In the spring of that year, Wen Tingmu, the eldest lady of Wenfu, took a carriage and went to Cheng'en Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings.

It was the season when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, the carriage went to the suburbs, there were few pedestrians, and it was difficult to get out of the door, so she didn't hold back to the clouds, let her open the curtains, and looked at the mountain scenery curiously.

Looking at it, Yun'er suddenly pointed not far away: "Miss, there is a person lying there!" ”

Wen looked at a young man dressed in white lying on the side of the road, most of his clothes dyed crimson with blood.

The girl's heart was the most kind, and she hurriedly motioned to the coachman to stop, and ordered the accompanying guards to go over and take a look.

The guard reported that it was a young man who had been seriously injured and had not yet died.

She ordered the guards to carry the boy into the car, thinking of going to Cheng'en Temple to find a doctor to help him take a look.

The boy was carried to the coachman, and only breath was left, but he wanted to lift the curtain and thank the benefactor first.

He lifted it suddenly, and Wen admired his face before he could put on the veil.

But in an instant, Hua Rongzhan picked up a pair of peach blossom eyes with a little frivolity: "I was rescued by the Yaochi Fairy?" ”

With a bit of ridicule in his words, Yun'er was so angry that he hurriedly raised his foot to kick him: "You disciple, my young lady is kind enough to save you, but you are so rude!" Get out of here, Miss won't save you! ”

Wen admired and was ashamed and angry, and quietly looked at him, but saw that this person was holding the car door tightly, and he didn't care that Yun'er kicked him, and the blood flowed onto the carriage, but a pair of peach blossom eyes were still staring at her, as if they were rippling the mountains and rivers in spring, and they were so affectionate.

She blushed and told the coachman to continue on her way.

This trip to Cheng'en Temple, although it was a blessing, but by the way to bring back a piece of kraft candy.

The man who suddenly appeared couldn't get rid of her, and clinged to her like a piece of kraft candy, and finally even went back to Wenfu with her, insisting on being a gardener in her yard.

Their fate began in the peach blossoms that bloomed in spring.

Later, in the garden of the Wen Mansion, she was studying, and he was making trouble.

She painted, and he insisted that she draw a picture of him.

She likes to wear red dresses, and he doesn't know where to get a few sets of red clothes, and he also wears them, and even jokes that they are like a couple who are about to visit the church. was so angry that she punched him with powder regardless of etiquette, but he gave her a ripe apricot, and her peach blossom eyes were so gentle that she couldn't speak.

When she played the kite, he held the sword and danced, and the elegance of his body aroused the frequent attention of the girl in the pavilion.

In her spare time, she loves to teach him to read and write.

He didn't like to read, so she used the good voice of Huang Ying out of the valley to reprimand him softly, as if she wanted to train him into a great talent.

He had to rely on her, sit with her under the peach blossom tree, watch her white and delicate fingers open the yellowed ancient books, and start teaching from the "Book of Songs".

“…… What do you want? Under the forest. ”

“…… Ask for it? Under the forest. ”

He read with her, but while she was reading, he quietly peeked at her delicate and dignified eyebrows.

She stared at the scroll, and her voice was graceful: "Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said." ”

"Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said."

The corners of her eyebrows and eyes are gentle, and her cheeks are a little red: "Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son." ”

He didn't follow the thought anymore, just stared at the side of her face, and subconsciously held her soft hand.

……

Hua Rongzhan slowly pushed open the door, and the dust on his face showed that this boudoir had not been inhabited for a long time.

He stepped over the threshold, and he knew every furnishing in the room.

This is the place where he has quietly come countless times at night, gazed at her sleeping face, and then quietly left.

His admiration loves to read, paint, and play the kite.

His admiration is the most talented lady in the world.

He thought about it, walked to the embroidery bed, and touched the soft curtain, which seemed to still have her fragrance on it.

He walked to the bookshelf again, his eyes slowly swept over the books, and he couldn't help but pull out the "Book of Songs" that she had taught him countless times, although he had not memorized a single one, but the agreement between the two was firmly imprinted in his mind.

"Life and death are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. ”

They have made an appointment to be white-headed together!

Bitterness and sourness welled up from the depths of his heart, and he put the book back on the shelf, and staggered to the window.

On the windowsill there is a pot of four seasons begonias, which are planted in a vermilion porcelain pot, and the pot body is engraved with the word "Mu".

It was his gift to her.

He stroked the begonia, as if it had not been watered for a long time, and the plant had withered.

Like withered admiration.

The dry peach blossom eyes can no longer flow liquid, leaving a full of sadness and nowhere to vent.

He raised his eyes, and the peach blossom trees in the distance were bare, and he didn't know when they would bloom again.

He vaguely remembered that under the peach blossom tree, Mu Mu happily told him to work hard, and then came to the door to propose, and she would always wait for him.

He solemnly agreed.

Mu Mu was so happy that he even stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin gently.

At that time, Mu Mu was regarded by him as a treasure, and he did not dare to invade in the slightest. Resisting the urge to kiss her on the lips, he watched her fly away like a butterfly with excitement.

His thoughts flew away, and he remembered how he pressed Mu Mu on the stone table in the pavilion on the mountainside in the Peach Blossom Mountain that year, and bullied her fiercely.

That was her first time.

She must be in pain.

Hua Rongzhan looked into the distance stupidly, and the southern skyline was far away.

——The southwest is the territory of the national teacher, let's go there to see the grass market in the southwest villages and towns, to see the majestic Nanduan Mountains, and to see the Nanban with all year rounds.

Without her promise, how can I honor it?

Without her, how can it be beautiful?

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze......

The smile on the corner of his lips became more and more bitter, obviously his heart was extremely painful, but those peach blossom eyes could no longer shed half a tear.

The cold wind howled, and a brocade slowly fell on the withered begonia flowers.

He subconsciously picked it up, and the handwriting on the brocade was graceful and gentle: "Death and life are broad, and Zicheng is talking, but the concubine's words are false." If the concubine returns safely, she should hold hands with the king. If the concubine goes to Huangquan first, I only hope that you can raise the child to grow up safely, and the concubine will die without regrets! ”

My mind went blank, and after a long time, only one word echoed in the middle:

Die without regrets......

Die without regrets!!

Grief was like a flood, and in the silence of the boudoir, the man's eyes were once again soaked with tears, and he clutched the embroidered handkerchief tightly, knelt on the ground, and wailed.

I don't know how long he cried, as if he felt something, he turned over the tear-stained handsome face, the carved wooden door of the boudoir was gently pushed open, and the beautiful woman in the red dress was dignified and quiet, standing in the looming light and shadow, looking at him with a smile.

He cried and laughed and stretched out his hand to her: "Mu Mu, are you here to pick me up and go to Huangquan?" With me by your side, you won't be alone! ”

The weak woman standing in the doorway twitched the corners of her mouth fiercely.

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