That day, Wen Ziran heard Yang Qinghe say: "I, I see, I see my mother......"

He immediately changed his face, but he still patted her back patiently and gently, and said gently: "Your mind is not good, people have been gone for so long, and you can't cancel the marriage contract with me just to meet you in a dream." He added: "It's really angry to do such a ridiculous thing." ”

Yang Qinghe did not ask Wen Ziran to calm down, but cried more and more, hiding in his arms and crying so much that tears and snot were all over him.

"No, no, not in a dream, not in a dream......"

Wen Ziran's expression was ugly, but he still smiled patiently: "Isn't it in a dream, can you still see her standing in front of your eyes." ”

As soon as the words fell, he felt that Yang Qinghe's body in his arms trembled slightly, grabbed his clothes tightly, and said half-loudly: "It's true, she, she's alive, she's ......"

Yang Qinghe's body trembled more and more as she spoke, looking frightened, she hugged Wen Ziran tightly: "I, I'm really the one who saw her, even if she was wearing a man's clothes, I can also see her at a glance in the crowd, Brother Ziran, what to do, what to do, she will definitely not let me marry you......"

Yang Qinghe was already a little broken, hugging Wen Ziran and only knowing how to cry, Wen Ziran's face became more and more ugly, he pinched Yang Qinghe's shoulder, forcing her to look at herself: "Are you serious?" ”

Seeing her biting her lip and nodding, Wen Ziran said again: "When and where did you see it?" What do you have to say to you? ”

Yang Qinghe shook his head, choked on crying, and couldn't speak for a long time.

Wen Ziran took her in his arms and slowly calmed her down: "Okay, okay, I won't ask, don't ask......"

Yang Qinghe cried enough in Wen Ziran's arms, shook his head and said, "I saw her three times, and she didn't even tell me, even when she saw me, she left in a hurry." ”

Wen Ziran's two eyebrows were about to wrinkle together, and I heard her say: "I, I saw it on the day of the Lantern Festival, and I didn't catch up after chasing it for a long time, and I thought it was a mistake, on February 12, I went to Wanbao Zhai to order jewelry, and I saw a silhouette from a distance, but it was only a moment away, I thought there was a person in this world who was the same as my mother, but, but yesterday, but yesterday I saw her face to face with me, a pair of eyes full of concern, but she left without saying anything after all." ”

"Maybe it's wrong, you also said that there are only people who look the same in this world." Although Wen Ziran had a guess in his heart, he still asked.

"No, no, I, I've been the most sticky to my mother since I was a child, and her appearance has been engraved into my heart, can I make a mistake once or twice, and can I still make a mistake the third time?"

If you can make a mistake in one or two times, can you still make a mistake in the third time?

Mu Mingshu frowned tightly, leaned back on the rocking chair and thought for a while before saying, "So the eldest princess of Yuhe is really alive?" ”

Wen Ziran didn't answer, his expression was also very deep, when the eldest princess Yu and the eldest princess died violently, he was still working in the Tai Hospital, not only Zhao Yiheng went to the underground palace to probe her life and death, but he also personally checked the body of the eldest princess and made sure that he was dead before reporting it.

But if she is really alive, then what happened to the person who died in the first place? Could it be that someone dropped the bag or ......

These speculations are unknown, Mu Mingshu's well-maintained nails lightly tapped on the armrest of the rocking chair, and only after half a sound did he say: "No, if I don't find out this matter, I feel uncomfortable, I have to ask Zhao Yiheng to dig a grave." ”

As soon as Mu Mingshu told Zhao Yiheng about this, he ordered him to go down, even if the entire Rui Wangfu was still under the nose of Emperor Jiawen, it would not be difficult for him to dig a grave according to Zhao Yiheng's ability.

His people went that night to dig up the grave where the jade and the eldest princess were buried, and the news came early the next morning that there were rotting corpses in it, because of the high degree of decay, it was impossible to determine whether it was jade and the eldest princess, but the clothes and jewelry were all worn by the jade and the eldest princess when they were buried.

Mu Mingshu heard the news, looked at Zhao Yiheng sideways, and the two glanced at each other, both frowning and not speaking.

Since this matter can't be investigated, he won't mention it, if the person Yang Qinghe saw was the eldest princess of Yuhe, then she would definitely appear.

There is no eyebrows about the matter of Yu and the eldest princess, but the wedding date between Wen Ziran and Yang Qinghe has arrived, and I don't know how Wen Ziran persuaded Yang Qinghe, but she was happy on the day she got married.

Mu Mingshu saw her sitting upright in the new room, clasping her hands on her laps, but she couldn't be more dignified than before, and she laughed again: "In the past, you still called me Sister Mingshu, but now I want to call you sister-in-law." ”

Yang Qinghe's face was red, fortunately he was covered by Xipa, otherwise she was afraid that she would make a joke.

It is said that Wen Ziran is now twenty-five years old, and the first time he married his wife, he still married his favorite person, and he was happy to drink a few glasses, and finally asked someone to help him enter the new house.

