After returning to the other garden, Xiao Qingyue carried some rouge that she had bought, and when she passed by the study, she involuntarily moved again to enter. As soon as I walked to the door, the door inside was also opened, and the two people inside and outside the door were a little stunned when they saw each other.

Seeing the man's inquiring eyes, Xiao Qingyue hurriedly put on a smile, "Why did you come back so early today?"

The man looked at her for a moment and then replied gently, "Well, I'll come back after nothing in Yangzhou Mansion, we will get married tomorrow, and I have to arrange some things personally."

Xiao Qingyue laughed twice, trying to make herself look natural.

At this time, the man also saw the things she was carrying, "I heard that you went out to buy something"

"Well, I bought some rouge gouache"

"Yes, it just so happens that I asked someone to customize several colors of Zhu Hai for you, which has been sent to the main courtyard, I'll take you to see"

"Good" glanced at the closed door behind her, she had wanted to go in several times in the past two days... But in the end, she hesitated again, she was afraid, and she was also evading...

Xu Fu, the housekeeper in the house, once said that Xiao Nanfeng usually does not let people enter this study at will, and she has never doubted it when she has lived here for so long. Until recently ...

It is said that a woman's intuition is very smart, and Xiao Qingyue's mind and intuition are on that painting axis... Tomorrow she was going to marry that man, but she felt a faint uneasiness in her heart.

At this time, the servants in the annex were arranging, the big red silk and lanterns were slowly being hung, and everyone was preparing for tomorrow's marriage.

Xiao Qingyue is now past the age of getting married, she feels that she is already an old girl, she didn't expect that she would end up marrying the most unlikely person at the beginning.

At this moment, Xiao Nanfeng was walking in front of her unhurriedly, looking at the back of the man, and the people following behind him gradually became distracted...

From the first encounter to the present, over the years, this person's appearance and mind seem to have never changed. It seems that she is the only one who has changed... Acquaintance, acquaintance, to full of heart.

She wanted to know how he would settle the woman he had brought back, and she wanted to ask him who that woman looked like...

But in the end, she didn't have the courage to ask, and when she opened her mouth, all the illusions under her eyes would be shattered, and she could bear the final result? She doesn't know ...

Entering the house, I came to the dresser, which was full of beaded jewelry, which was personally selected by Xiao Nanfeng. Among so many things, Xiao Qingyue took a fancy to a well-crafted plum blossom hairpin at a glance. I picked it up and looked at it carefully...

The man saw the one she picked up and said, "Do you like it, I personally drew a pattern for people to make this plum hairpin?"

There was a sorrow in the woman's drooping eyes... It's plum blossoms again...

chuckling and rubbing the things in his hand, he replied duplicitously, "I like it, it's beautiful"

"Tomorrow to get married, I hope you can bring it, and I will always carry it in the future"

"Good" as long as you like, I will do it... Even if it's someone else's stand-in, it doesn't hurt.

The man did not notice anything unusual about her, and seemed to be immersed in the joy of tomorrow, this woman had finally become his wife worthy of the name, and it was enough for him to have her company for the rest of his life.

The next day, in the entire Xiao Mansion Garden, there were lights everywhere, wrapped in red makeup, and the eyes were full of red.

Considering Xiao Qingyue's identity, Xiao Nanfeng did not invite many guests, but despite this, the wedding was still very grand.

At this moment, Xiao Qingyue was sitting in front of the dresser, staring blankly at the person in the bronze mirror, without a trace of joy for the bride to be married on her face. On the table next to her, there was a big red wedding dress that had been made not long ago, and she had two sets of wedding dresses, and the wedding dress that had not had time to wear was delayed by the sudden war, and the set of wedding dresses that she didn't have time to wear has been shelved. Xiao Qingyue wanted to use that set as a wedding dress, but Xiao Nanfeng disagreed, everything he gave her must be new. Just like today's villa, everything is completely new.

But no matter how new the clothes are, he can't wear the person he originally wanted...

Xiao Qingyue was a little chest tightness and shortness of breath for a while, and got up and threw a sentence to Forsythia and Pothos who were busy in the house, "I have some chest tightness, go out to breathe, you guys are busy first" and left the house alone.

It's another sunny day, and today's sky is so blue and cloudless.

According to local customs, the groom and the bride cannot meet unless it is a candle in the cave room on the day of marriage, and Xiao Qingyue has not seen Xiao Nanfeng since yesterday afternoon. I don't know what that guy is up to...

The ghost sent God.,Unconsciously walked to the courtyard of the study.。。。 Walking to the door, my heart beat violently, and I looked around, and there was no one in the courtyard at this time. She thought that Xiao Nanfeng should definitely be arranging marriage in the front yard at the moment.

She went in and took a look, maybe everything was just thinking too much about herself, as long as she had seen the scroll, as long as Xiao Nanfeng didn't lie to her. Then from now on, she will no longer have any doubts, she will love him for the rest of her life, and she will always accompany him to old age... As long as the man didn't lie to her ...

Holding out a somewhat uneasy hand, she finally pushed open the door of the study...

The sun was shining outside, but it was slightly dark in the study, she had also been to this study, when Xiao Nanfeng went to the Northern Wei Dynasty before, she would often come to this room to find some books to read. Occasionally, she would practice calligraphy on that desk, but when Xiao Nanfeng was in the house, she rarely came here. Because every time she came, the man was there to do business. I looked around the rows of bookshelves, but I didn't find the scroll I had seen before. After looking around, I came to the desk, and there were a few pairs of words written by Xiao Nanfeng on the table, which were a few lines of poetry, which looked like they had just been written. . .

