Seeing Song Yizhi turn around and walk towards the room where she lived before, Rong Yueyuan reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Song Yizhi stopped and turned around, and when he saw the look on Rong Yueyuan's face, he immediately reacted.

They are now Taoist couples, and it is indeed inappropriate for each to go back to his own house.

But, how could the naughty little girl be honest, she asked knowingly, "What's wrong?" ”

Rong Yueyuan said bluntly, "Do you want to sleep in a separate room with me?" ”

Facing Rong Yueyuan's straightforwardness, Song Yizhi was surprised for a moment, and then his eyebrows curled and he spoke, "Ah, I forgot." ”

Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi so fixedly, as if he was condemning her with his eyes.

Song Yizhi's wrist moved, and after breaking free from his wrist, he grabbed Rong Yueyuan's hand, and pulled the man up with a slight force, "Not next time." ”

Seeing that Song Yizhi had a good attitude, Rong Yueyuan didn't say anything, and he followed Song Yizhi back to the house.

When you open the door, you will see the outrageously simple furnishings.

Song Yizhi didn't feel anything, she walked straight towards the bed.

Rong Yueyuan stretched out his hand to circle Song Yizhi's wrist and pulled the person back.

Suddenly, I felt that the residence I had lived in for many years was a bit shabby.

It's okay to live in this place by yourself, but Zhizhi lives in, no, it's too wronged for her.

"What's wrong?" Song Yizhi looked at Rong Yueyuan and asked inexplicably.

Rong Yueyuan said, "I'll rearrange the room. ”

Song Yizhi was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I don't dislike it." ”

"I know." Rong Yueyuan raised his hand and put it on Song Yizhi's shoulder, "But I can't wronged you, you go outside to see the fields, I'll go out." ”

It's her business not to pick and dislike it, but if she thinks so, it's a problem with her thinking.

In short, I am reluctant to be wronged.

"Hey, hey, don't go yet." Song Yizhi grabbed Rong Yueyuan, and then looked around, "I think this is pretty good." ”

"Okay?" Rong Yueyuan asked rhetorically, then looked around at the furnishings in the house and said, "Bamboo house, burrow." ”

A bed, a cabinet, a few bookshelves, a table, except for these few pieces of furniture, there is no other decoration, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the four walls of the house are empty.

Song Yizhi was amused by Rong Yueyuan's serious appearance, but the feeling of being valued made her heart warm.

Song Yizhi suddenly stood on tiptoe and got closer, and asked with a smile, "Then how are you going to arrange it?" ”

"What do you like?" Rong Yueyuan asked.

"Anyway, it's not too late at this point, let's go shopping, decorate the house!" Song Yizhi said.

Rong Yueyuan bowed his head, and then took Song Yizhi down the mountain.

The two of them moved quickly, and they returned in about an hour.

Song Yizhi commanded Rong Yueyuan and decorated the room as much as possible to the way that both of them liked.

The main house was enlarged a little, and was divided into the outer house and the inner house by Song Yizhi, the bamboo curtain separated the outer house from the inner room, and a screen with a pine crane figure was placed at the entrance, and an arc-shaped Bogu frame was placed behind the screen, and several white celadon vases were placed on the shelves.

The cabinet in the back room became a large cabinet, and a dresser was placed on the side of the bed.

There were a few in the outer and inner rooms of the bookshelves, but each one had a few more useless decorations.

There were also one or two calligraphy and paintings hanging on the empty wall, and those calligraphy and paintings were definitely not made by Rong Yueyuan, which Song Yizhi had snatched from his own family.

Looking at the renovated room, Rong Yueyuan walked to the futon and sat cross-legged to meditate.

The position of meditation is on the right side of the bed, and Song Yizhi, who is lying on the bed, can see the meditating man as soon as he looks up.

Song Yizhi rolled around on the bed a few times, and then rolled up the quilt and didn't move.

Who would have thought that one day he and Rong Yueyuan would buy furniture to decorate the house.

