The sunlight stretches the figures of the two very long, and the staggered figures overlap together, becoming the most beautiful scenery under the sun. Ning Xiang pulled the luxuriant morning glory outside, covering the beautiful scenery inside.

This affair starts from the painting and is born by the painting.

Wei Jinfeng's stay is seven or eight days, Bao Yan is happy every day, there is nothing to do, and Ning Xiang gives him some delicious food from time to time, he is even fatter than when he came, and his body has grown taller, but it seems that he has lived in his mother's house from his stepmother's house, his body has been well nourished, and his body is much stronger, looking like a man.

Of course, in addition to the unproductive face that follows Ning Xiang from time to time all day long......

Once time is contaminated with love, it will pass quickly, and in a blink of an eye, seven or eight days have passed. The people in this courtyard also seem to have become accustomed to the beautiful young male painters who visited on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and spent their days with their young ladies every day reading books, playing chess and drinking tea.

What surprised Wei Jinfeng was not only Yan'er's sensitivity and intelligence, although she couldn't see, but she seemed to see more clearly than a real discerning person, after getting along for a long time, Wei Jinfeng found that although Yan'er talked and laughed when she got along with him, she often inadvertently revealed a faint sadness, just like this increasingly cold day, which made people can't help but take it to heart.

Day by day, the life of the two is lively, affectionate, and polite, Yan'er feels more and more that this man is an authentic gentleman, not as Meng Lang as rumored.

He knows everything from above to geography, from ancient legends to folk tales. Those funny stories made her chuckle every time she heard them. When talking about Chang'e and Hou Yi, the hard-working mandarin ducks, Yan'er's hazy eyes were also filled with tears.

Wei Jinfeng regretted a little, he had already seen that Yan'er had a lot of worries these days, but he never thought that he would provoke her to cry, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, who would have thought that Yan'er's eyes were like two clear springs, and the tears could not be exhausted, and they could not be wiped off.

simply threw away the handkerchief, gently wiped away the tears for her with his fingers, and whispered to her without pity, "How can I cry so well, Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, the blue sea and blue sky and night heart, but they are all legends in mythology, and you can't really believe it." If Yan'er has to believe it, then I believe that there will be true love between men and women in this world. He easily opened his fingers and held her pear blossom and rainy cheeks, "For example, Jinfeng to Yan'er, Yan'er to Jinfeng." It's all in love. ”

Yan'er suddenly flew two red glows on her face, she couldn't hold back her tears, and pretended to beat him on the shoulder, "The sky is blue and white, and I don't feel numb when I say it." ”

"Is it numb? How do I think this is just what I want to tell you in my heart? Wei Jinfeng smiled, pressed her palm with his hand, and slowly put it on his heart, where a sincere young man's heart was beating vigorously, Yan'er's beautiful face was even more red, she lowered her head shyly, and the hand he pinched became a little hot, and she said cowardly for a while, "You are always so unserious." ”

"It's only in front of Yan'er that it's not serious." Wei Jinfeng is in a pretty good mood today, with beauties by his side every day, how can he not be satisfied? Just like being in the five clouds, although he knows that it is just illusory, not to be relied on, not to be addicted, but he still can't help but be confused by the tenderness around him, or perhaps, his heart is what he thinks.

"Tonight, I want to play a song for Jinfeng, would you like to?" Suddenly, the person in his arms spoke softly, and there was an incomprehensible complex aura in his voice.

Wei Jinfeng frowned slightly, but his tone was unwavering, and he only replied lightly, "Okay." ”

The moon is on the top, and people are about dusk.

When he was holding the lamp in the courtyard, Wei Jinfeng had already brought his own paintbrush and quietly came to the bottom of the attic where Yan'er was, Ning Xiang had been waiting here for a long time, and when she saw him coming, she smiled and helped pick up his painting bag, while beckoning him to go upstairs.

"Young Master Weisan, Miss is already waiting for you." Ning Xiang sent him outside the room, and he retired first. "The slave maid is waiting outside, if the young lady and the third young master have any needs, just call the slave maid." This is what Wei Jinfeng heard after knowing Ning Xiang, and he couldn't help but say, "Ning Xiang girl, you are still as spicy as usual, so gentle, it's really unaccustomed to it." Ning Xiang turned around, gave him an eye knife, and twisted her ass and went downstairs.

