An Zhongyi's expression was slightly gloomy, but he was not aggressive, he just smiled: "It's just a joke, Chu Yue doesn't have to take it seriously." Gu Chuyue pursed her lips and stuffed another fruit, slowly sipping the taste of the fruit, letting the slight acidity of the soft flesh spread between her lips and teeth, instead of swallowing it directly,

"What is this?"

"Dried fruit made of wax cherry blossoms, this fruit only grows in Luoyang, I looked at it rare, so I brought back a bag." finished, An Zhongyi added another sentence,

"Isn't it delicious?" Because of the special variety of wax cherry, it is difficult to plant, and the fruit is scarce every year.

Gu Chuyue seemed to have discovered a new continent, pinched one, and looked at it carefully,

"I've only eaten red dried cherries, which are very sweet, and I haven't heard of wax cherry blossoms." When it came to eating, the girl's whole body seemed to be glowing.

An Zhongyi smiled, her eyes were bright and doting, and she couldn't help but rub the corners of the girl's forehead.

After rubbing, I found that I seemed to have exceeded the rules, and raised my eyebrows with some chagrin,

"I'm sorry, I'm used to rubbing Yijing before." Because she was used to being kneaded by her brothers in modern times, and she had delicious and strange fruits in her hands, Gu Chuyue continued to eat dried wax cherry blossoms without care, obviously not taking this matter to heart.

An Zhongyi saw that the girl took off the thorns of her guard as soon as she touched the food, and she also relaxed, feeling that the rush of the past few days had not been in vain.

The girl lowered her head, the fruit pinched by her moist and pink fingertips, the butterfly-like eyelashes were thick and curled, and she held two pools of autumn water, rippling with agility and innocence.

Begonias are budding, and people can't help but watch. An Zhongyi, who has always had a clear goal, was puzzled by the delusions that arose in his mind.

The peach blossom eyes are slightly hooked, tilting his head and smiling, and his face is like a crown of jade. This is more deceptive than a sudden delusion.

The room was quiet, Gu Chuyue ate the wax cherry fruit in the oil bag, until her teeth were a little sore, and then she reluctantly raised her head.

An Zhongyi smiled, buckled the table, waited outside the house for the tip of the second ear, pushed the door in,

"The two guest officers have been waiting for a long time." Open the lid and pour the rose sauce with amber honey and pour it over the triangular taro.

With a slight stroke of the silver spoon, the soft taro was cut open. The piled up of honey rose sauce along the edges, covering the lilac taro, fell into the spoon, and kept dripping with honey syrup.

Gu Chuyue had no choice but to continue to eat on the plate. But the honey is too thick. I didn't have time to stuff it all into my mouth, so I rubbed it on the red lip flap, opening and closing, like a crystal osmanthus cake poured with honey.

Seeing her like this, An Zhongyi couldn't help laughing. provoked the girl opposite to be ashamed and angry, but she laughed even more happily.

The capital in late winter is always dark so early, the glass lamp outside the window lattice is swaying, and the thin long spikes are brushed on the peach blossom paper, like a love affair, unwilling to shake with the wind.

An Zhongyi sent the person to the door, led the horse with one hand, sent the person to the carriage, and advised: "Go back quickly, don't be greedy and stay outside, lest the old man caries." Gu Chuyue stood on the stairs, her watery apricot eyes drooping, reflecting the mottled lanterns, gathered into stars and sprinkled them.

Holding half a bag of wax cherry blossoms in his hand, his voice was very soft: "Brother Zhongyi is too, hurry back to the house." Then he got into the carriage.

An Zhongyi raised his chin slightly, and it was not until the carriage walked away that he reacted, smiling arbitrarily, and his peach blossom eyes reflected the figures in the distance.

Hurry up for more than ten days, in exchange for the girl's brother, it is not a loss. Not far away, Shunxiangzhai attic, two windows are wide open, and the snow wind is howling.