Yang Qinghe's maids all retreated with interest, she sat on the couch, obviously heard the sound of footsteps, but she didn't move for half a day, her heart was so nervous that she beat the drum, and she couldn't breathe for half a day.

The room was quiet, and she asked the big red Xipa to cover her eyes, and she couldn't see what was going on, and her hands were tightly clutching the fabric of the big red wedding robe, which was full of sweat stains.

I don't know how long it took for her to muster up the courage to call: "Brother Ziran? ”

Wen Ziran vaguely deserved it, but there was no sound anymore.

Yang Qinghe couldn't tell what was going on, pursed his lips and said, "What are you doing?" ”

Wen Ziran didn't speak, Yang Qinghe pricked up his ears for a while before he heard the sound of the clothes rubbing against his unsteady footsteps, and then he felt that his body was biased, and asked Wen Ziran to roll to the dragon and phoenix quilt, and Xipa also called to lift up.

Facing Wen Ziran's different smile from the past, Yang Qinghe's face turned red instantly, his heart fluttered, and he bit his lip and said shyly: "Brother Ziran." ”

Wen Ziran's eyes were blurred, he put his index finger to his lips, gently "shhhhh

Yang Qinghe glanced sideways, and saw a few sneaky figures outside the room, and his face suddenly turned redder.

Wen Ziran looked at her and smiled, laughed with herself, stepped forward and hugged her waist, the wine-scented lips were tightly attached to her lips, and the red lip petals were smeared with lipstick made of pomegranate flowers, and she tasted the fragrance of pomegranate flowers in her mouth.

The corners of his lips hooked, and his tongue poked into her mouth, which made Yang Qinghe more and more nervous, and he bit his teeth, but Wen Ziran screamed and withdrew his tongue suddenly.

Yang Qinghe was also so frightened, and hurriedly sat up straight and asked him, "How is it, how is it, it hurts you." ”

Wen Ziran looked at her with a strange expression, but saw that her expression was awesome, she lowered her head, and said sneeringly: "I, I, I'm too nervous, to, or, I, let's talk, talk." ”

Wen Ziran made her laugh, remembering that she was so active a few days ago, and threatened to plant her own seeds, but now just a kiss made her so nervous that she even bit herself.

Talking about it, don't you know that the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold? It's not a waste of money to sit here.

With a smile on his face, he also sat up, straightened the clothes on his body, coughed lightly and laughed: "It's okay, we haven't even drunk the wine yet." ”

Speaking of the wine, Yang Qinghe was surprised again: "Then, then I, do you want to cover the hijab first." ”

Wen Ziran couldn't cry or laugh: "That's not necessary." ”

"Oh." Yang Qinghe nodded obediently, thinking in her heart that it was a pity, wasn't it the most surprising moment when the groom lifted the hijab, she didn't even see it.

Wen Ziran got up, stepped forward lightly, and opened the door, only to see the people outside covering their lips and scattering, and he coughed lightly: "Go back and rest, don't force me to drug you." ”

Those individuals didn't reply, but they heard Wen Ziran say to Xiao Si, who was guarding and serving: "Go and get a jar of bamboo leaf green." ”

That Xiao Si also turned his head, and couldn't figure out why his master wanted Zhu Yeqing on his wedding night, but he was a slave, so he couldn't help but take it quickly.

The wine in the new house is just a juice with a little bit of wine, which is incomparable to this bamboo leaf green.

Wen Ziran poured a pair of century-old fine porcelain cups full of wine, and then handed a cup to Yang Qinghe: "It is said that drinking nine cups of wine can be regarded as a long time, and we must also drink nine cups." ”

Yang Qinghe couldn't help nodding with a red face, but said in his heart: If it can last for a long time, don't say nine cups, she can drink ninety-nine cups.

The two of them held hands and drank the wine in each cup, Wen Ziran was full again, and after drinking six cups like this, Yang Qinghe was already a little dizzy, she shook her head, and put the heroic cup down: "It's full." ”

Wen Ziran smiled and continued to fill her up.

Yang Qinghe was already a little drunk after drinking two more glasses, she stood up with her glass, sat on Wen Ziran's lap, and kissed him on the cheek, making him red all of a sudden.

"After drinking this cup, there is another cup, and we will never be separated for a long time in this life."

Wen Ziran smiled lightly, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around her waist, and deserved: "Self." Then he took the quilt in her hand and filled it with another glass.

Yang Qinghe couldn't drink this cup, and the whole person lay on Wen Ziran's body, smelling the unique medicinal fragrance on his body and muttering: "It's like a dream." ”

Wen Ziran hugged her, gently put her on the couch, looked at her with a rosy face, and asked with a smile: "Do you still want to break the marriage contract with me?" Do you want to borrow my seeds? ”

Yang Qinghe slammed the spirit, and laughed twice: "Where am I willing to give up." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and climbed on his neck, and said with a little intoxication: "All your things have to be mine, where do you need me to borrow them." ”