On the second day after Meng Hui stepped into the door of Lianzhou's room, the people of Yudu City soon spread the news that the second young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion would marry a small prostitute in a green building in the near future, saying that after the young master Meng planned to perform the crown ceremony, he would marry the little prostitute who was brought back from Yudu Dongcheng according to the gift of his wife, this matter was not unusual, the rich young master was not very sensible, and regarded marriage as a child's play, this kind of thing is not without this kind of thing in this capital, but it is not unheard that the second young master of the Meng family lives in a simple place all the year round, and rarely appears in public. has always been interested in women, but now he brought back a prostitute and said that he wanted to marry her, which is naturally surprising. What's even more strange is that the owner of the Meng Mansion, the prime minister of the dynasty, Meng Jingru, did not have the slightest objection to this, and was very happy to see him help them Zhang Luo.

Although everyone knows that Meng Jingru has always loved his youngest son, as the prime minister of the Shangsheng Dynasty, Meng Jingru is above 10,000 people under him, and he attaches great importance to his reputation, and now he actually connives, his son marries a prostitute, which is tantamount to adding dirt to himself, which is really incomprehensible and reasonable.

After a few days, there was still a lot of discussion outside, but the much-discussed Prime Minister's Mansion has always been quiet, as if nothing had happened.

"Xiao Meng, everyone outside is very interested in your wife." Tang Li was dressed in a gold-trimmed inky black robe, his clothes were half-open, his eyebrows and eyes were high, and the jade wrench on his thumb and index finger collided gently, looking at the young man in front of him with interest.

Meng Hui stood up straight, the fingers holding the scissors were as slender as jade, his expression did not change when he heard the words, he continued to trim the potted plants in his hands, and said lightly: "It's just right." ”

Tang Li smiled, and the peach blossom eyes were full of playful light: "I don't know how beautiful that girl is, but she can make our young master Meng Hui, who has always been pure-hearted, so uncontrollable." ”

Meng Hui had already finished pruning the long-tailed pine that had been transported from Xuanyin Kingdom, and then turned around and pointed the scissors at a pot of plants sent from Nanchong County. Hearing Tang Li's teasing words at this moment, Meng Hui still had a faint expression, his eyes were fixed on the branches and leaves on the potted plant, and he said without raising his head: "Although Lord Li has been lingering in the flowers for a long time, he can't guess the purpose of my move." ”

When Tang Li heard this, his eyes flickered slightly, but for a moment, a cynical smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "They all say that I am a fox, but in fact you are." ”

Meng Hui obviously didn't care about such an evaluation, so he pursed his lips and remained silent, and continued to take care of the potted plants in his hands. With a "click", the boy cut off the excess branches on the plant, and saw that a leaf below was not growing very neatly, he bent down slightly, and stretched out the scissors with his side head. The hair on the young man's forehead fell to one side, and the shallow red mole on his forehead was reflected in a dense green, like a bird dyed with the setting sun, flapping its bright red wings in the green woods, fading away, and hastily turning into a small dot in the sky.

"Young master," Ah Jin, a subordinate of the Meng Mansion, said after a quick salute to Tang Li and his master, "The little county lord has just entered Miss Song's room, and his subordinates can't stop him. ”

Tang Li smiled narrowly: "I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I would be able to see Second Young Master Meng working for two women, but I was really lucky." ”

Meng Hui ignored his ridicule, put down the scissors, wiped his hands, and said to Tang Li: "You sit here first, and I'll go back." ”

Tang Li stretched his waist, hooked his lips and said, "I've been sitting here for most of the day, and if I don't go back, those concubines in my house don't know how to make trouble." ”

Meng Hui raised the corner of his eyes and swept him, still in a light tone: "Then you can do it yourself." Then he walked out of the hall without looking back.

After the maid of Mengfu bathed Lianzhou, she changed into a bright long dress, and the best ice silk silkworms stuck to her skin, which made her look a little heavier.

After a few maids finished dressing Lianzhou, they retreated, leaving only one maid to dress Lianzhou.

In the makeup mirror, the strange and delicate face was as pale as paper, and the maid rubbed it lightly with rouge, and the girl's cheeks gradually became rosy. An ivory comb swept her jet-black black hair, and a jade butterfly hairpin with a tassel was tied with green silk, and her bare hand was raised, and a faint purple warm color fell on her wrist, and the carved patterns engraved on it were delicate and simple.

Lian Zhou swept the ornaments on her wrists, and the circles were round, like tears on the paper and ink, and they were wrapped around her hands in a big circle, but they were like a cage that could not be broken.

Looking up, the girl's skin in the bronze mirror is fine and can be broken, her quiet face is graceful, her eyes are black, like stars sinking in the deep sea, ethereal and lonely.

In the process of the maid helping her to groom and dress up, she always had the same expression, with some apprehension, some shock, and some helplessness.

Suddenly, my heart felt like a big piece of emptiness.

No one told her why, why she came to this inexplicable place. Lian Zhou's empty eyes looked at the bronze mirror, in addition to an unfamiliar face in the mirror, there was also a precious pear blossom wood wooden table behind him, a hibiscus-colored agate bead curtain, and a graceful magnolia carved glass screen.

I miss the grass and trees in modern society, the electric fan that turns in hulala, the soft sofa, the mobile phone, the computer, the shining lights, the Colt who has been with her for many years, her teammates, Xiaojie, Wen Han, Amin, Xiaohui, and Li Ruiyang, those hard training years, the undercover career with a thread in the balance, and all the past time. Whether it's dark, bright, gentle, or painful, she misses it all.

Even if it's a stinky river, even if it's a Chinese city with no new ideas, as long as there are traces of modernity, she misses it.

Just because, in that world, there are traces of her own life for twenty years, whether it is cold or warm, it has been immersed in her life, and it is a part of her flesh and blood.

Personal likes and dislikes become less distinct in the powerful wasteland of time.

Either way, she really wanted to go back. She stood alone, like a ship that could not find a lighthouse.