These days, Qin Jingnan went to the court on time, but for some reason, since Qin Jingnan came back and started to go to court, none of the ministers in the court mentioned to Qin Jingnan that he wanted him to take a concubine (情qíng).

You don't need to ask to know that it must have been Gao Taiwei who said something to these ministers, but I don't know why, the more they didn't (force bī)bī) to be pressed, the more Qin Jingnan felt panicked.

And this Song Yun (日rì) is also surprisingly stopped, I heard that Song Yun didn't go out for five consecutive days, locking himself in the room, as if he was doing something mysteriously.

Every day, when the time comes, I go to the front yard to eat something with Zhaoyang, and after eating, I run to the room, and even Zhaoyangyi (日rì) can only see Song Yun three or four times, and her room is now not allowed to enter Zhaoyang.

Just in time for Qin Jingnan's busy official business, the two of them did not disturb each other, although Qin Jingnan said that he was thinking about Song Yun in his heart, but he was afraid of attracting criticism, plus he still had a lot of official affairs to deal with after he left, and his consciousness could not be separated (body shēn), so he could only go with Song Yun.

That night, Song Yun suddenly ran out of the room, his hair was messy, and he was still wrapped in more than a dozen small strips of cloth in his hands, and ran towards Zhaoyang's room.

At this time, it was already the third watch, Zhaoyang had just finished freshening up, yawned and was about to fall asleep, but he was startled by the knock outside the door.

Thinking about it, Zhaoyang hurriedly ran to the door and went to the door to check what was going on, but when he looked at it, it turned out to be Song Yun, who was just wearing a single shirt and holding a plate in his hand, covered with a red cloth, and ran to the door of Zhaoyang's room.

"Miss, what are you ......" Zhaoyang looked at Song Yun in front of him in some surprise, seeing that Song Yun's eyes were bloodshot, but there was still light in his eyes, Zhaoyang couldn't help but be a little curious.

A gust of cold wind blew, and both of them shivered from the cold wind, and at the same time, the two sisters were stunned and looked at each other and smiled, and they didn't care about Song Yun's answer, Zhaoyang pulled Song Yun into the room and closed the door.

Taking advantage of the closing of Zhaoyang, Song Yun took out the contents of this plate, and Song Yun shouted in his mouth: "Dangdang, Dangdang!" After saying that, he pulled the contents out with both hands.

What caught his eye was a bright red wedding dress, Zhaoyang looked at this wedding dress, looked at Song Yun in surprise, and couldn't believe it.

"Miss, this is ......" Zhaoyang's hand trembled slightly and pointed to the red wedding dress in front of him, Song Yun had a smile on his face, waved his hand to signal Zhaoyang to come over, Zhaoyang stared at the bright red wedding dress, these feet seemed to not listen to his own call, and walked in the direction of Song Yun.

"Silly girl, why are you still stunned? Wear it and try it, if it doesn't fit, I'll take it back and change it. Looking at Zhaoyang's heavy footsteps, Song Yun looked a little anxious, hurriedly stretched out his hand, pulled Zhaoyang in front of him, and draped the bright red wedding dress onto Zhaoyang's (body shēn) without saying anything.

Fortunately, Zhaoyang was about to fall asleep at this time, but he was wearing an inner lining, and the two of them put on the wedding dress in this way, and Song Yun hurriedly pulled Zhaoyang to the bronze mirror.

Look

In the bronze mirror, and Song Yun behind herself (body shēn), Zhaoyang was a little speechless, she looked at it with two sleeves, this wedding dress is very good-looking.

The top is embroidered with gold and silver thread is a large peony, (chest xiōng) in front of a hovering phoenix, and then touch the fabric of this dress, Zhaoyang only felt that the corners of his eyes were a little moist, and then, the big tears fell down.

"Oh, what's wrong with you, why are you still crying? Do you think my phoenix embroidery is too ugly? It must have been me who was sleepy at night a few days ago, and I was blamed for not being good......" Song Yun saw Zhaoyang crying, and hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him softly.

Zhaoyang trembled his shoulders, cried and hugged Song Yun in front of him, and said softly: "Miss, thank you, in this world, only you are the best ...... for me"

As soon as he heard this, Song Yun changed his hippie smiling face to (日rì), but gently touched the girl's head, and Song Yun of Zhaoyang's (body shēn) world knew it.

Her mother died when she was six years old, and her father was an alcoholic, and her mother's body was buried at home for half a year without money.

It happened to be seen by Song Yun, who was going to the temple to worship the Buddha with (奶nǎi) (奶nǎi), and Song Yun saw a little girl about her age being dragged to a place full of the smell of rouge gouache.

(奶nǎi) (奶nǎi) sighed when he saw it, and what was said in his mouth: "Evil! Song Yun, who was only five years old, ignored everyone's objections, ran down from the sedan chair and stopped in front of the man who was already drunk.

Fortunately, this (身shēn) was followed by a lot of family members, and in the end, it was (奶nǎi) (奶nǎi) who paid for it, gave the drunkard father a sum of money, and kept this girl, and since then, she has stayed next to Song Yun (身shēn) to be a maid.

And her drunkard father, after hearing that he had taken that money, began to look for flowers and willows, drank flower wine all day (day), and finally dyed the flowers and willows, and died under the pomegranate skirt.

Looking at Zhaoyang in front of him, Song Yunbu (forbidden jìn) became distressed, unconsciously, his eyes also became moist, the two of them glanced at each other, and then sneered, wiping away the tears from the corners of each other's eyes.

Now they are all the same people, and they are ...... without their mothers No Daddy.

"Like it? Is it the right size? Song Yun looked at Zhaoyang in front of him, this Zhaoyang was busy taking care of Song Yun all day, but he didn't have the heart to take care of himself, now it seems that this Zhaoyang is three points more beautiful than the girl next to him.

I saw a smile on the corner of Zhaoyang's mouth, nodded vigorously, and secretly touched the wedding dress made of silk with his hand, and a warm current surged through his heart, never thinking that this Song Yun locked himself in the room for so long, just to make a wedding dress for Zhaoyang himself.

Looking at Song Yun's hands that were about to be mummified, Zhaoyang Bu (forbidden jìn) became distressed, took Song Yun's hand, pointed to the white cloth strip on it, and asked, "Does it hurt?" ”

Who knew that this Song Yun smiled instead, scraped Zhaoyang's nose with his only right index finger that was not wrapped in a white cloth, and shook his head with a smile.

"I only hope to see you wear the wedding dress I made for you with my own hands, and then marry you beautifully, me

The people of the Tingwei Mansion must be decent, I have prepared the dowry for you, Night Pearl ......" Song Yun said to himself, but was interrupted by Zhaoyang in front of him.

Zhaoyang hugged Song Yun again, this time her tears were a little sudden, Song Yun was stunned, stiffened for two seconds, thought about it, or reached out and touched Zhaoyang's head.

Even if this Zhaoyang doesn't say it, but what she is sad about, Song Yun is also clear in her heart, but what has happened (情qíng) cannot be changed, and she can only live this moment well, so as not to make her future self like a regretful today.

(End of chapter)