"Yan'er?" He stood at the door and called, this is a woman's boudoir after all, and it is really unreasonable for him to enter rashly.

"Jinfeng? Are you here? Someone in the room agreed, Wei Jinfeng hooked her lips slightly, and her voice sounded like a heavenly sound in the evening.

"Come in and sit," she said again.

Wei Jinfeng did as she said, and when she entered the house, she saw Yan'er sitting in front of a qin, the antique qin glowed with a faint dim light in the candlelight, she just gently pulled up her long hair, and pinned it with a thin jade hairpin with a thin emerald green color, black hair, green hairpin, indescribable charm and lightness. There was a good incense burning in front of her, and it smelled like she was in the clouds. People can't help but feel a little shaken.

Her ten fingers rotated, and a note jumped her fingertips, which was the song "Flowing Clouds Chasing the Moon", which was the song when they first met. Wei Jinfeng slowly lifted the pen, and slowly and gently drew the beauty of the Yiren on the paper, with eyebrows like distant mountains, shaped like willows, and the national color is unparalleled.

After finishing the song, Yan'er stopped, picked up the jade pot next to her, and poured a cup of elixir, "Jinfeng, please drink this cup." Wei Jinfeng's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't care about her sudden desire to persuade herself to drink, her eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a happy look, "Okay." He took the glass and wanted to drink.

Yan'er suddenly spoke up, and pressed his hand holding the wine glass, with a somewhat strange expression, "Jinfeng, will you still remember me in the future?" ”

Wei Jinfeng said in a deep voice, and touched her with his other hand, "Every day in my heart, I dare not forget." ”

Yan'er lowered her head and smiled, withdrew her hand, Wei Jinfeng raised her glass and drank it all.

"Would you like to play a song for me?" He sat back down at the table.

"Okay, what do you want to hear?" Yan'er smiled softly, like a fairy out of the dust.

"It's a song "Sauvignon Blanc." He pursed his lips slightly, as if he were foreseeing the future.

So, this night is the real red candle, Luo tent, beauty, piano sound, talent, and wine...... It's just that before the song of Sauvignon Blanc was finished, Wei Jinfeng's body fell heavily on the table, unconscious.

"Wei Lang, I did this today, all for you, now that my fate has been decided, I have no way out, Wei Lang, why did you leave your own heart on me?" Tears fell from Yan'er's misty eyes again, and the incense outside the house entered the house and comforted her, "Princess, don't cry anymore, it's not good for your eyes." ”

"I won't be able to see Wei Lang again in the future, what's the use of wanting this pair of eyes?" Yan'er cried and fell on the piano, and the strings seemed to feel the sadness of their master, and let out a buzzing cry.

"Princess, the slave maid has been packed, let's hurry up and set off, don't miss the wedding date." Ning Xiang saw that she didn't move for a long time, so she could only tell the truth.

Yan'er burst into tears, held his hand again, and left him the hairpin on her head, "Wei Lang, it's good if you hate me, just hate me, don't you hate me, from now on, we won't see each other." "At this point, it is a broken bowel.

The carriage was already waiting outside, the wheels were spinning, and the master and servant all evacuated the courtyard overnight and rushed to the court of the Northern Hades.

Three days later, Wei Jinfeng, who had lost his soul, saw a notice on the city gate of the North Underworld, and the eye-catching black characters on the yellow imperial list seemed to have been cut into his heart.

Tomorrow, the princess Rongyan will get married and announce it to the whole country, and the one she wants to marry is His Royal Highness, the third prince of their Great Qi Kingdom. From now on, when they meet again, they will be masters and servants, and they will be humbled and humble...... No more affection.

Wei Jinfeng, who was wearing a cloak, kept looking coldly at the dazzling imperial list outside the city gate, and his heart was as cold as the pool of water outside the city.

After all, she couldn't escape the mercy of fate, marrying a man she had never met, and the person who really had affection for her could only stand outside the palace walls and sigh from afar.

Sigh the ruthlessness of fate.

Wei Jinfeng just stood like this, waiting, waiting until the sunset, waiting until the middle of the moon, waiting until the sunrise and morning dew...... Until the tips of his eyebrows and hair were covered with a thick layer of frost, he still looked at the emperor list like a masochistic look.

