"Cousin, in this life, my heart locks and only loves my cousin, so my cousin is not allowed to fall in love with other big sisters?"

"Hmm!"

"Cousin, this is the big peach I embroidered, and when I see this big peach in the future, it means seeing me, you know?"

"Hmm!"

"Cousin, are you going to just say yes?"

"Hmm!"

"Cousin!" The dream, I remembered, was something that happened to Murong and Mu Xinsuo when they were children.

In fact, for so long, I have been puzzled why I often dream of this woman, Mu Xinsuo. What kind of relationship will I have with her?

"Subfish." "Hmm."

"Subfish." "Hmm."

"Subfish."

"Murong, what are you going to say?" I'm ashamed, it turns out that Murong also had such naïve times. I like it, though.

"Ziyu, don't leave me, never leave me." Murong suddenly came out of nowhere.

"I will never leave Murong." I lay on Murong's back and hugged Murong's neck tighter. It turned out that Murong was also a very insecure child.

"If I could, I would like to do this, carrying you all the way." Murong suddenly said this with emotion.

"I don't want it." I pouted, how could I bear to let Murong be so tired for me.

"Why?" Murong chuckled lightly and asked me stupidly.

"Murong, why are you so forgetful, I said it, I'm reluctant." I said anxiously.

"I'm old, and I don't have a good memory." Murong's tone was a little lonely.

"Nonsense." I disagreed: "Murong, you are only twenty-four this year, you are very young, and you are still a handsome young man." ”

"But you're only sixteen years old now, the same age as flowers."

"Ahh Why does it feel like Murong today, so strange.

"Murong, I am sixteen years old, but my mental age is about the same as yours. You can't talk about age. "You can't think of a way to leave me behind.

"Ziyu, I have a fiancée." Murong was carrying me behind his back, and I couldn't see the expression on Murong's face at the moment.

"I know, but I don't care." My tone was so firm that even if I cared, I would never say it.

"But, I care." There was a deep sadness in Murong's words.

"Murong, what's wrong with you today?" I was scared and asked, why, I had a bad premonition.

"Ziyu, do you know, some time ago, I wrote a letter to my father, wanting my father to dissolve my marriage with Xinxin. I want to give back the freedom of my heartstrings, and I want to give back my freedom. ”

"But, your father refused, didn't he?" I laughed indifferently.

"Yes." Murong's tone was full of guilt.

"As I said, as long as I can stay with you, I don't care about my status. So, please don't care about that, okay? ”

"Not good." Murong firmly promised: "Ziyu, believe me, you will be my only wife in this life." I will protect you for the rest of your life. ”

"Okay, Murong, I believe you." My heart is full of emotion, no matter how difficult the road will be in the future, I will accompany you to go on.

"Murong, no matter what happens in the future, please allow me to bear it with you, okay?"

Murong was silent for a while before he said slowly, "Okay." "Murong is willing to mention these things to me, and I am very happy. However, if Murong can take the initiative to tell me the story of him and Mu Xinsuo.

I think that on that day, Murong's heart was the real me, Han Ziyu. However, I am not in a hurry, I am willing to spend the rest of my life waiting for that day.

Being carried by Murong, my eyes looked everywhere from time to time. Looking at the green hills, looking at the streams, looking at the waterfalls, looking at the peach blossoms, looking at the wildflowers and weeds in the cracks of the stones.

also occasionally peeked at Murong, a perfect side like a stone carving.

At the top of the West Mountain, if you look at it from a distance, you can see an extremely tall silver wishing tree.

Countless red ribbons flutter on the wishing tree.

I know that on each ribbon, there is a couple who have made a promise to be together to the death.

After coming to the top of the mountain, Murong finally put me down.

At that time, there were still a few couples hanging ribbons.

On the left side of the wishing tree, there is also a delicate nanmu table, on which are placed a lot of red ribbons, a brown brush, ink treasure and other items.

In front of the Nanmu table, there was an old monk who was nearly sixty years old.

I pulled Murong's sleeve and whispered to Murong, "Murong, what is that old monk doing?" ”

Murong smiled mysteriously at me, leaned over, put it close to my ear, and whispered, "Cheating money." ”

"Ahh I couldn't believe that Murong could say such funny things.

"Ziyu, let's go and ask the old monk, how do you sell that?" Murong took my hand and walked forward.

"Okay." I don't know what Murong wants to do.

"Master, Mrs. Zai Xia and Mrs. want two ribbons." Murong changed his tone, and greeted the friendly old monk who lowered his head and pretended to sleep.

Madam, I secretly glanced at Murong, it turned out that Murong was panicked, and his face was not red and his heart was not beating.

It's like it's true.

"One tael of silver." The old monk said casually.

"Oh, it's cheap." Murong Meng regained his tone and said with a mocking smile.

