Walk to the wisteria trellis.
I don't know when, a small group stood there, the black dress was covered with red pearls, and the black eyeballs were bigger and brighter than pearls.
It stood solemnly and comically at the position of the master of ceremonies, holding a pair of rings high.
The simple yet noble rings are each engraved with each other's names—Zhaoxu, Fuyao.
The names engraved on the leaf earrings back then are finally condensed into eternity today at the place closest to each other and the heart.
With a smile, Meng Fuyao picked up Master Yuan Bao, that precious darling who accompanied them through the difficult journey, it was rare to be so serious and prudent, and handed over his love to her.
The ring lay on her white palm, shining golden.
Wearing each other's clothes for each other, each other's breath is close to the ears, and they both feel that the other's fingers are so soft, and the breath is so beautiful, and they are silently and closely intertwined, and they are inextricably linked, and they don't want to break free.
I would like to abandon everything in my life to be imprisoned for you, in your heart.
He held her hand, and his thousands of words turned into silent staring, and suddenly he leaned against her forehead with a smile, and kissed her lightly.
Like the spring rain blowing over the petals as delicate as brocade, one hundred and twenty thousand is cherished and one hundred and twenty thousand is very happy.
An Yirun burst into tears.
She has never seen such a wedding. All the rules and royal etiquette in the world are thrown away here. Because of this, this is the best wedding in the world. It is real, beautiful, crystal clear and bright like a dream, and it is in line with all the things that women in the world dare not touch dream.
Before, after, no one can ever have this happiness.
She is so happy, because of what she has never missed, but also so lonely, because of what she will never have, she looked up her face with blurred tears, and saw the pair of people holding hands affectionately, letting go of the Kongming lantern on Ito's arch, the little pink The lamp flew up slowly with the kit, and everyone's eyes followed involuntarily.
The lamp floated to a high place, and the kit suddenly fell, and the wish written by the Queen herself fell into the hands of all the confidants who accompanied her along the way.
Zong Yue held onto the little crimson brocade bag and did not open it for a long time.
An Yirun didn't inquire, it was the emperor's will and secret that belonged to her, and she couldn't disturb it.
But she thought she knew what was written.
"May the flowers always bloom, the people will always be there, and the confidant will never lose each other."
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The spring on the way back is still there, just like Luoshui flows endlessly.
Zong Yue sat in the car with his eyes closed, more silent than when he came.
Xuanyuan and his party lingered in Wuji for half a month, then resolutely refused the empress Wuji's repeated attempts to stay, and set off to return home. An Yirun knew that it was because the emperor was afraid that his body would show his flaws—the empress was too shrewd and enthusiastic.
After leaving the city gate, the officials from the Ministry of Rites sent him a hundred miles away to turn around, and Zong Yue immediately ordered An Yirun to help him wash off the rouge.
An Yirun did it herself, went to the stream to fetch extremely clean water, removed the rouge, and watched the pale face of the Qingyi man appear little by little under her fingers, her fingers trembled.
Before Zong Yue opened her suspicious eyes, she turned her head in a concealed manner, and said in a hoarse voice: "Rouge is a little uncomfortable this morning, and I want to go to the stream to wash up."
Zong Yue lowered his eyes and agreed, she felt his distant and indifferent eyes once again passed the shadow behind her face.
She took out the basin and squatted down by the stream, Mu Mu facing the stream.
There was twilight in all directions, the smoke was dim, and the scenery in the stream swayed turbulently. She suddenly thought of Empress Wuji's bright face, which made her feel vaguely familiar.
Dazed for a long time, she slowly scooped up water, and the cool water washed away eyebrow stones, rouge, face powder, lipstick...restored a pure and true face.
The face is bright and beautiful, the eyebrows are flying and flowing, and there is a bit of openness between the brows, it is that openness that seems to be a person.
After entering the palace, all kinds of things, like a solitary sail and a distant shadow flowing down from the blue sky, gradually become clear.
She gave a short ah.
She looked back in the direction of the Zhongzhou Imperial Palace, and finally shed tears in a daze.
END