When the prince saw this scene, his condensed eyes showed a slightly satisfied smile, walked in front of Ziwei, and reached out to hug her from Hunt Qi's arms: "Wei'er, this is the big brother that my father found for you, do you like it?" ”

Poking out of the thick arm crook of the little head decorated with beads, Ziwei clapped her little hands and rubbed her delicate little face: "Father, this big brother is so beautiful!" Vile likes it, Vile likes it. (Pen Fun Pavilion)"

Pulling Hunt Qi's broad embroidery again, Tong Yan shouted unscrupulously: "Father, I want this big brother to stay in the house to play with me." ”

"Okay, just ask him to be your husband and play with you for the rest of your life, okay?"

"Okay, okay, someone will play with me, let's go, go play a game of riding a wooden horse."

Since then, Jia Qi has stayed in the mansion as the county lord's husband.

At night, he often takes crape myrtle under this crape myrtle tree, sitting in a hanging basket woven by crape myrtle, swaying like a swing.

He pointed to the most beautiful star in the sky and said to Ziwei, "County Lord, have you seen that star?" ”

Ziwei followed the guidance of Jia Qi and saw the sky full of stars, there was the most beautiful and dazzling star, hanging in the sky, and other stars radiated around it: "What kind of star is that?" It's so beautiful! ”

Hunt Qi gently told her: "The most beautiful star is Ziweixing, and you are as beautiful as that star." ”

Ziwei weaves his youthful dreams,

Weaving memories that he can't forget.

Weaving the promise of a teenager.

Carrying the joys of childhood.

He often rocked the crape myrtle, which was asleep in the hanging basket. Humming:

The sky is full of little stars,

There is a purple microstar in the sky.

Twinkle and twinkle,

The lord who is afraid of the dark sleeps peacefully.

The stars light up for you.

The sky is full of little stars,

There is a purple microstar in the sky.

Twinkle and twinkle,

Stars and stars go slowly.

Don't take away my heart, my heart.

……

Hunt Qi looked at the most beautiful star in the sky, and couldn't help but hum this childhood song softly, this low and rich bass awakened the memory that had been sleeping for many years, Ziwei's heart palpitated, this voice opened the floodgates of memory, and the intermittent fragments gradually connected into a childhood picture

The memories that floated around them hurried back at a cheerful pace, filling up some of the missing details.

It turns out that Jia Qi and Ziwei had such a close contact when they were children, and their relationship is even more than that of other sons.

The hanging basket is still the hanging basket, the tree is still the same tree, and the handwriting engraved on the tree "grow with me" has been enlarged with the growth of this tree.

When he was a child, he stood by the hanging basket, shook the hanging basket, and hummed his own children's songs, and now he has grown into a handsome son with a graceful demeanor and a jade tree in the wind.

His gaze is still gentle, deeply hidden memories of that period of time, and the words carved by the knife are like witnesses of their growth, carrying the weight of time, a beautiful expectation, and a gentle promise.

Hunt Qi plucked a pink flower from the tree, put it on the crape myrtle's sideburns, and looked at the delicate little face like a flower.

Along with the memory, there is also the opposite of the crape myrtle tree, and the lotus pond is a dim twilight with a slight grayish purple.

Hunt Qi took her out of the hanging basket, took her little hand, and pulled out a small boat hidden in the lotus pond from the lotus pond, and the boat set off from under the crape myrtle tree, paddling quietly on the lotus pond full of lotus leaves.

Twilight makes everything blurry and quiet. She saw that the lotus pond was full of lotus flowers, clapped her little hands and shouted: "It's so beautiful, so many lotus flowers, so many lotus flowers, I want it." ”

After speaking, he leaned out half of his body, went to pick the nearest lotus flower of the boat, slipped his body, planted it forward, and exclaimed uncontrollably: "Ah, mother! ”

The screams did not stop, the soft delicate body trembled and slid into a warm embrace, he held his slightly trembling body, forced to calm down and coaxed the frightened Ziwei, it took a while for Ziwei to stop crying, he took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the tears on Ziwei's face, and coaxed softly: "County Lord, don't do such a dangerous thing in the future, let me come, I am willing to be the county lord's flower messenger." ”

After speaking, he took out a white ribbon from the sleeve of his robe, and threw it into the lotus pond, and the red, white, and green lotus flowers and lotus canopies broke away from the lotus leaves one after another, and flew to the boat, and after a while, the bow of the boat was full of lotus flowers and lotus canopies.

