Marriage Under the Heavens

"Sister, you absolutely can't respond. The paintings of the boudoir girl can't be easily passed on. If he is a prodigal son, and you take your paintings and talk everywhere, wouldn't it ruin your sister's reputation?" Bai Xiujin lowered her voice. Tao.

How Bai Suxuan didn't know this truth, she ignored Bai Xiujin's advice, took the painting and chased it up quickly, and said coldly, "Give this painting to you and Luer to me!"

Yan Su turned around and looked at her, smiling at the corners of his lips like a spring breeze. He ordered the attendant to bring the wild deer over and personally deliver it to Su Xuan. Su Xuan took the rope tied to the wild deer, turned around and handed it to Bai Xiujin.

Yan Su strode forward to meet Su Xuan's painting.

Snow was all over the sky, and the surface of Jinghu Lake behind Yan Su showed lapis lazuli-like clarity and color, lining the stone bridge and the Xiangxue Sea, like a colorful landscape. He strode forward, the appearance of fluttering clothes reminded Su Xuan of an old poem, "The narcissus wants to go to the carp".

How Bai Suxuan didn’t know that he said that killing the deer was actually to get her painting. She tilted her head and smiled. Just when the painting was about to be handed to him, she suddenly raised her hand and moved the picture of winter plum towards his back. Throw away the mirror lake.

Yan Su was obviously stunned, looking at his empty hand, giving her a little amused look. Suddenly stomped, a harrier turned over, and the whole person leaped back, trying to grab the painting.

Although they are close to Jinghu Lake, with Bai Suxuan's strength, this painting cannot be thrown into the lake at all. But the cold wind was raging, and the painting was blown precariously over the lake.

Bai Suxuan didn't take a painting seriously before, but after throwing it away, she lifted her skirt and turned away. She ordered Bai Xiujin to untie the rope wrapped around the wild deer's neck and let the wild deer go, until the wild deer ran into the mountains and disappeared, she looked back at the lakeside of Jinghu.

She saw him holding her picture and sitting on the rock by the lake. The purple dress on his body was obviously wet, but he seemed to ignore it at all, only holding the painting of her and looking down slightly. He seemed to perceive her gaze, he suddenly raised his head, and his handsome eyes held her gaze tightly.

Bai Suxuan looked at his jewel-like shining eyes, only to feel that her heart suddenly flustered, she turned around hurriedly, and fled away.

Memories are like a bowl of yellow lotus medicinal soup, exuding a bitter aroma of medicine.

For three years, Qin Jiu has become accustomed to forgetting. But since deciding to step into the Lijing City again, Qin Jiu was ready to face it. She didn't mind, and then recalled all the pain once or even a hundred times.

Keep the bitterness on the lips all the time, after a long time, maybe the taste will be numb.

The snowflakes floated up at some point.

The most pure and pure things between the world and the earth, piece by piece, are like fluttering white butterflies, falling silently from the clouds.

Hanmei Yingxue adds to the beauty and pride.

In the past, she loved to compose poems the most, so poems are bound to flourish in this situation.

Nowadays, she is most tired of such arty things, and she has no leisure, no mood or energy to do it.

Qin Jiu turned and left. After walking a few steps, he vaguely saw a figure in front of him, accompanied by a low cough. She rushed to hide behind a thick old plum tree, and after a while, she vaguely heard the sound of tiny footsteps.

Qin Jiu held his breath and looked forward with the probe. Through the shadow of the plum blossoming through the branches and leaves, Qin Jiu saw Su Wanxiang wearing a snow cloak. She stopped under a plum tree, looked up at a winter plum tree, and whispered: "The fragrant petals are blooming together with the snow, and the white butterflies reflect the snow and add fragrance. Look at this tree, how beautiful the white plum blossoms are. !"

This poem is well done.

Qin Jiu squinted.

At this moment, another footstep came from not far away, and Yan Su appeared in Meilin.

He was still wearing the peacock purple robe, but was draped in a white fox fur cloak, and the white fluffy collar swept the outline of his beautiful chin, making him look so gentle. His eyebrows are very long, with a thick ink color, so he can see the extreme.

He bypassed the stone bridge and slowly approached Su Wanxiang.

Not far away is the azure blue Jinghu Lake, the old plum blossoming like a dream, the fragrance of the plum blossoms, and the richness is cold into the bone marrow.

Under the plum tree, a man and a woman stood side by side.

Su Wanxiang was climbing on a branch that bloomed most brilliantly, tilted his head slightly, and sniffed a flower gently. Seeing Yan Su appearing, she slowly let go of the flower branch and coughed twice, covering her mouth.

Yan Su strode forward, and as soon as he reached out his hand, he grabbed the branch full of flowers and said, "I folded you and take it back to insert the bottle."

Su Banxiang shook his head hurriedly, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to fold them because you like them? It would be nice to let them fragrant on the branches. Your Highness asked Banxiang to come here, what can I do? If nothing happens, Banxiang here. I'm leaving."

Yan Su slowly let go of the blooming branches, and stepped in front of her, his quiet eyes were so affectionate, "Banxiang, I'm here to apologize to you."

Su Wanxiang’s lips raised a faint smile, and slowly said: "His Royal Highness, you have known Wanxiang for a long time. Have you ever seen Wanxiang be so careful. It's just a few pieces of peony gowns, not to mention that you didn’t give it. It’s all from you, so what. I just know that the best you gave me is enough."

Qin Jiuyao saw Yan Su's lips blooming with a clear smile like a moon, and the warmth in the deep ink pupils seemed to melt the snow in the sky. He lowered his head and said, "Then I will send Wanxiang back."

Su Wanxiang looked up and smiled and said, "There are ready-made carriages in the Xiang's Mansion, so please don't bother your Highness. Wanxiang will leave first."

After the lady finished speaking, she walked slowly along the path in the plum forest.

There are only thousands of trees left, gorgeous and crimson, and the tall and tall figure under the tree is tall and lonely.

Qin Jiu found durians along another path.

At the time, durian was arguing with lychee.

The lychee must be folded back into the bottle and durian is not allowed. The cherry is on the side of the durian, and the loquat holds the sword to maintain a neutral attitude.

As soon as the lychee saw Qin Jiu coming, Xing's eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Jiuye, this plum blossom is beautiful, let's fold a few branches back."

Durian said loudly: "No, it spoiled the flowers and trees."

Qin Jiu smiled slightly and said, "Lian'er, don't you know that these flowers and trees need to be pruned every year. If these branches are allowed to grow, the plum tree will not grow tall. Just like the peach tree, if you don't prune the extra flowers, A tree full of flowers will not produce big peaches. Lychee, you can just fold it."

The lychee smiled cutely at the durian, then climbed to the flower branches, and after a while, he folded several branches, including red plums and white plums. In the end, Durian was forced to carry a branch of red plum, and the group walked through the plum forest with a smile.

Suddenly seeing the figure standing next to Meilin, the laughter stopped abruptly.