The woman was dressed in thin clothes, still standing in front of the window, her gorgeous flying fairy hair bun was messy by the wind, and she was still like a fairy with ice muscles and jade bones.

The maid beside her couldn't help but say, "Girl, let's go in too, the wind at the window is too strong, if it blows down, what if you get sick?" "In the distance, on the street, the young man rode a horse, hunting in his clothes, and had already walked away, but it was not the way home.

Instead, he stepped on the wheel prints that had been covered by footprints, and slowly shook the reins, which caused many girls to look back frequently.

As wanton and chic as the first sight, but that day was the spring breeze in the peach forest, and there was no trace of heavy snow today.

This fruitless absurdity can only be hidden, not not. Qianying faintly retracted his gaze, and his always calm appearance added a little hazy and confused,

"Let's go inside."

"Yes." The snow was not until midnight, and the palace was covered in silver and exceptionally quiet. The lanterns shine brightly for thousands of miles, and the brightly colored palace lanterns sway in the wind on the snowy earth, and the layers of snow particles cover the countless messy marks.

The curtain is lifted lightly,

"Southern Commander, go slowly." After the eunuch's flattering voice, it was the man's ear that said, "Thank you." "The boots on the snow are the creaking of the night that slowly grinds at the ears.

As soon as he raised his eyes, through the crystal snowflakes on his eyelashes, he was a man in a gray fox fur robe. Under the palace lamp, the man's appearance is clear, and the palace maid who provokes the night watch frequently pays attention.

The man's bones are light and delicate, with a pair of smoky eyes, the inner corners of the eyes are sharp but slightly hooked, even if he is not smiling, the crescent moon is bent, it is still gentle like the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, and the corners of the lips are flat and distinct, but it adds a little melancholy and sorrow.

It's a pity that the bottom of the smokey eyes is not a charming gentle country, but an inexhaustible deep haze, dangerous rebellion and indifference.

Of course, it was so well hidden that no one could see it. It is the commander of the three thousand royal forest troops in the palace, known as the jade-faced Langjun Nanronghe.

"Chong Guan is angry and red-faced, and the lord of the pavilion is so romantic." Yan Wenyi glanced at him lightly, and said slowly: "The forbidden army was on duty last night, and the family members of high-ranking officials died, and the southern commander can still laugh with people, which is also a good idea." Nan Ronghe chuckled: "Who is the murderer, the master of the Yan Pavilion wants to know better than someone in Nan, but I don't know if Sister Gu knows it or not." Yan Wen fiddling with his fingers was slightly stunned, the news of the noble girl circle in the capital spread very fast, and the girl was afraid to know it now.

Tut. Nan Ronghe continued to say slowly: "Zhang Jing had a relationship with the two confidants of the Pavilion Master before he died, and the Pavilion Master's body is fishy, and it can't be erased if I think about it. Yan Wen flicked the wrench in his hand, and let out a mocking sneer from his throat,

"I heard that Zhang Jing once intended to marry the eldest princess, but this time he misstepped, so he had to give up, but I don't know if the southern commander was stained with fishy?" Nanrong and did not answer, just in time, a eunuch came out,

"Young Master Yan, Your Majesty is waiting for you inside." Yan Wen snorted and laughed, and followed the lead in. Nan Ronghe was holding his coat and holding a paper umbrella, the night was getting deeper, the wind and snow were aggravated, and after a while, he was covered with a layer of snow quilt.

Passing by the Imperial Garden, passing through the vermilion corridor, the palace lamps are dyed with a faint glow. Not far away, there was a sweet smile from the girl.

The silver bell is as crisp as a sound, pleasant to the ear, making people's hearts ripple, willing to build a fantasy for Zhuang Zhou, and turn into a dream butterfly.

Approaching the laughter, the rustling is fading away. Nanrong saw the familiar figure, stood still, and called softly: "Her Royal Highness the Princess." "Friendly reminder: Please turn off the reading mode or the reading mode, otherwise you may not be able to read normally.

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