Song Yusui looked at Chun'er with both eyes, and sighed nervously, but Biru next to her had the same expression as Song Yusui and roughly guessed.

He Weizhi sat down again, Xue Mozhi gently pulled her skirt, leaning on the fence leisurely, He Weizhi nodded weakly in response, waved his sleeves restlessly, and then left with a smug smile.

He Weizhi Xu walked into the room in one step, Song Yuqiu pushed Chun'er away with trembling fingers and turned back, Chun'er couldn't cry anymore. Song Yuqiu said: "Do you know Song Yuqiu's heart?" She looked up, tears in her eyes. She said, "Yes." Song Yuxuan asked again: "Why?" Even if she was blindfolded, Xue Mozhi's repeated threats couldn't be eliminated in her heart, and besides, it affected her even more.

Xue Mozhi pinched his fingers, He Weizhi's handle was just known and rejected by Chun'er, He Weizhi avoided answering, just let himself struggle and entanglement in his heart.

Song Yusui sent Biru back ten steps away, stared at Chun'er's blurred teary eyes and said, "Chun'er, you just saluted Song Yusui with one word: "You and Teacher He..."

Chun'er lowered her eyebrows and cried, and Song Yuqiu only acquiesced to Song Yuqiu's words. She is Song Yuqiu's sister and Song Yuxuan's beloved wife. But she stayed by Song Yuqiu's side for more than three years and refused to leave. She is the lover in Song Yuqiu's heart and the concern in Song Yuqiu's heart. I am even more afraid that the two of them will see each other day and night, and the fact that it has been cloudy and rainy will be known by the time, and the crime of seducing the palace maid and defiling the harem will definitely not keep the intact corpse.

"Why are you so stupid?" Chun'er cried. Her tears dripped into Song Yuqiu's eyes like pearls with broken threads. Chun'er cried so sadly, painfully, and sadly, it was unbearable! "Why? Song Yuxuan sighed softly, facing Chun'er's tears like a thousand mountains and snow, and the accusation was choked in his throat and unable to speak.

She grabbed Song Yuqiu's hand tightly and said, "You have to save Mr. Save." Please, you have saved Mr. Save! ”

She took Song Yuqiu's hand and kept repeating the words one after another, and the sharp force almost broke Song Yuqiu's hand bones, as if Song Yuqiu was her last straw.

Song Yusui persuaded Chun'er in a mess, and her heart was also in turmoil, Biru slowly followed Song Yuqiu, Song Yusui regained a little calm, pulled a wooden branch casually, and said to Chun'er with a cold face: "Song Yusui and you don't come to Xingyuntang today, if the person next to you listens to something, then Song Yusui will let you speak!" ”

"Slaves and maids must abide by their duties," Bi Ru bowed and kowtowed, and said slowly, "Just to remind the masters that Xue Xuanzhi has now met God to kill God, and God has killed God, she has not even taken life and death to heart, and the masters must pay attention." ”

The demon barrier in Xue Mozhi's heart doesn't know who to stimulate, just like a moth to a fire, knowing that she is dead and alive, she has to pounce on her, who she has deceived all her life, for fear that she will be the only one left.

I deeply blamed myself for doing a good job that day, with a temper like atonement. He Weizhi had a relationship with Ye Jingchun. If you want to keep He Weizhi, you must pull Xue Mozhi back to you. If Xue Mozhi can get it from He Weizhi, then He Weizhi's life will also be guaranteed. However, it was necessary to strike first to get Xue Mozhi to hand over that thing.

Because everything starts from Danqing, it also ends with Danqing.

Every three or five days, we have lunch, the inner servant passes the edict, and the king drives a thousand silk to live there. This is a rare opportunity for him to point me in the maze and direction. Song Yuxuan thought, there must be no mistakes today! Just as he was thinking about it, the eunuch sent a person. The man was small and had gray hair. Song Yuqiu was not nervous, only made a visit from an ordinary friend, gave a generous gift first, welcomed him out, and asked casually: "Song Yingche doesn't need to review the excerpts in the Zhenguan Hall today, right?" ”

He took Song Yuqiu's hand and eye but passed through Song Yuqiu's body, and fell straight onto a cluster of autumn hibiscus at home, Song Yuqiu followed his line of sight and said: "This flower has been flowering for a long time, and it has not been defeated after three or two days!" ”

He smiled but did not answer, and when he saw that the table had not yet been tidied up, he said, "I haven't eaten enough lunch, and I need to take a few more bites after reading these dishes!" He brought the dishes in the bowl to him and said to Song Yuqiu, "Is this the dish you made?" Song Yuxuan nodded. He continued, "Do you know what your favorite dish is?" He sat up and was about to pick up the dishes with Song Yuqiu's chopsticks, Song Yuqiu intercepted his chopsticks and said: "The chopsticks used by the concubine just now, Song Yingche should have a new pair of chopsticks, and this table full of dishes can only be used by Song Yingche after the waiter has tried the poison, let's eat dim sum first!" ”

Song Yuxuan wanted to greet the waiter and go in, but heard the waiter's impatient excuse: "The rules are too troublesome!" "What's bothering Song Yuqiu?" Song Yuxuan said as he walked towards the house. He came out of the study and asked Song Yuqiu in the mirror: "Look, Song Yuxuan's hair has grown white!" When he said this, he looked a little like a child, and he chuckled unconsciously.

