The spring light dyes the spring leaves, the spring swallow holds the spring mud, and under the linden tree, Mu Zhiming thinks for a long time before he vaguely remembers something: "Before the serious illness, I seem to have met a child older than me in this ancient temple."
Gu Heyan: "Yes."
"Could that be you?" Mu Zhiming asked.
Gu Heyan nodded.
"Ah?! I guessed it casually, but it's true?" Mu Zhiming was surprised and delighted: "So this is the place where we first met?"
Gu Heyan: "Yes."
Mu Zhiming looked around, with a smile that seemed to dissolve in the spring water in the spring cloud: "I know the east wind side easily, I like it, let's come here often in the future."
Gu Heyan: "Okay."
Mu Zhiming sighed, "Hey, how could I forget such an important thing...cough..." Suddenly, a cold wind blew from nowhere, and Mu Zhiming couldn't help shivering and coughing.
Gu Heyan looked flustered and stepped forward.
After Mu Zhiming coughed twice, he tried his best to endure it but stopped coughing: "I'm fine."
"Let's go back." Gu Heyan frowned.
Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Okay, listen to you."
In April, I want to wet the apricot flower rain, pick Wei out of the pavilion.
Mu Zhiming begged Gong Shi to recognize Caiwei as his righteous daughter and marry him as his eldest sister. Gong Shi was both affectionate and fond of him, and nodded in agreement.
The scholar in Tsing Yi also strives to be a good candidate. He is a jinshi in the examination, and becomes an official in the capital. He has a beautiful scenery, and eight carry a large sedan chair to marry Cai Wei.
On that day, Caiwei wore a red wedding dress and put on a sedan chair. Wen Heyin and Mu Zhiming saw her off. Wen Heyin grabbed Caiwei's sleeve and cried, "If that person bullies you, tell me, I beat him."
Mu Zhiming knew the etiquette on weekdays, but at this time, Wen Heyin shouted so that the whole house could hear it.
I don't understand, I thought the two were here to grab a kiss.
In May, Xiao He showed her sharp horns, and Fu Yi got engaged.
Xiang Shi, the daughter of the commander of the Imperial Guard, has been deeply in love with Fu Yi since the last time she met Fu Yi in the streets.
Xiang Rushan, the commander of the Imperial Guard, regarded his daughter as the jewel in his palm on weekdays.
Xiang Rushan is in charge of the five thousand imperial cavalry in the capital. He is quite powerful in the imperial court, and he is also a favorite of the emperor. Although Fu Yi is a prince, he is an unimportant prince after all. , So Xiang Rushan actually didn't want his daughter to marry the unfavorable King Su, but Xiang Shi cried, Xiang Rushan loved her daughter, and everything was up to her.
On the fifteenth day of the fifth month, the emperor summoned Fu Yi to enter the palace to face the saint.
The day before entering the palace, Fu Yi and the former oiran of Linbi Pavilion shared the moonlight in the waterside attic of King Su's Mansion.
The oiran girl knelt down and gave a big gift, crying: "His Royal Highness Su, you are about to get married, I am afraid that my concubine will not be able to accompany you in the future. I ask His Royal Highness to remember the affection of these years and find her for her. a way out."
Fu Yi sighed: "Come here and have another drink with me."
The oiran nodded and sat beside Fu Yi, clinking glasses with him and drinking.
But not long after she drank the wine, she suddenly felt unbearable abdominal cramps, and then spit out a large mouthful of dirty blood.
The oiran clutched at Fu Yi's sleeve in disbelief, crying and shouting intermittently: "His Royal Highness King Su, His Highness... No no no, Yier, Yier, why..."
After that, she died and couldn't rest her eyes.
Fu Yi calmly reached out and closed her eyes for her, and murmured, "Because I must never let others know about you and me, and only dead people can't speak, so that people can be reassured."
He retracted his hand, looked at her tragic death, and shook his head: "In the end, only the appearance is somewhat similar..."
Then Fu Yi summoned the most reliable Dead Servant around him and asked him to dispose of the Hua Kui's corpse and everything she left behind without revealing a trace.
The next day, when Fu Yi entered the palace, the emperor informed him of the marriage, and Fu Yi bowed and thanked him.
After coming out of Xuande Hall, Fu Yi went to Fengyi Palace.
In Fengyi Palace, it was only in early summer, and I could feel sultry. The imperial concubine was sitting on the soft couch in the outer hall, eating candied sour plums while reading the ancient travel books, and suddenly someone said, "Sour plums should not be eaten too much, it will make the stomach uncomfortable. ."
"Huh?" The imperial concubine looked up, saw the person coming, and said with a smile: "Oh, you are here, I haven't eaten much of this sour plum, so I will eat some, Xiaoyan, move a stool quickly~"
Fu Yi: "If you don't sit down, I'll have a few words with you and then leave."
The concubine was confused: "Why are you in such a hurry?"
Fu Yi stared at her and said slowly, "I'm getting married."