Tonight is her wedding. The red candle tent is the best tomb to bury his first love. That haunting beauty will no longer smile for him alone.

All her good has nothing to do with him anymore.

It's just an unintentional mistaken love. Wei Jinfeng's body, which had not moved for three days, finally fell on his back in the enchanting fireworks released from the city tower.

On this night, in the late autumn season, there were scattered snowflakes, and the snow became a fragment the size of a goose feather. Wei Jinfeng lay on his back on the ground, letting the snow on his body get thicker and thicker, and the snow flakes fell into his eyes, which was cool, and it actually made him feel comfortable.

The skin is getting colder and colder, but the heart is getting hotter and hotter!

The snow fluttered, just as the bitterness and heartache that he had not seen after waking up that day, and it was so diffuse that it filled the entire heart. In fact, long before Yan'er made a move, he already knew that the princess of the Northern Underworld Kingdom was going to make peace with the prince of the Great Qi Kingdom, and the time was the end of the month.

He had always wanted to wait, for Yan'er to speak to him, as long as she said, he would take her away at all costs, away from the hustle and bustle, away from all these hypocrisy and ugliness, away from the cage that made them all stuck.

However, she didn't say anything, she didn't say anything.

She's ...... It's not to believe him. He was not given this last chance.

With his hands clenched into fists at his sides, Wei Jinfeng lay on his back in the ice and snow world, looking at the miserable sky, and suddenly let out a loud laugh that pierced the sky! Laugh so hard, laugh so hard, laugh so desperately!

The people around him avoided him and walked away, the weather was not good, and no one wanted to have anything to do with a madman.

He just lay like this, feeling that the blood in his body was stagnate little by little, was he going to die? Well, her big wedding night, when he died.

At night, there are bursts of gongs, drums and flutes coming from the palace, and there are more than auspicious celebrations.

The prince's wedding is celebrated all over the world.

But there was one man, who was on the verge of death.

"Amitabha. Good, good, good. In the distance, the Buddha's name is like a voice from the sky, coming from afar, the old monk has a kind face, an open mouth and nose, and he has no hat on his head, revealing the top of his bare head, and there is still a little unslippery snow on the top. A colorful robe wrapped around the long body, the old monk's eyebrows are white, as if it were the same as this slaughtering world, white and pure. He slowly came to Wei Jinfeng's side and chanted the Buddha horn in a low voice before squatting down and sweeping the snow off his face for him. His handsome appearance was long gone, and the depression of the past few days had almost made him lose his shape, and even his cheekbones were raised high. His eyes were scattered and he stared at the gray sky, but he didn't react.

"Amitabha, when fate gathers and fate disperses, why should the donor be like this." He whispered beside him, with great compassion.

For a long time, there was only the sound of the wind passing and the sound of falling snow.

"Master, I have nothing to ask for in my life, I only want to have one person, hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son."

"Why did God let us meet, but we were ruthlessly separated?"

"Why is it that without her in my life, I am like a walking corpse, lifeless? Master, is this what fate is called? I don't believe it, I don't believe it. His tone gradually lowered, as if he had lost the strength to support his life.

"How can you have the law of both worlds, and you can live up to it." The old monk whispered a proverb. There was a helpless look in his eyes, he was originally a person from outside the world, but he had to be moved by this crazy red dust heart.

"Donor, do you believe that there is an afterlife?" He really couldn't bear to see such a good life being given away in vain. Well, even if the Heavenly Secret is revealed, he will build a seventh-level floating slaughter.

"I didn't believe in fate, heaven, or God, but now, can I still do it?" A helpless wry smile crossed her lips.

The old monk slowly stretched out his hand to him, "Then wait for the next life, if there is a chance in the next life, this unfinished painting can still be completed." Wei Jinfeng barely rolled his eyes, and saw the portrait of her that he was still holding in his hand just now.

The shallow ink is smeared on the white paper, and the eyebrows are graceful and clear as yesterday.

Afterlife? He closed his eyes in pain, and after a while, his heart was at peace, "God finally treats me well, and I will be ...... in the next life." Yan'er ...... In the next life, I am waiting for you! He exerted all his strength in the direction of the palace wall, and suddenly let out a shout, and his fingers poked forward slightly, as if he wanted to grasp something......

But finally, he died of physical failure.