After dinner, he went to the bookshelf to pick up books, but Song Yuqiu spread the rice paper on the painting case, and it caught his attention not long after he put down the pen. Song Yuxuan was fascinated and hurriedly said, "How do you paint?" "Is your drawing good?" He asked with a smile. Song Yuxuan replied: "Not bad! Very tasteful. "Why? Song Yuxuan ignored the undried ink, raised her wide sleeves to cover the painting, and said shyly: "The concubine is not good-looking. ”

Song Yusui just hooked a rough idea, three or two hibiscus and rippling water in the shallow lotus pond were hooked with traces of three or three, he turned to Song Yusui and smiled: "Aren't you addicted to painting lotus these days?" ”

When he pointed out the painting scroll on Shouning and the banquet, Song Yuqiu gently pushed him away and feigned anger: "The concubine loves to paint lotus, what should I do?" Didn't Song Yingche still say okay that day? ”

"Well, it's good," he said, adding a few strokes to the side, "but it's still bad, I've never spoken to you that day." ”

He gently held Song Yuxuan's hands and dipped them in water with thick ink to add a touch of gentle color to the rice paper. "I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night is suspected to be frost on the ground. "He's talking about Song Yuxuan's poems. His poems have a warm and ethereal temperament. Song Yuxuan knew. In the fragrance of clothes, in a trance, in the snow of Xiyuan that day, he held Song Yuqiu's hands, clenched a plum branch and slowly wrote "Spring is late".

It's an early spring with the afterglow of winter, but now it's the beginning of autumn with the aftertaste of summer. Outside the window, a quiet courtyard, melodious birdsong, branches lying across the palace wall, early autumn, no? "When is the spring flower and autumn moon? Do you remember, when you first set out in the green? It's the late spring of March, and it's ......" a song "Peach Blossom Rain" expresses the mood and feelings at that time. In Song Yuxuan's memory. What Huang Huaye fades into view seems to be a beautiful picture.

lost his mind in an instant, if he could stay with him for a lifetime, he would have no regrets in this life. In this way, it has gone through spring, summer, autumn and winter. He is Song Yuqiu's mentor and friend. Song Yuqiu likes to read his books, and he is a good friend of Song Yuqiu. There is a shadow of Song Yusui in his writings, and there is a figure of Song Yusui in his life. He is Song Yuxuan's husband. Cooking tea in spring, swimming in the lake in summer, climbing in autumn, and clearing snow in winter seem to be ordinary couples in the world.

Husband and wife, Song Yuxuan both want to be married to that man. However, when Song Yuqiu stepped into their lives, they found an unacceptable fact: their marriage was no longer happy, and even came to an end. He/she is a man! However, when his side head appeared in front of Song Yuqiu, Song Yuqiu couldn't connect him with his silhouette. The inner struggle that could not be broken away from the demonic obstacle appeared again, and all the good things were like flowers in the mirror, which were suddenly extinguished.

Then, in the future, Song Yuxuan will teach you medical theory!

That day, Shen Weizhi said to Song Yuqiu very calmly, and then he abandoned Song Yuqiu first.

It was a wise move for him to leave Song Yusui behind, and he didn't measure himself, just like Song Yusui, he almost drove him to death, and he had to give Lu Zhaorong a secret recipe in exchange for his peace.

His eyes are as pure as glass, and he has not been stained with any distracting thoughts from beginning to end, just like he is open-minded for Song Yuxuan, but Song Yuxuan can't.

The hand holding the pen couldn't help but tremble, Song Yingche held Song Yuqiu's hands in vain, without too much strength, he was caught off guard, so he had to let the pen dip in ink and splash out.

The ink splashed on the skirt, but Song Yuqiu sank down until Song Yingche leaned down to wipe Song Yuqiu's clothes. “”…… Why are you so pitiful? Why did you treat Song Yuqiu like this? Song Yuxuan is really pitiful!" Why are you so pitiful? Song Yuxuan is really pitiful!" This is a woman's story. , then I suddenly remembered that I was living in the same room with my husband at the moment, and I couldn't help but think about it even more.

Song Yuxuan hurriedly wanted to take the silk silk out of his hand, but he didn't want to let go, so the two of them held the same silk silk with their hands overlapped and did the same movement repeatedly.

He half-knelt on the ground and said mockingly, "You must always dip the ink in your clothes, and never wear light-colored clothes again!" ”

Song Yuqiu's face turned red, and she was suddenly reminded by this sentence, remembering the most important thing, she said in the same joking tone: "Isn't this the most fierce one?" In June last year, Song Yuxuan in Xingyuntang knocked over a Yunshui inkstone, full skirt ink, fortunately the painter did not come, so Song Yuxuan escaped. ”

This sentence was originally unintentionally said to Song Yingche in Xiyuan, and Song Yingche didn't pay much attention to it. Because he is a very strict person, he does not allow any negligence or overstepping. Later, Song Yuxuan learned that he was always very serious when he took care of the housework for his children. Now Song Yuxuan is more point-to-point, and he can't omit it.

Sure enough, he frowned and glanced at Song Yuqiu, who did his best to show a concentrated look and looked at him. "You're good at drawing!" He said. "Yes, yes." Song Yuxuan smiled and nodded. He continued: "This is the most satisfying painting of Song Yuqiu. "Why? The leisure is completely hidden, indifferent like a person who rejects people thousands of miles away, Song Yuxuan does not dare to avoid it, at this moment, he only needs to avoid Song Yuxuan and lose half of the sky. After a long time, he first looked away, picked up the pen again, and said with a straight face: "It's a pity that the painting was ruined by the spilled ink." ”