Mother Yin gently combed Mingyi's long hair, smeared some fragrant hair oil, and flew up and down with skillful hands, Mingyi's hair bun had changed its appearance, the full bun was supported by skids, and then wrapped up with real hair, with wisps and luster.

Mother Yin put the hairpin on the grate, took a closer look, and sighed: "I shouldn't have come to comb your hair, I should find a husband and wife who are harmonious and beautiful, and have a good wife full of children and grandchildren." I'm afraid I'm going to be lonely and can't give you good luck. ”

Ming Yi shook the back of Yin's mother's hand: "In this world, only my mother treats me like a mother." I didn't believe in any fate, I only knew that no matter how good my mother-in-law was, it was not as sincere as my mother's treatment of me. ”

Mother Yin's eyes flashed with tears, she raised her hand to wipe it, and patted Mingyi's shoulder: "Okay, don't make me cry, you can't cry on this good day." In the future, you will no longer be alone, you will have to grow old together, have many children and grandchildren, and my mother is willing to leave everything that God owes me to you. ”

Mingyi's heart was warm, and he said sweetly: "Mom will also have a blessing." ”

Looking at himself who combed his fan-shaped high bun in the mirror and looked particularly dignified and elegant, Ming Yi inexplicably began to get nervous. As if in a dream, although there was no solemn ceremony today, and there was no feeling of stepping into the happy hall step by step, after all, from now on, the whole Chang'an would know that she was Wu Qianping's wife, and from then on, he was more sure in his heart that this person was already his lifelong partner.

Unlike love, different from joy, this sense of belonging and identity has never been there. It's as if a lifelong pact has been made, with a bit of fear, a bit of anticipation, and more stability.

The heart has sunk down, and there is no longer a feeling of wandering, and even this Wuchai Building has a taste of home from this moment. Since then, no matter what the circumstances are, the mood is warm and cold, it is him, and there is no one with high and low honor and disgrace, only a pair of people share weal and pain.

She had already begun to look forward to the person who was going to take her hand and stand on Suzaku Street.

Wu Qian went out before dawn, when she was still sleeping in a blur, and she didn't know how he dressed up. He went out early in the morning, also because the night before, Ming Yi had been worried about it for a long time, worried about the Chunshan Banquet.

Mingyi put on a simple wedding dress that was arranged, and it didn't look exaggerated, only when selling steps, the faint unicorn embroidery piece in the inner skirt showed a little bit of the appearance of the wedding dress. He didn't wear gold or silver, and he only had a grate and a few flowers on his head. The makeup is also light, but recently, her complexion is in good condition, and no matter how she looks at it, she is more delicate.

Yin's mother also praised it, Ming Yi looked at himself from the bronze jian, his eyes were moist, his pupils were cut in autumn water, his cheeks were like peaches and plums, and his demeanor was graceful. She has never seen herself like this, and she has never had a relationship that gives her so much confidence and certainty. Because he is loved by a good enough person, because he believes that this love really exists, and believes that he is dependent on himself.

Shidong knocked on the door and came in, holding a hot red date lotus seed soup in his hand, and sent it to her with a smile: "Lady, drink a bowl, sweet and sweet, give birth to a noble son early." ”

Ming Yi couldn't help laughing and rewarded her with a tael of silver: "It's been ten years of hard work." ”

Shidong was so happy: "The lady is so beautiful today, Ah Lang's carriage has already gone outside, waiting to pick up the lady to Suzaku Street." There are still two quarters of an hour left for the spring banquet to begin. ”

Mingyi drank two sips of sweet soup and put the bowl down: "Let's go." ”

The carriage outside was slightly decorated, surrounded by some red yarn, which was a little more festive, but not exaggerated and eye-catching.

Shidong caressed Mingyi into the car, Mingyi lowered his head and stepped forward, and was immediately grabbed by a hand by the wrist, and screamed in fright. Look at it again, but it's his own Langjun.

"Why are you here? I thought you were waiting on Suzaku Street. Mingyi stroked his chest, his words were disgusted, but he couldn't hold back his joy in his heart.

Wu Qianping in front of him was wearing a bright jujube red round-necked robe, with dark lines of bamboo branches, a gentleman's apartment, he did not dare to exceed the rules, and his waist was a gold ornament and checkered belt, but two butterfly-shaped pendants fell, which were crisp and moving.

Ming Yi was immediately attracted by these two pieces of butterfly pendants, and touched them: "When did you buy this?" Why didn't I see it? ”

Wu Qianping helped her sit beside her: "Which one do you want me to answer first?" ”

Mingyi thought for a moment: "Oh, yes, why are you here?" ”

"Today, I have a good day with Mingyi, how can I not come to greet Mrs. in person?" Wu Qianping also smiled in his voice, turned sideways, and looked directly at Ming Yi, "Madame is particularly bright and moving today, which makes Weifu feel like a deer again, and he is overjoyed." ”

Ming Yi glanced at him: "The mouth is sweeter than honey, say quickly, where did you get this jade pendant, it's very interesting." ”

Wu Qianping lowered his head and took off a piece of the butterfly pendant on his waist and handed it to Ming Yi: "Naturally, it was carefully found, what does Madam think?" ”

Ming Yi carefully rubbed the butterfly pendant, and in his hand, it was half of the butterfly wings, embossed with slender wing lines, crystal translucent, white jade flawless, and it was extremely oily to the touch, and it must be expensive.

Mingyi really likes it, but he doesn't think it's very good: "It's really wonderful and fine, it's a pity that you have heard the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?" ”

Wu Qianping nodded: "There is a record in the Golden Mansion of Emperor Xiao Yi of Liang Yuan, which is a poignant story of a pair of men and women who fell in love and couldn't stay together, and died of martyrdom. ”

Ming Yi shook the butterfly pendant in his hand: "Then have you heard of the legend of the butterfly?" ”

Wu Qianping shook his head: "No." ”

Ming Yi expected that in the folklore at this time, there was no interpretation of Liang Zhu's final butterfly, which was increased by later generations, so he said: "I have heard the ending of a Liang Zhu legend, that is, on the day Zhu Yingtai married Ma Wencai, he passed through Liang Shanbo's grave and went to pay respects, the tomb was opened, Zhu Yingtai threw himself into the grave, and the two turned into a bunch of butterflies and flew out. ”

Wu Qianping sighed: "This ending is more poignant, but it adds a tragic meaning to the butterfly, but it's a pity that I found this pair of jade pendants for my wife, just smash this pair of jade pendants, so as to save bad intentions." ”

Ming Yi hurriedly protected the butterfly pendant in his hand: "This is not good, what do other people's stories have to do with us." Butterflies are more than wings, which means a pair of pairs, and the meaning is good. What's more, even if you think of that story, if you can live and die with your sweetheart, life and death, this is a good thing that you can't ask for. ”

Wu Qianping laughed and said, "That's right, let Mrs. tell me everything." ”

Ming Yi hung the butterfly pendant on his waist: "Since then, you and I have a token, and when you see this pendant, it's like seeing me." ”

Wu Qianping gently knocked on the door of her head: "You and I face each other day and night, why bother to see things and think about people." ”

Ming Yi wrinkled his nose: "In case you are entangled in some idle flowers and weeds when you are in the Ministry of Industry or at the entertainment and wine party, take a look at it, think about me waiting for you at home, and hold back your restless thoughts." ”

Wu Qianping hugged her with a smile: "With you alone, it is enough to wish, and you can't be distracted, let alone can't be caught." ”

Ming Yi heard the banter in his words, and laughed again.

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