Bai Zhi actually rejected this painting. . . But he couldn't stand Chu Yan's softness, so he finally agreed.
I don't know what Meng Nan's expression will be after receiving this portrait of Guanyin. . .
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Cui Liu Villa in the suburbs of Beijing.
"My son, we've all lived here for half a month, and it's time to leave."
Song Lang leaned back in the rocking chair, closed his eyes and soaked in the sun. Hearing what Yuan Lao said, he didn't even lift his eyelids, but only softly responded, "There is still no way to go, where should I go?"
Old Yuan said: "My son, we finally got out, but we can't take risks anymore."
Song Lang hummed: "What you want depends on what you have given."
"But—" Yuan Lao wanted to persuade, but was blocked by Song Lang and went back: "I know it in my heart, you don't need to say more."
Old Yuan sighed, turned and walked back.
After the sound of Yuan Lao's footsteps went away, Song Lang finally opened his eyes. A pair of black and white eyes were fixed on the willow branches above his head.
The green shoots are fresh and tender, the breeze is cool, and there is full of vitality everywhere.
In the gray eyes of the past, there is color again.
That girl, are you okay
He was going to leave sooner or later, but he never planned to leave by himself.
He wants to take her away, he will take her with him anyway.
Long years of life, without the company of someone like her, how lonely would this life be
After that incident, he frozen himself and made himself ruthless and cold-blooded, just when he was floating in the ice sea and was about to sink.
Her appearance was like a final rescue rope, dragging him a little bit from the icy sea to the shore.
He has the temperature of a human again and sees the sun again.
And she, the rope tied to his waist, with her, he would not fall into the ice sea again, if she was not there.
He didn't know what would happen, and he didn't want to know.
The turmoil in the city of Kyoto has ceased, and she has done everything she should and can do.
So, is it time to leave with him
It is said that the son of the Meng family is married to Yiping County.
Then, on the day of marriage, Kyoto City should be very lively.
Bai Zhi and the son of Meng are acquainted. In other words, will she also go to the wedding banquet day
It really is a good day!
Song Lang curled his lips and chuckled lightly, his eyes shining brightly.
The little servant who was waiting in the distance saw him, and was very surprised, how long has the son been so happy? Did you think of something good
On the eighth day of April, it is advisable to marry or marry.
From the date of marriage to marriage, it took less than two months. The rush was a bit rush, but fortunately, the two young people had no opinion.
The day was set by Mrs. Meng. Seeing that good things were about to happen, she was naturally anxious, and she was afraid that there would be some side effects, so she picked the nearest auspicious day and talked to the princess concubine about the day before she decided on the day.
Now that she waited for the bride to come in, she felt at ease.
"Madam, this is the gift list sent by the guests in advance. You have read it." The lady in charge delivered a booklet to Mrs. Meng.
Madam Meng nodded, put aside the tea cup in her hand, and opened the gift booklet to look at.
The names of the guests who should have given gifts are written in it. Most of the big and small officials in Kyoto and even outside are on the top.
Her gaze suddenly fell to one place, staring at that place for a long time without moving, and suddenly said: "Bring me the gift from Bai Zhi."
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Four chapters first, and then in the afternoon.