Beigong Changli wanted to say something, but his eyes suddenly sharpened, and Beigong Ling immediately understood that someone was coming. The two gave each other a look, and she immediately sent Beigong Changli out of the Twilight Snow Garden.

Just before he could turn around, there was movement behind him.

Thinking it was Emperor Yuanxun, she almost jumped up nervously.

"Miss, how could you come to the residence of His Second Highness the day before you got married."

It was a green calyx, not an emperor mandarin exun, Beigong Ling quietly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it's not Emperor Yuanxun, she won't be nervous.

"I'm just here to see if the girl is still there."

"Of course, Miss and Beigong Ling compared, Miss won, that girl is simply beyond her strength, tomorrow you will be the bride of His Royal Highness, that girl must be angry."

This little girl really dares to say bad things behind other people's backs, who can't do it?

Beigong Ling glanced at the green calyx and said, "Green calyx, grab your ears with both hands." ”

"Huh?"

"If you want to do it, you still won't do it?" The green calyx immediately grabbed his ears with both hands, and Beigong Ling pointed to the corner, "Go quickly, a hundred frogs jump." ”

“…… Yes, yes! ”

The green calyx can only go to the corner and pull its ears to make frog jumps.

Tang Qianshu sat down on the seat in the pavilion, propped his chin and looked at the green calyx with a smile: "Green calyx." ”

"Miss."

"Don't stop you jumping, can't you hear Miss Ben when you jump?"

"Yes!"

"Green calyx."

"Yes, miss." I didn't dare to stop at this time, and I answered while jumping.

"Do you think I'm dreaming?" Beigong Ling shook his head, "I really want to marry His Second Highness, it's so untrue in my heart." ”

"Miss is so happy, isn't she?"

"Maybe, I'm so happy that I'm a little amnesiac, and sometimes I can't recognize my mother when I look at it, do you think I'm sick?"

"No, no, no, Miss is just too happy for a while, so she is in a trance, it's not that she doesn't know anyone."

"Is that so?"

"That's right!"

"The green calyx is so smart."

"How can I have a young lady ...... smart"

"Well, for the sake of you being so good at making me happy, get up...... But in the next few days, you are not allowed to leave me for half a step, and when you find me in a trance, you must remember to remind me, can you? Otherwise, it will be embarrassing for His Royal Highness to see that I don't take you and ask. ”

"Yes, don't worry, Miss."

In this way, at least some unnecessary mistakes are avoided.

In this way, Beigong Ling, as Chen Ruoshui, was taken back to the Hundred Flowers Palace in the Heavenly Realm.

The Hundred Flowers Palace is indeed a beautiful place, full of purple and red flowers, in front of the house and behind the house, window lattices, door frames, and in the house, there is a world of flowers.

There are some things that can seem cumbersome, but the Hundred Flowers Palace is a castle made of flowers.

In such a beautiful place, it is really not good to raise such an unlikable Chen Ruoshui.

"Shui'er, where are you going to go when you are about to get married, don't you let you stay in the palace by the rules?"

This person looks a little similar to Chen Ruoshui, judging from his clothing and temperament, he should be the palace master of Baihua Palace, Beigong Ling saluted and only shouted: "Mother." ”

Fanghua glanced at her: "Don't run around, you can't make a mistake tomorrow." ”

"Yes."

Green Calyx led her into the boudoir.

There are a lot of daffodils in Chen Ruoshui's yard, and the fragrance of this flower comes to his nose. Chen Ruoshui also has such a fragrance on his body.

The next whole day is to be soaked in a variety of floral water to cleanse yourself, probably some kind of custom before marriage. After all, the marriage of the second prince of the heavenly realm is a big event, and it is a very remarkable thing for the Hundred Flowers Palace to marry her daughter, so the entire palace is not only immersed in joy, but also immersed in tension.

I'm afraid that there will be a case, so Fanghua, the palace master of the Hundred Flowers Palace, did not sleep before marriage, and everything must be looked at.

Of course, Beigong Ling couldn't sleep.

Because tomorrow I will marry Emperor Yuanxun...... It's Chen Ruoshui who is going to marry him, and she doesn't know whether to be happy or sad in her current position.

In addition to being afraid that the matter would be revealed, I suddenly became a little happy after thinking about it.

In fact, this is also very good, just like Beigong Changli said, this can be regarded as a dream of hers. In the future, she will still give Chen Ruoshui to him, but at least she can have him as a wife for a while.

That's a kind of spiritual compensation, right?

Everyone was busy with Chen Ruoshui's marriage, and Beigong Ling was immersed in his own thoughts alone, and he spent the night in a trance.