The child's face is like a spring in March, a few changes can be counted, just now Ziwei was still crying looking for the mother, and now when she sees the fun and new things, she forgets the fright again, her long eyelashes tremble, and there are tear stains, looking at the lotus and lotus canopy rolling on the boat, she immediately clapped her little hands and shouted happily: "Fun, fun." ”

A lotus pod rolled to her feet, she bent down to pick up the plump lotus, held the lotus pod in her arms, and in her small bosom, a feeling of happiness grew, this feeling was as full as the lotus pod, as fragrant as the lotus seeds.

The warm smile hung on his face, exuding a noble and gentle temperament. As soon as he closed the white ribbon in his hand, he returned to the sleeve of his robe, and his eyes followed Ziwei all the time, watching her run around chasing the lotus canopy on the boat, her eyes were bright, and she seemed to summon back the spring that belonged to him.

He picked up a lotus pod from the bow of the boat, pulled Ziwei to the boat and sat down, peeled off the lotus seeds and put them in her mouth one by one, and watched with satisfaction as she chewed the lotus rice and swallowed it.

A strand of hair blew to her mouth, Hunt Qi reached out and stroked Ziwei's soft hair, untied the hairband in her hair, rearranged the windswept hair, and picked up a white lotus flower from the ship and put it on her sideburns, the more she looked at it, the more beautiful it became.

When such crape myrtle grows up, how should it be captivating the country and the city, and fascinated many people. Jia Qijun's face was flushed with suspicion, his eyebrows and eyes were silky and gentle like water, and he lowered his head and whispered to Ziwei: "County Lord, you have grown up, Jia Qi will definitely give you a romantic night." ”

Ziwei clapped her little hands heartlessly, laughing happily, she pointed to the tallest crape myrtle tree in the house and said, "Fun, fun, I want you to take me to the tree, watch the flowers bloom, play the piano and sing." ”

He took a step closer, looked at her smiling eyes, and couldn't help but reach out and stroke her little face: "A word is decided, when you are in time, I will definitely give the county lord a romantic night, and the county lord Qin Xiao and Se, willing to be the county lord's interpretation flower." ”

Ziwei's eyes gradually became clearer, the vague image in her eyes slowly disappeared, and a young man with a clear rhyme grew into a beautiful young man

It was late at night, the round and big moon hung in the night sky, and the stars kept blinking tirelessly, as if urging the pair of jade people to hurry up and play the flute and chirp. They are also anxious, don't hesitate any longer, in the dead of night, it is the time to spend the moon before the moon, and talk about their thoughts, be decisive. Don't miss out on your chance.

At this time, the night breeze sent a familiar fragrance, the crape myrtle flowers hanging on the branches swayed with the wind, making a loud sound, the palace lamps swayed, and the yellow light appeared at a glance, and the crape myrtle trees were full of flowers. The enchanting crape myrtle flowers, the crape myrtle flowers bloomed with smiling faces, blooming in the wind.

Jia Qi slowly straightened his waist, stared at the full moon and the starry sky, listened to the sound of the sway, and smiled slightly: "County Lord, you are the most beautiful tonight, look, the crape myrtle flowers are rendered by your beauty and bloom for you." ”

Crape myrtle opened her eyes wide, looking at the crape myrtle flowers in the breeze, swaying flower branches, and blooming crape myrtle flowers, presenting a spectacle of a hundred flowers blooming in front of her, and she couldn't close her mouth for a long time.

Hunt Qi sat on the wooden board, picked up a Xiao from his side, looked at Ziwei with watery eyes and gentleness, and slowly played,

Feel the soft sound wave lift her up gently. Breaking free from the gravitational pull of the demons, he led her to a bamboo forest. Passing through the green bamboo forest, she came to the crape myrtle tree, and the blooming crape myrtle flowers made her feel refreshed.

I can't help but sigh: What a beautiful crape myrtle flower, fragrant and beautiful full of branches, red and purple, everyone praises.

Ziwei understood Xiao Sheng's rhyme, picked up the piano, and put it on the low table in front, and a beautiful note flowed out from under the ten fingers, and the flowery crape myrtle flowers swayed and danced in the wind.

When crape myrtle is intoxicated with a joyful atmosphere, the tone of the flute turns, the spring water is meandering, the small bridge and flowing water are on the water side, there is a beautiful woman, is the beautiful woman okay? Will you sail with me?

The sound of the piano is long, the song is far away, you are the moon, I am the star, accompany you on a voyage, and travel between the sky.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute turned, faintly with the sound of killing, the domineering spirit was vividly expressed, and the sound of the piano whimpered and whispered, very helpless.

That's it, sometimes the piano flute and the song, you are the wind, I am the cloud, I am willing to follow you to the edge of the sky.

From time to time, the piano flute whimpered, full of helplessness in the billowing red dust. It's a little incompatible.

After a while, the flute seemed to have spirituality, and walked towards the harmony again.

Chapter 233 Love in the Rain (Ask for Collection, Tickets):/

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