If I had told myself about this a year ago, I would have thought it was crazy at that time.

Retracting his thoughts, Song Yizhi looked at the fairly simple room and nodded with satisfaction.

Immediately, her gaze fell on Rong Yueyuan.

The man in the purple robe of the twilight mountain had half-curled hair, and there was only a white hosta between his hair, which weakened some of the coldness and made him look more warm.

Rong Yueyuan barely wore white and black, he had a lot of various clothes, and he wore every one... It's very beautiful!

Looking at Rong Yueyuan's porcelain-white face, Song Yizhi stretched out his hand from the quilt and rubbed his chin.

What would Rong Yueyuan look like if she wore red? It really doesn't work, and white clothes are fine.

If Rong Yueyuan opened his eyes, he could see his wife's ill-intentioned appearance at a glance.

Next.

Rong Yueyuan finished pranayama, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Song Yizhi lying on the bed and falling asleep.

Rong Yueyuan looked at it for a while, and then continued to close his eyes and recuperate.

By the time Song Yizhi woke up from his sleep, it was already the third pole of the day.

Song Yizhi got up and saw himself lying on the bed, as for the bed, it was called a mess when he was rubbed by himself.

Song Yizhi sat on the bed, looked at his "masterpiece", and raised his hand and scratched his head a little embarrassed.

Rong Yueyuan opened her eyes, as if she didn't see the messy bed, Wen Sheng said to Song Yizhi, "Awake?" ”

Song Yizhi nodded.

Rong Yueyuan said gently, "Get up, get dressed, wash, and after breakfast, we will go to Song Ningfeng." ”

Song Yizhi lifted the quilt and got out of bed while asking, "What are you doing in Song Ningfeng?" ”

"Song Yiheng and Huaizhu's marriage ceremony, there are many things to discuss." Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi, who still had a few strands of hair on his face, and there was a smile in his gentle eyes, "If they don't call you, you will make trouble." ”

Song Yizhi couldn't refute, she hurriedly got dressed, and before she could use her divine power to get rid of the dust, Rong Yueyuan's dust removal trick had already fallen, and she even used her spiritual power to help her tie her hair in a bun.

Seeing Song Yizhi casually save two hostas, Rong Yueyuan moved his hand, and a long hairpin hairpin entered the bun.

A silver circular hairpin is tied into the bun, and a ten-inch-long sea pearl tassel hangs down.

Song Yizhi shook his head, and a few pearl tassels dangled in front of him and hung down to one side.

Song Yizhi picked up the pearl tassel hanging on his chest and looked at it, and then looked at Rong Yueyuan with a slightly complicated gaze.

This man has mines, doesn't he?

The seven-grade submerged sea pearl was used by him to make a hairpin, although it is beautiful, but it is not too luxurious?

Rong Yueyuan looked at the long hairpin in Song Yizhi's bun, and said with satisfaction, "It's good-looking." ”

Isn't that pretty?

Song Yizhi thought about Jing Yishi and Jing Yi Stone, and felt that he was used to it.

After breakfast, Song Yizhi and Rong Yueyuan went to Song Ningfeng.

Song Ningfeng, the main hall.

When Rong Yueyuan and Song Yizhi came in, Song Luo was cross-legged and listened to Song Yiheng and Huaizhu discuss.

Seeing that the couple were coming, Song Yiheng and Huaizhu got up and saluted Rong Yueyuan and said, "The disciple has seen the five elders. ”

Rong Yueyuan waved his hand, and then saluted Song Luo.

Song Luo waved her hand, "Sit." ”

Rong Yueyuan and Song Yizhi found a chair and sat down.

"Where's the discussion?" Song looked at his brother and sister-in-law with sparkling eyes.

"We've just decided on the style of the wedding card." Huaizhu took out a big red wedding card and handed it to Song Yizhi, "Now I'm talking about the dishes of the banquet." ”

(End of chapter)