In the early morning of the next day, I heard the sound of the sheng flute outside, which was not as joyful as the gongs and drums in the human world, but the rhythm of the sheng flute was melodious and cheerful.

It was the welcoming party from Heaven who arrived.

Beigong Ling wore a wedding dress embroidered with lifelike flowers with colorful cloud lines, which was not as bright red and festive as a human wedding, but it was extraordinarily gorgeous and precious.

The red hood was placed on top of the head, covering the face of the delicate makeup.

After a while, Emperor Yuanxun walked over.

Because she couldn't see his dress under the hijab, she saw his plain white hem from under the hijab, a material like a flowing cloud, and a very delicate fabric.

He didn't speak, just handed over a handful of Ruyi.

Although Fanghua must have taught Chen Ruoshui etiquette before, Beigong Ling didn't understand it at all, and was poked by Fanghua on the side, and she reached out to get the other end of Ruyi.

Then, Emperor Yuanxun led her with Ruyi and walked onto the sedan chair.

The sheng flute in his ears was melodious, and his happy life was boiling, but Beigong Ling didn't hear it at all, and just looked at the hem of his clothes through the lower edge of his hijab.

remembered that day, in Ruixue City, he led her back to the Twilight Snow Garden with a bundle of fairy ropes.

Suddenly, my nose was sore, and I couldn't tell what was in my heart at the moment.

Countless petals were sprinkled on the head, and the flowers bloomed one after another where the bride and groom passed. There are all kinds of flowers, and they are very beautiful, but in her eyes, they are never as good as the begonias in the Twilight Snow Garden.

Emperor Yuanxun rode on the back of a snow-white horse, with a red flower tied in front of him, and black hair like ink, which was tied up with a ruby hair crown today.

Flowers bloom all around, fragrant and dazzling, paving a magnificent road. People are admiring this grand and unprecedented wedding, and they are all marveling at the amazing road to marriage.

The fluttering petals floated in front of Emperor Yuanxun's eyes.

He remembered the begonia tree in the Twilight Snow Garden, the man who looked like an elf among the flowers, the petals, the smile like the rising sun.

Suddenly, I felt hollow in my lungs and suffocated in my chest.

……

...... "Ling'er drinks the blood of his benefactor today, and he will definitely not betray in the future, and will always be loyal to ......"

......, "Master, when Ling'er grows up and becomes a very good girl, will she be your bride?" ”

...... "I will like Master very much, and I will only treat you well, and I will always treat you well." ”

...... "Why do you take these things for granted, and I do them in a big way?" Why do you have to leave me, and not me? Don't you win because you don't like me! ”

...... "If you're really worried about me, why can't you just ask, is Ling'er uncomfortable?" Still have something on my mind. You always ask that, I say I'm uncomfortable but it has nothing to do with the practice, can you help me, will you help me? ”

...... "Will Master really marry Chen Ruoshui?" ”

...... "Even when I grow up, don't you have a heart?" ”

……

He used to think that she always tired of saying that she liked him, but now he realized that he never responded to every word she said liked.

She followed him year after year, year after year, tirelessly pouring out her favorite feelings.

Again and again, he never responded to her true intentions.

Now, the more grand the wedding, the happier everyone is, thinking of that person, the chest is churning for a while.

Beigong Ling, who fell in a pool of blood and was dying.

The Beigong Spirit who knelt at his knees and devoutly sucked his blood.

Beigong Ling, who was scarred by his intensive training.

Beigong Ling, who knelt in front of him and confessed his mistake.

was extremely aggrieved, but he didn't dare to disobey Beigong Ling, who picked up the chess pieces.

The begonia tree deliberately left and waited for him to say "come back", but he never got the lost Beigong Ling.

The more joyful the atmosphere, the more I thought of Beigong Ling, who was hurt by him. Thinking about it this way, he has always thought that he had saved her life, relying on her to like him, and never treated her well.

Flowers are blooming, flowers are blooming, everything is too dazzling.

Emperor Yuanxun's body suddenly fell with vast snow. The welcoming procession, the people around the audience were suddenly stunned, which one is the second highness performing?

But vaguely did not dare to stop, the greeting team did not dare to ask, and no one dared to stop it.

After a while, the flowers were all covered by snow, and the cold was pressing. The cheering scene suddenly cooled down.

Only the person in the blue robe stepped forward and asked, "Second Highness, this is not very suitable, is it?" The flowers of the Hundred Flowers Palace have withered. ”

After a long time, Emperor Yuanxun slowly looked back at the person beside him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, but his eyes were as indifferent as snow: "Lan Xiu, the flowers in this seat have long since withered." ”