The clouds are flying, the stars are changing, the fog is resting, the flowers are blooming, and the time of nine years seems to be just a blink of an eye.

This time, Mo Yuan'er surprisingly did not forget her birthday, because in ancient times, fifteen years old was of great significance to a girl.

Fifteen years old means that a woman is an adult and can talk about marriage.

Jin'er frowned, this is too early, I should really teleport the junior high school homeroom teacher here to tell them...... Early love is harmful to the body and mind!

But she wasn't worried, in this Qingxiao Garden, which was equivalent to being isolated from the world, except for the time when she fell into the water, she suddenly saw a group of men, if there was any more people of the opposite sex, most of them should be aliens, and she wouldn't go out, no matter how thin the door to the palace was, she never thought of pushing it open.

Mo Yuan'er solemnly held a ceremony for her.

Although it was solemn, because of the limited conditions, it was impossible to invite people to participate in the ceremony, so Mo Yuaner personally served as the guest of honor, and Jiang Ma made a guest appearance as a participant. The first skirt and the curly coat were all sewn by Mo Yuaner.

Jin'er saw that her needlework was not much better than herself, and Sanjia's long-sleeved dress had to be saved because she was not capable enough.

Dismantle the bun and shawl the hair. Mo Yuan'er read softly: "On the auspicious day of the month, the first Canadian yuan is served." Abandon your young ambitions, and become virtuous. Shou Kao Weiqi, Jieer Jingfu. ”

The wooden comb is gently combed through the ends of the hair. At this moment, Jin'er's nose was a little sour.

Tie your hair in a bun and tie it with a mahogany hairpin.

When she bowed, she quietly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Because there was no hairpin, I was going to do it like this, but Jiang's mother handed over a silver hairpin.

Mo Yuan'er hesitated for a moment, silently answered, let Jin'er sit facing Dongzheng, and read in her mouth: "Jiyue Lingchen, Nai Shen'er suit." Respect for the majesty, the grace of the soot. Eyebrows live for 10,000 years, and will always be blessed by Hu. ”

For some reason, her voice trembled slightly.

In addition to the hairpin, the hairpin is a silver hairpin.

Mo Yuan'er lost her mind for a long time, and seemed to say to herself: "If only your father could see ......"

She sighed and whispered the Sanga greetings.

"With the right of the year, with the order of the month, the salty gar is served. Brothers are there, in order to become a virtue. The astragalus is boundless, and it is celebrated by the sky. ”

When Su Jinling got up after three bows, she saw that Jiang's mother's eyes were red.

Water is the wine, and the right is the sacrifice.

And so it ends.

She was dressed so formally, sitting on the edge of the bed with some restraint.

This grows up? She rubbed the corners of her cotton clothes, and touched the silver hairpin on her head, she couldn't help but think of Su Linglong, how spectacular was her last year's ceremony? It's been twelve years since I thought about it, what would she be like now? I remember that although Su Linglong was rude and willful when she was a child, she was also a cute little girl, and her big eyes were especially clever. Although Zhang Wanbai is always coated with thick fat powder, she should be a beauty when she looks at her figure, and the prince......

On this day, Mo Yuan'er stood by the door for another afternoon.

Nine years of time don't seem to have left half a trace on her, but there is a little more dignified gray, but it is more charming. For the first time in nine years, she has been teaching her own dance again.

The daughter's courtesy should have been the presence of both parents......

Let her indulge in the sweetness she once had again, as long as she can find a moment of pleasure.

Mo Yuan'er seemed to feel her gaze and turned her head.

The evening glow reflected on her cheeks with the snow, sacred and moving.

"Jin'er is fifteen years old."

"Hmm." She lowered her head and chuckled, secretly saying in her heart that she would catch up with the age of her previous life in three years.

Mo Yuan'er smiled suddenly, as if the snow was blown off the treetops by the wind.

Jin'er inexplicably felt that the snow seemed to fall on her heart, soaked in cold.

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It's late spring again, and it's raining again.

Like a happy bird, Jin'er ran to the misty pond and accidentally kicked off the pebbles on the shore, breaking the calm water.

The ripples rippled layer by layer, gradually flattening and stopping, and reassembling a girl's face.

is still slightly emaciated, so the pair of black eyes embedded in the face of the fine Qiong melon seeds are particularly conspicuous. The most eye-catching thing is this pair of eyes, black eyes like ink and stars, always like wrapped in mist, like cold and warm, like hard and soft, like laughing and angry. The black eyelashes are like ink, slender and thick, and when the eyes are lifted lightly, the butterfly wings perched on the petals flutter slightly.

The starry eyes turned slightly, and the eye waves flowed from the slightly raised tail of the eye, just like the sparkling waves of the lake in the morning light.

The eyebrows are like ink paintings, which have both the softness of willow leaves and the handsomeness of sword eyebrows, which makes this face a little cold and glamorous, which is different from Mo Kite'er's extreme softness.

If you only look at this straight and slender nose, there is no need to question whether she is from the Su family's bloodline, and her lips are completely inherited from Mo Yuan'er's delicacy, not self-red, as delicate as petals.

Picking up a lock of long hair on his chest and throwing it behind him, just such a casual small movement is also graceful and moving, and it is a poem and a painting.

