In the May Garden in the distance, a few palaces laughed around the concubine.

It seemed that the concubine gave flowers to one of the big palaces. Her palace lady was not reluctant, and she also asked for flowers.

The woman surrounded in the middle seemed to be helpless, so she hooked the plum branches, giving them a puppet in the middle.

The maids laughed and opened, and the flowers were stroked to cut the flower branches again. But I didn't know much about it again towards their mother -in -law again, but it turned out that they had just edited a flower ring with plum branches.

Put on.

The woman under the plum tree seemed to be able to take off the hood temporarily, and they put her on the plum branches.

The breeze blooms, and the plum blossoms with moist petals are trembling on the branches. The woman wearing a flower ring stands between the white snow and red plums, the misty clouds, the clouds of the clouds, like the flower fairy mistakenly entered the world.

Rao is far away. People outside the Meiyuan seem to be able to see the breath of those maids.

Under the cold fragrant pavilion, the men who were embraced by everyone looked at it. At this moment, the light in front of him was blurred, and the light and shadow changed, as if he dragged him back to the spring day of that year-

"Little bastard, come to chase me."

On that day, he took out the palace to visit the emperor. Unfortunately, Wen Yuan supplemented with his two sons to visit friends, so he wandered in the courtyard.

When he was calmly looked at this Zhu Lou Biwa, when he was comparable to the Wenjia official residence of the palace building, the sweet and clear sound in the distance faintly passed over.

He opened the Liu Zhi to see his voice, and when he saw the flowers in the distance, a woman with a bud head wearing a red scattered flower pleated skirt was put on the back of the back in the back of his back.

The band was swaying slightly behind her.

"Wait for me, sister and wait for me ..."

Not far behind her, a wealthy fat child and children ran away, and she was grieved and angrily.

He has never seen this child, but he can judge from his description. It should be the young son who often feels a headache in Wen Yuanfu, Wen Yunhao.

The 'sister' in the mouth is not difficult to make people guessed.

It was probably running too fast. The Wen Yunhao didn't check his feet, and fell to the ground after the sound, and then cried when he wowed.

The woman in front of the woman stopped. She looked at her face and looked at her face. The fairy and jade appearance in the bright spring was so unexpectedly stacked into the bottom of his eyes.

So far he still remembers the feeling that everything is quiet at that moment.

She put the paper kite aside, and quickly ran back. When she was in front of the younger brother, she looked carefully. After seeing it, she was relieved.

"Get up, the nest is scrapped, you know the nest is horizontal."

She smiled at her eyes, and she seemed that she was not enough to ridicule, so she also kicked her younger brother's buttocks.

Wen Yunhao, who was crying loudly at first, would be more powerful.

"Bad sister, bad sister--"

"Yeah, I'm bad, you will dare to bully the little girl in the future, I can still be worse."

She said with a smile, pulled out a candy from her sleeves, peeled away from the sugar paper outside.

In her tears of her younger brother, she stuffed the candy in the entrance. She squinted her eyes and sighed.

"Sister, sister!" Wen Yunhao hurriedly got up, and before he had time to pat the soil, he caught up again: "What is the taste of fruit sugar you made this time?"

"Do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat and want to eat."

She turned around and counted it seriously: "There is citrus, hawthorn flavor, and pears, plums ... What else is here?

It seemed that before meeting the younger brother's eyes, she pointed to the flower garden not far next to it, and said to herself: "I have to pick some flowers back in a while, make a flower cake to eat."

Wen Yunhao finally couldn't help but dragged his sister's sleeve: "Sister, I'm wrong, I will never hit the little girl again."

"Really?"

"I promise!"

She would feel softly, squatting down, reaching out to give her younger brother gently to stroke the dirty soil on her face.

"People who have made mistakes will naturally punish them in accordance with the rules and regulations of the family. And as their master, you cannot scold them because of noble status, or to anger at will because of their emotions.

They. Bullishness is not a real ability, and it will not be a climate in the future. Only by serving people with morality, that is the husband's husband. "

Wen Yunhao sucks his nose: "I know my sister."

She opened her smile and took out two candy from the cuffs to stuff it in his hands.

"Do you know what to say after going back?"

Wen Yunhao held the candy happily and nodded straight: "I know, I fell myself."

"Really good, my sister goes to pick flowers and go back to make flower cakes for you."

She touched her younger brother's head with a smile, got up and lifted her skirt and stepped into the hundreds of flowers.