'Chaosi goes out of the front door, and Dusk thinks back to Zhu. Smile to whom, the belly of the yin remembers you'

Staring at the sprinkled words, something flashed in Xiao Qingyue's mind, and her uneasy hand looked at the other sheets of paper stacked together on the side,

'Never far away, Anzhi envy couple'

'Although the newlyweds are lovely, they are not as happy as they have been'

'All things are endless, and the survivors are hurt'

These are love poems in memory of lovers, people who see this, their faces are gradually becoming difficult to see, she comforts herself in her heart, she must be thinking too much, it must be...

Looking at the stacked books on the table, she immediately flipped through them in a bit of a panic, where was it, where was the scroll!

In the panic, some books on the table slipped to the ground, Xiao Qingyue hurriedly climbed under the table to pick it up, and when she got up, she didn't pay attention, and her back hit the table hard.

Her whole face wrinkled in pain, but at that moment, the table was hit and something fell out from under the table.

The person who was holding the book in his hand couldn't care about the pain in his lower back at the moment, his breath was a little disordered, and his eyes were staring at the things that fell to the ground. The thing that fell was the painting scroll she had been looking for, and she was stunned for a long time before she dared to pick it up.

The scroll seemed to be some year old, the paper of the scroll was a little yellowed, and some of the gold threads on the margins had been opened, and it was evident that the owner of the scroll had often taken it out to look at it.

Pulling open the strap tied on it, gently spreading it flat on the table, Xiao Qingyue's heart also beat in a panic with the scroll that slowly opened...

At this time, a thing wrapped in the middle of the scroll was the first to be revealed. . . It was the plum blossom hosta she had been wearing, and when the picture scroll was all unfolded, a dignified and beautiful woman jumped on the paper. . .

Looking at the person on the painting, Xiao Qingyue's eyes couldn't help but widen, no wonder she felt that this scroll was familiar, this painting had been seen in the Feixia Hall a few years ago. At that time, Liu Yin once said that this was a portrait copied by an old friend for her. Xiao Qingyue remembered that she was still making fun of Liu Yin at the time, what kind of old friend could paint her so vividly...

If it weren't for the deep portrayal of this person's appearance in my heart, how could I have glanced at it and sketched it so realistically and meticulously...

A tingling pain hit her heart, and she stretched out her trembling hand in disbelief, touching the person on the painting, and at this time, in the upper right corner of the painting, a new poem attracted her attention.

muttered, "I don't know the way in my dream, how can I comfort lovesickness"

In an instant, many things that I couldn't understand for so many years suddenly understood at this moment...

'When I was young, I traveled to Jiangnan and saw your mother's concubine, but when I saw her again, she was already a concubine of two dynasties... ’

Xiao Qingyue finally understood why every time that person looked at her, he had a feeling of seeing flowers in a fog, déjà vu and familiar, delicate and complicated. It turned out that he was just looking at another person through her, and that person, the person who had been hidden deep in Xiao Nanfeng's heart, was her mother, Liu Yin?!

Touching the plum blossom hairpin, Xiao Qingyue was already so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe, when Xiao Nanfeng asked her to ask for this hairpin as a token of love in exchange, now that she thinks about it, this hairpin was originally something that Xiao Nanfeng wanted to give to her mother Liu Yin.

Because... The person in this painting, this hairpin is inserted in the bun... She has treasured this thing for so many years, but it is something that has never belonged to her...

When she was in Jiankang, Xiao Nanfeng would recognize her when she saw her for the first time, not because she knew in advance that she would leave the palace... It's because she not only looks like Liu Yin, but also has this plum hairpin pinned to her bun. . .

What a deep feeling, what a deep idiot, and what a deep love that makes him so obsessed with it, even when he goes out on the expedition, he has to carry this painting with him...

What about her... What is she... Is it a stand-in for your own mother?

What a love house and Wu, a good unswerving affection...

Suddenly, she smiled... I don't know the way in my dream, how can I comfort my lovesickness? . . . Hehehehe... How to comfort Acacia... Hehehehe。。。。。。

No wonder Su Xing kept telling her to stay away from this person, even the stupid Jiang family told her to run away from this person...

It turned out that from the moment she met Xiao Nanfeng, she was doomed to be doomed...

There was a churn in his chest, something seemed to gush out, and a hint of fishy sweetness poured into his mouth.

"Da... Da... ”

One drop, two drops, three drops。。。。。

Something slowly overflowed from Xiao Qingyue's mouth and fell onto the painting, quickly blurring, she hurriedly wiped it with her hands in a panic, but the more she wiped it, the more she wiped it。。。。。

She actually vomited blood...

"What are you doing here!"

The door to the study was suddenly pushed open, and when she heard the voice, she looked at the man in a panic.

The man standing at the door looked angry, and the mountain rain was about to come, and he walked in slowly, and when he saw the things on the table, his face was like ice, and it quickly cracked...

Xiao Qingyue wiped the blood on the painting and said in a panic, "I'm sorry... I... ”

The man walked over quickly, without looking at her, and vigorously pulled the person away from the desk, snatched the painting, and then shouted, "Get out!" ”

The person who was pulled away, one stumbled and almost fell to the ground, her face was already pale, wooden, stunned, and she was still holding the plum blossom hosta in her hand at this time.

Trembling, he gently put things on the table, covered his aching chest, turned away silently, and the moment he stepped out of the door, a cold voice came from behind him.

"Don't come in again without the king's order!"

Later.....

She smiled, there was no future...