She was facing the water and made her hair into a simple bun. The slender arms are light, and the waist is as thin as a wisp. The morning breeze blows through the slightly loose clothes, outlining the posture.

After dressing up, she sat on the shore as usual, bent her legs, folded her arms to her chest, and gazed at the beautiful scenery in front of her.

But after a while, the golden mist gradually darkened. I saw that the clear blue sky was also covered with heavy gray, and slowly rolled into a deep or light black, and even the fog became heavy.

There is a lot of rain this year, and every time it rains, the thunder rolls out, and when there is a shocking noise, Mo Yuan'er always hugs herself, shivering, I really can't imagine that she is afraid of thunder so much.

At this moment, there was already a muffled sound coming from afar.

Jin'er sighed, got up and ran towards the cabin.

As soon as they arrived at the door, they saw a person who looked like a eunuch hurrying over, and when they looked closely, they saw that it was the complete child who sent their mother and daughter to Qingxiao Garden fifteen years ago.

He has gained a lot of weight now, but judging by the light and soft material of the robe, it should be very important now.

Seeing her, he seemed to be taken aback, looked up and down, narrowed his eyes that were getting smaller because of fat, and gave a respectful salute: "I have said hello to the little master." ”

Master? I?

Jin'er looked around...... It was empty, and she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly, and her face was suspicious.

Quan'er nodded with a smile.

The thunder was still far away, but Jin'er was hit and couldn't help but look at the sky. I was so focused on it that I forgot to see which way the sun was rising today.

"Little master, go with our family now."

"Where?"

"Lian Yuetang."

Jin'er asked.

Quan'er has been looking at the master's face for the past thirty years, how can she not understand what she is thinking? It's just that he won't tell the truth at the moment, you are the one who was relegated to this Qingxiao Garden. So he said in a slow voice: "The little master naturally understands when he goes." ”

But whenever the routine is broken, it is inevitable that people will be a little panicked, Jin'er doesn't understand how the celebrity next to the prince suddenly appeared here, and he wants to take himself away, what kind of conspiracy do they have?

The sky was dark, thunder roared in the distance, and lightning had broken through the clouds, everything seemed to indicate some kind of ominousness.

"Squeak ......"

The wooden door suddenly opened, and Mo Yuan'er stood at the door, and the wind rolling on the flat ground blew her clothes fluttering.

Her complexion is calm, but her eyes seem to reflect lightning in the sky, making her look poignant and resolute at this moment.

"Go ahead."

"I ......"

"It's going to rain."

Mo Yuan'er's eyes moved to the sky, but she didn't seem to see the storm coming.

A swallow slashed across her, drawing her gaze.

"When a bird has wings, it is free. Man has no wings, only a heart, and the heart can fly high and far without wings. She looked at Jin'er, her expression was slightly confused because of the darkening sky: "Go, my mother is waiting for you here!" ”

After finishing speaking, he stopped looking at her, and his eyes continued to be empty, as if looking for the figure of the swallow.

Jin'er vaguely felt that her words had a deep meaning, but she couldn't understand it for a while, so she only responded in a low voice, and went with Quan'er, but she was worried that it was best to go early and return early, because the thunder was approaching, and she was worried that Mo Yuan'er would be afraid......

Push open the thin door leading to the palace, and gently close it again. A strange feeling suddenly welled up in Jin'er's heart, as if she would never go back after coming out this time. The door not only covered the desolation of Qingxiao Garden, but also covered her simple and transparent fifteen years.

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In front of a faction of prosperity, the garden is confined to the tower, the magnificent and magnificent, the corridor and pavilion, the staggered and caused, the red window orchid, the exquisite into the painting, the green tree garden flowers, the lush fragrance, the curved bridge and flowing water, contrast with each other.

She followed the path she had come from fifteen years ago, her eyes swept the delicacy around her, half amazed and half strange, like a dream for a while, and her soul was charming.

I can't remember passing through a few corridors, I can't remember stepping through a few hanging flower doors, and the unadorned cloth shoes fell on the bluestone slabs with patterns and carvings silently and dustlessly.

"Little master, please stay." All of them whispered slowly.

She came back to her senses, but found herself standing in front of a gorgeous house, with three golden characters of "Lian Yue Tang" embedded on the plaque on the door beam.

The dark silver-red screen window was open, and a rich fragrance wafted from it, which was a fragrance different from that of flowers and plants, as if it carried a woman's delicate smile.

Quan'er went out again in a blink of an eye, and said softly: "Little master, the prince and princess are invited." ”

This "please" makes people tremble a little, people who have not seen each other for many years, when they see it, they will look at them angrily and hate that they can't get rid of them, and the people who are quick to "invite" themselves, is it a weasel to give a New Year's greeting to the chicken?

She hesitated for a moment, then finally stepped over the high mahogany threshold at the urging of Quan'er.

When I entered the door, the aroma was even stronger, and I almost wanted to push people down.

She half-bowed her head, but her eyes swept the shoes that were fanned out nearby, silently counting "one, two, three......

A total of fourteen pairs of shoes.

She looked at a pair of colored summer shoes in front of her, and the color and size should be that prince Su Jianglie.