In the horizontal branch, he looked at the woman who picked flowers in the flowers through the gap between the willow branches.

It was probably the first time in her life. It turned out that the woman could be so beautiful, dazzling, and vivid. The woman had nothing to do with the beauty and ugliness in his eyes.

It is also frankly accepting. The woman is just a symbol in his case. After marrying, the significance of Na Fei is more meaningful to him that he can be pro -government and can capture power.

But at that moment, the woman who picked flowers in the flowers smashed his inherent cognition.

It was the first time that the word he knew went to the symbol and really survived.

He looked around the official residence of this high house, carved the wall of Junyu, and thought that his education from his childhood was to be frugal.

They chose the daughter of the ordinary civilian, but they each had a beautiful wife and beautiful, wearing Chinese clothes Jinyi, living in the pavilion of the palace, and enjoying the infinite scenery.

Perhaps it was that spring day that he decided to pull the woman into his bottomless abyss ...

"Sheng Shang Wan'an."

Decent, please pull back his distant thoughts.

Zhu Jing concentrated in the past. It turned out that Xian Fei took the eldest prince to come over and please.

His gaze fell on the face of the big prince, "I heard that you have often come to your mother's concubine palace recently?"

"Yes ... the plum blossoms here are full of plum blossoms, and the children like it very much."

The big prince pressed the restraint, and tried to make himself generous as much as possible.

Xian Fei handed over the painting of the great prince without losing time, and he felt so inspiring: "Also more thanks to the concubine's grandmother's generous, and the prince can come and enjoy the plum. In order to thank the concubine's mother, the prince deliberately painted the" Cold Snow Plum Blossom Map ",

Give him his mother concubine. "

"Oh?" Zhu Jing took the painting and looked at the painting, and the voice couldn't hear the fluctuations.

Xian Fei's eyelid jump.

This time, a group of people in Meiyuan also saw the holy sanctuary under the cold fragrant pavilion.

Wen Yin took off her head on her head and took a few big palace girls out of Meiyuan.

"It's cold in the cold, Rao is without snow, and it is not too long when it is outside the house." Zhu Jing smiled and stepped forward to help her arm, helping her, "Why suddenly remember Meiyuan?"

The other party seemed to have no sidelines, and Wen Yin also seemed to forget the unhappiness of the two of them last time. After getting up with his strength, he responded with a smile: "Looking at this day, then the Meiyuan Park pick some some.

Mei Zhi went back to make flowers. Besides, it is always boring in the house. "

"This is too."

Zhu Jing looked at her, reached out to pick her off the plum petals of her hair.

Wen Yin drooked the head, his expression was docile and gentle.

Xian Fei stiffened and looked at it. It was a high -profile sanctuary, beautiful concubine, and the concubine stood in a scene like a fairy family member, still deeply hurt her eyes.

"By the way, the eldest prince deliberately draws you a reward, you see if you see it?"

Zhu Jing suddenly transferred the topic to the big prince, and said that the painting of the prince was handed to her.

When Wen Yin took over, he laughed and said: "The great prince is pure filial piety, and the concubine naturally likes it."

Xian Fei was busy saying: "It is the honor of the prince of the prince."

The eldest prince Mu Mu said: "If the concubine Wen is not suspected of being poor in painting, the children can draw you to enjoy the plum map every day."

Wen Yin took the painting's hand for a little pause.

She looked at the direction of the eldest prince, and her lips were laughing with a smile. At this time, Zhu Jing's light laugh came from the top of her head.

"Is it too cumbersome to come and enjoy the plum every day? You might as well ask for your consent of the concubine and let you live in the Changxin Palace for a while." He looked at Wen Yin with a smile. "

, Let the prince stay in you for a long time. "

The words fell, all around, as if even the wind stopped.

Wen Yin was stunned for a while, and she hadn't had time to respond for the time being. Instead, she was on the side of Xian Fei's face with blue lips, and her hands hanging on both sides could not stop.

The Holy Holy didn't seem to say anything, but it seemed to have implied something in the words.

Xian Fei was suspicious, and unconsciously clenched the hand of the eldest prince.

"I'm afraid of being good at sanctification." Wen Yin took his hair with his hair, and said softly: "The courtiers are pure and pure, and I am afraid that they can only tolerate their own emperors."

Her words are not very polite, but the saint is happy.
To be continued...