Feng Duhan took Ye Zhiwei out of the front yard and went all the way to Qingyue Residence.

Ye Zhiwei was blown by the night wind, and the effect of the cartilage powder in her body weakened a little, she just struggled a few times and wanted to go down to the ground by herself, but she didn't want to be cold but slapped her buttocks.

"Don't move!" He reprimanded.

Ye Zhiwei shrunk her neck, looked at the fading front yard lights, and said in a low voice: "Will the third brother be okay?" "If Feng Shaowen is really kicked to death by him, I am afraid that the cold-blooded reputation of killing my brother will not be washed away in this life.

"He can't die." Feng Du smiled coldly, "As long as the prince still treats him as his own son, it's a big deal to use more thousand-year-old ginseng to hang his life, but his body will be useless in the future." ”

Ye Zhiwei's eyes widened in shock, "Wasted? ”

Feng Duhan's footsteps suddenly slowed down, and he looked at her, "Is Wei'er scared of her cold-blooded and cruel husband?" ”

"Afraid of what?" Ye Zhiwei glared at him and put her backhand around his neck, "I'm still counting on you to be my backer, I'm so powerful." She grinned and rested her head in the socket of his neck.

The warm touch was transmitted, and the night breeze mixed with the faint fragrance of hosta flowers on her body, disturbing a pool of spring water in the depths of his eyes.

As soon as he entered the Qingyue Residence, Tsing Yi suddenly turned to the front of the wind and twilight, and the guards were also standing in the courtyard, and everyone suddenly knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "Congratulations to my subordinates on the birthday of the prince!" ”

Even though Feng Duhan never showed his emotions easily in front of them, he couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on his face at this time.

Ye Zhiwei covered her small mouth with her sleeves and sneered.

Feng Duhan's heart moved, his eyes swept over Tsing Yi and the others, and finally landed on the face of the villain in his arms.

"You arranged it?" He asked in a deep voice.

Ye Zhiwei blinked and looked at his face cautiously, "I asked my mother, and she told me...... Your birthday is the same as that of your third brother. ”

It's just that since he was nine years old, Feng Duhan has never mentioned his birthday.

At first, the princess ignored his objections and held a banquet, but later found out that every year on his birthday, he didn't even return home, and finally had to give up.

"I remember that in your previous life, you didn't mention your birthday, but what is the reason?" Ye Zhiwei pestered him and asked in a whisper.

Feng Duhan's thin lips were pursed, as if he had thought of something unpleasant, and his sword eyebrows gradually frowned, and the center of his eyebrows bulged like the word "Chuan" carved in stone.

Seeing this, Ye Zhiwei felt a slight pain in her heart, and she couldn't ask again, so she reached out to brush his eyebrows.

Feng Duhan quickly returned to normal, and said lightly to Tsing Yi and the others: "Get up, it's rare for the princess to arrange it tonight, let Tsing Yi go and bring a few jars of wine over, the brothers can have fun, don't get drunk and make trouble." ”

"Thank you, Lord Shizi!" Everyone didn't expect that the master would reward them with fine wine, and all of them had joy on their faces.

Feng Duhan asked Tsing Yi to fetch wine, and he took Ye Zhiwei to the shelter in the courtyard.

Xiaolian and Liu Yan cleaned up the shelter pavilion, opened the food box of Shu Xiangyuan, and after a while, the table was full of various dishes.

The moon is in the middle of the sky.

Numerous lanterns are lit up around the shelter.

Ye Zhiwei poured osmanthus brew for the cup in front of the wind and twilight with her own hands.

The faint aroma of osmanthus wafts in the night breeze.

Feng Duhan sat there, looking at the woman he loved in front of him, slowly picked up the wine glass, and opened his lips lightly: "One wish, husband Chitose." ”

The corners of Feng Duhan's lips raised slightly, took the wine, and drank it all.

Ye Zhiwei poured a second cup again, and bowed down with Yingying: "Second wish, the concubine is always healthy." ”

Under the watchful eye of the wind and twilight, she drank the wine from the cup and showed him the bottom of the glass.

Twilight smiled knowingly.

Ye Zhiwei poured the third cup again, "Three wishes, and Jun are like Liang Shangyan, and they often see each other year after year." ”

Feng Duhan watched her hold her wine glass respectfully, and her eyebrows were in line.

He also raised his glass, his narrow eyes with a subtle tremor at the end of his eyes.

Husband and wife raise their eyebrows.

In this life, she wants him to live well.

Only if he is alive can he protect her and bless her for a lifetime.

In this life, she also has to live well, otherwise how can she accompany him to step on the mountains and rivers and guide the country.

Only if she is alive can she stay with her, and she will grow old.

In this life, there are you and me, and you are like a swallow on the beam, living and perching.

Ye Zhiwei's dark eyes were shining in the light, like twinkling stars.

Two glasses of wine, drunk at the same time, are like a silent oath, whether it is Shi Niang in the previous life, or Du Wei of the merchant girl, or Ye Zhiwei now......

In his eyes, there is only her.

The clear color of the wine reflects the bright moon, settles at the bottom of the glass, and shimmers with amber.

The beautiful scenery of the good day, the wine is charming.

What is the glory and wealth, what is the success and fame, it is better to take pity on the people in front of you.

"Vile." Feng Duhan called her softly, holding her slender fingers in the palm of her hand, "If you have a wife like you, you will not be lonely as a husband in this life." He lowered his head and landed the kiss on her fingertips.

Ye Zhiwei's heart has been melted into a ball by this kiss, but with it comes a dull pain in her heart like a knife, she knows that there must be a reason why he is so evasive about his birthday.

"Past life...... My mother passed away on the day of my birth. "The autumn wind blows by, blowing the lanterns up, and the cold faces of the wind flicker brighter and darker.

Ye Zhiwei was stunned.

She had speculated about many reasons, but she didn't dare to think about it.

In the previous life, Princess Nan was poisoned by Concubine Zhuang when he went to the army, and finally died inexplicably tragically, and the day of his death was actually a cold birthday.

Feng Duhan met Ye Zhiwei's gaze, and said in a calm tone, "Every day, I will think of the past, although the mother concubine in this life was saved by you, but the memory will not disappear." ”

The memories of the two lives together are chaotic, but he has been silently bearing it alone, and if he doesn't say it, she will also be kept in the bones.

Ye Zhiwei's lips trembled, and her eyes were misty.

Feng Duhan dragged her over and held her in his arms, "Don't cry, I am very pleased for my husband tonight, and every year on my birthday in the future, my husband will think of everything you have done for me." ”

Ye Zhiwei pursed her mouth, tears rolled and turned in her eyes, she had to bury her face in his arms, not wanting him to see her tears.

"That's right." Twilight suddenly hugged her and stood up, "Last time you had your birthday, I owed you a gift for my husband. ”

"What gift?" Ye Zhiwei looked puzzled.

"You'll find out in a moment." Twilight took her out from the other end of the shelter and down the cloister towards the lotus pond.

The autumn night was windy, blowing the two of them in rags.

In the distance, Ye Zhiwei saw that there seemed to be something faintly glowing in the lotus pond.

Is it a lantern? If you look closely, it doesn't look like it.

When she got closer, Ye Zhiwei realized that it was a luminous stone, glowing with a gradual cyan light.

"I ruined a piece of jade for my husband last time, and today I will compensate you for a better piece of jade." Twilight pointed to the luminous stone.

Ye Zhiwei looked at the shape of the stone carefully, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

A precious stone was carved into the shape of a rabbit, and the eyes were inlaid with rubies the size of bull's eyes.

This gift...... It's too tyrannical!