When the old monk heard this, he looked up and saw that it was Murong, and there seemed to be a trace of nervousness in his eyes: "Master Murong, why are you here?" ”

"If you don't come down, how can you know that someone dares to charge on my Murong Chen's territory." Murong smiled coldly.

I was surprised and looked at Murong stupidly.

What's going on, this suburb of the West Mountain, is it all Murong's territory, this, this, Murong is the prince of Chu State, how can Dongfang Yu agree.

"Murong Gongzi spares his life, Lao Wei is just a temporary wealth obsession." The old monk pouted and knelt down in front of Murong.

The movement of the old monk kneeling was too loud, and several couples gathered around curiously when they heard this.

"A mistake is a mistake, I, Murong Chen, I can't afford a high saint like you, please do it." Murong's tone was indifferent without a trace of emotion.

"What's going on?" A woman who didn't know what was going on asked the man next to her in a low voice.

"This old master carried Murong Gongzi behind his back, and actually put away the black money." The man patiently explained to the woman.

"What does it take black money?" The woman asked stupidly.

"These ribbons were given by Murong Gongzi for free to us lovers, but I didn't expect this old master, greedy for profits, to hide from Murong Gongzi and collect money from us."

"Phew." The woman spat out a mouthful of saliva and scolded, "How can there be such a high saint. ”

"What a high saint, it's just an old monk who cheats people out of money." A young girl next to the woman said with disdain in her eyes.

When the girl's eyes turned to Murong, the girl said with an obsessive face: "It's still our Murong Gongzi who is wise." ”

"Ahem." The young man next to the girl coughed in embarrassment. When the girl heard this, she smiled happily and said to the young man, "You are also very wise. ”

After the old monk left in embarrassment, several couples seemed to have made an appointment and left the top of the mountain together. At this moment, on the top of the huge mountain, only Murong Chen and I were left.

I looked up at Murong Chen and asked with a smile: "Murong, what do you want to write, I'll write it for you!" ”

Murong Chen looked at me, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he said with a half-light smile: "May my wife fish be happy forever." ”

"Ahh I looked at Murong Chen, stunned for a while, and then came back to my senses, happily picked up the brush, and wrote down the eight big characters with beautiful pen and ink: May my wife and fish be happy forever!

After I finished writing, I happily handed it to Murong Chen: "Murong, this is yours, you take it." ”

Murong Chen took the red ribbon I wrote, smiled dotingly, and said, "Okay." After bringing the silk to Murong Chen, I quickly turned around and went to write my share.

"May my husband Murong live happily and long and accompany Ziyu forever." As I swiped my pen and ink, I had words in my mouth. After I put down the brush, Murong smiled and asked, "Is it finished?" ”

"Uh-huh, alright." I nodded happily, shook the written ribbon in front of Murong Chen's eyes, and shook it.

Murong Chen took it with a chuckle and said in a low voice, "Ziyu, then I'll hang it up." ”

When I handed the ribbon in my hand to Murong, I didn't forget to warn Murong Chen: "Murong, you are not allowed to use light gong when hanging." ”

"Okay." Murong Chen rarely knocked my head with his hand.

I followed Murong Chen step by step and came to the bottom of the wishing tree. Looking up at Murong Chen slowly climbing up the stairs on the wishing tree, the smile on my face was full of happiness. If the husband is like this, what can you ask for in this life.

"Murong, slow down." Looking at Murong Chen's somewhat shaky body, I reminded worriedly.

"Yes, ma'am." Murong Chen glanced back at me with a satisfied smile. When Murong climbed to the top of the stairs, he carefully tied the two ribbons to the wishing tree one after another.

The breeze shook the ribbons of the trees, blowing the loose sleeves of Murong's clothes, and touching the green silk fluttering in the wind.

It's beautiful. It's really beautiful.

Under the wishing tree, Murong Chen and I sat next to each other, he looked at me, and his tone was soft as if he could drip water: "Ziyu, you will live in Murong Mansion in the future, accompany me, don't go anywhere, okay?" ”

I lowered my head slightly, biting my fingers and not speaking. Actually, I was very happy in my heart, but I just wanted to make Murong anxious, anxious.

Murong Chen saw that I didn't speak, and when he was half-loud, his thin lips popped out a very casual sentence: "Since you don't want to, then forget it." ”

"If you don't want to, forget it." I glared at Murong Chen fiercely, how could he be so undisciplined, he didn't know what persistence was.

When Murong Chen heard my angry words, the corners of his lips slightly hooked up a calculating arc, and he looked at me and smiled: "So, Ziyu just agreed." ”

"Hmm." I put on a reluctant face. I hated it, and it was calculated.

Murong Chen suddenly approached my face and teased with a smile: "Madam is angry." ”