The old monk closed his eyes and recited the Dharma name, "Amitabha," that mantra may be too early for him. The old monk's gaze fell on the palace city, and he saw the smoke billowing out of the glorious palace city, and the treasure was solemn.

Seven days later, the first seven days of the princess of the Northern Underworld were solemnly held in the palace of the Great Qi Kingdom.

The third prince looked gloomy, he never thought that before such a beautiful night began, his wife would be buried in the fire, and the lamps and candles used in the court that day were very rich, I don't know who overturned the oil lamp, ignited the wedding banner, and the princess who saw it in a hurry was rescued in the happy room, and it had already died.

"The emperor is worry-free, this may be a plan set up by the old puppet in the Northern Underworld, a dignified princess died violently on the wedding night, and our Great Qi Kingdom will not escape the involvement." The lord of the country, Wei Heng, had a gloomy face. The third prince nodded silently, "What my father said is that it's just a pity for the princess." ”

Wei Heng smiled sinisterly, "Sai Weng knows if he loses his horse, and this king will definitely take down the North Underworld to vent the anger in his heart." Although this king does not have this strength, but Wang'er, you are still young, and in the next hundred years, the Northern Underworld will inevitably belong to Daqi! ”

Curses are whispering, like nightmares. Echoing above the palace city of the Great Qi Kingdom, it refused to disperse for a long time.

Outside the palace, on the seventh day of the princess's first day, in a courtyard in the suburbs, Ning Xiang and Bao Yan stood side by side, throwing handfuls of white paper money into the sky, falling down in a flutter, as if the two were unwilling tears. Bao Yan had already cried so much that he had no tears, and Ning Xiang's eyes were swollen, the deceased was gone, and he couldn't be sad, this is easy to say, this situation is difficult.

They are obviously a pair of lovers who love each other so much, but they still can't resist the mercy of fate, she married another woman, and he died of heartbreak on the night of the wedding. Perhaps at the same moment, her princess broke away from her who was serving by her side, and overturned the candle flame herself, igniting the joy curtain, a fragrant soul, and was nowhere to be found......

Ning Xiang choked and looked at the tombstone in front of her, her shoulders trembling, "Princess, do you know that you are really with Third Young Master Wei now." Princess, you know everything, don't be sad anymore! She knew that her princess had started the gears of an unspeakable tragedy when she met Young Master Wei San from the beginning.

"Childe has only been devoted to the princess all his life, and the world says that the third young master of Wei, Meng Lang, is affectionate, but he doesn't know that my young master is the first infatuated man in the world." Bao Yan silently spoke, spilling a glass of wine in front of the grave.

The master collected Wei Jinfeng's bones and sent them to the Wei family, and the princess's body could only be buried in the Great Qi Kingdom, and she was not born and died in the same cave, for such a simple wish, Ning Xiang deliberately found the princess's favorite dress before her death, made a clothing mound, and buried her and Wei Jinfeng together.

This is a high place outside the courtyard where they met. Gang, the suburbs are quiet and elegant, there is a light evening breeze from time to time, they are here, they are really out of the interference of mortal dust, and make a pair of free mandarin ducks.

Bao Yan took out a painting scroll from his back pocket and unfolded it, the woman on it was lifelike, lifelike, and lit it on the candle flame in front of the grave, "Young master, in this way, Princess Rong Yan is really always by your side." You don't have to worry about the princess dying in the fire and not being able to keep her sights. "Such a delicate person died so miserably that people can't help but sigh.

The elaborate portrait was devoured by tongues of fire, and one corner was still outside, and on it was the last stroke of the portrait, still mutilated.

The sea vows and the mountain alliance can not withstand the flood of time, this painting on the brush, permanently left in the hearts of the two people, in the painting is incomplete, in the memory, as the master said, in the next life, if he can really meet her, know each other, love each other, it is really to fill the residual thoughts on the painting.

In the next life, your painting will definitely paint me.

The wind came from a distance, it was not cold, but it was still a little warm, and it lingered on the graves of the two for a long time.

Before the moon went down, the sky was full of fireflies, and they flew in, who was wearing makeup. Disperse the chatter and noise in front of the hall. People, inevitably. South slash street, north sloping street, looking at a few streets, Xiaoxiang in a dream, which side of the lights. The moon is silent, sorrowful as a thread, half a life, who borrows the breeze and cuts a foot for me?