A wind lantern brings out the fragrance of osmanthus; a pot of warm wine brings out the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.
Yan Wei'er's eyes were blurred with drunkenness. She picked up another glass with her delicate hands and touched it with Jilian Bino's cup. Before she drank, her face burst into tears: "Bie Nuo..." She held up the small wine glass, her hands trembling slightly: "I don't
Well... lost your child..." He burst into tears, heartbroken, and poured a glass of wine into his mouth.
Jilian Bino also drank the wine in the glass, but there was a strange tenderness in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to caress Yan Wei'er's cheek, carefully wiped away her tears, bit by bit, feeling the coldness of the tears: "As long as there is
You are enough." His voice was low and hoarse, mixed with pain and affection.
Yan Wei'er shook her head and raised her hand to hold Ji Lianbienuo's hand that wiped her tears: "I was too willful, it's all my fault..."
Jilianbeno said softly: "I don't blame you, Wei'er. Our children have indeed changed the lives of many people." He sighed heavily: "Maybe you don't know, actually I am sitting in this position.
, not so easy. In the past, in the peaceful and prosperous times, romantic young people could still play successfully with their little cleverness. But now it is two armies confronting each other. No, not only two armies, but now there are rebels from all sides.
Fighting for territory, grabbing wherever we go, we not only have to deal with the court, but also guard against other forces."
For the first time, Jilenbino showed his weakness in front of Yan Weier: "Although our troops are constantly growing, the number of truly skilled troops is still very limited. The number of new troops has increased.
However, huge military expenditures have also increased. If troops who have no time to train are put on the battlefield, their combat effectiveness can be imagined. If Wei'er hadn't been so determined to make me pretend defeat and retreat, we would have died more.
Wei'er, you are right."
Jilianbino poured a glass of wine casually, which was strong and hot in his mouth: "If you really want to blame me, it's just me for not protecting you. Wei'er, this is my fault..." He felt like something was stuck in his throat and he could hardly speak.
Yan Wei'er raised her tearful eyes and took a closer look at Jilian Bino. This man became more and more real in front of her, and even his occasional weakness seemed so valuable. His sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes were as resolute and bright as before, but
So much more tenderness and tenderness.
This man is none other than her husband.
Yan Wei'er was still crying, and she couldn't help but have a deep smile on her lips: "Bie Nuo, do you know? With the child gone, I almost lost the courage to live. Later, it was because I thought of you and thought of you
I want to meet you again and think of you saying that no matter what happens, I must live..."
"Thank you for living."
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One cup, one cup, another cup. Laughing, crying, laughing and crying again.
When did the food and wine go away?
I vaguely remember that the moonlight I saw through my teary eyes was so hazy and white, and its faint brilliance shone on Yan Weier's snow-like skin, and the orchid moonlight also illuminated the whole room.
The pearl curtains swayed gently in the wind, and the dreamy camouflage swayed.
Heavy breathing sounds came one after another, both pleasant and painful. There was still laughter in the tears, tears in the laughter, and the black hair was intertwined with each other.
She kissed away the tears on his face, and he carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Light pity, sweet love, try your best.
He is asking for each other more crazily than on the wedding night, just to prove that she is his and he is hers.
This life, the next life, life after life.
"Wei'er." Jilianbino called her name crazily, as if he wanted to carve the name into his chest, hot and passionate.
"Bye Nuo." Yan Wei'er murmured, her speech slurred, and she became more wild after drinking, but she was sober, extremely sober. His breath was so familiar, slightly smelt of alcohol, which made people even more intoxicated.
The hug was so tight that my arms were sore that I couldn't bear to let go.
His strength and her softness were the most beautiful combination between heaven and earth.
The greater the joy, the greater the pain; the greater the pain, the greater the joy.
In this world, he is her antidote, and she is also his antidote. Nothing else is possible.
When did you fall asleep? When did the moon disappear? When did the rain hit the banana leaves? When did the autumn wind sweep the sycamore trees?
One leaf falls, and you know autumn.
Yan Weier woke up when a fallen leaf drifted into the window sill.
In the early morning, it had just rained. Her whole body was sore and she was feeling lazy. Turning to one side, she found Jilian Bino smiling at her with bright eyes.
Yan Wei'er blushed and hurriedly got into the thin silk quilt. The whole room was filled with happiness: "Bie Nuo, didn't you leave early at this time?"
Ji Lianbino laughed and did not move. He took Yan Weier's light body with his hands and said, "Go back later, you will make me unable to get out of bed."
Yan Wei'er's face was even redder than Xia Fei, and she struggled in Ji Lianbinuo's strong arms: "Who is harming whom? Tell me clearly? You are so annoying... You don't get up early like this, and you deliberately let Sister Yu and the others see it.
Where’s the joke?”
"What's so funny?" Jilian Bino pounced on Yan Wei'er's chest, scaring her so much that she screamed repeatedly.
Yan Wei'er's snow-white chest had a beautiful strawberry print.
"Try shouting louder and see if Mrs. Yu wants to laugh at you?" Ji Lianbinuo deliberately provoked her.
Yan Wei'er rushed forward, bit Jilian Bino's arm, and asked in a whimpering voice: "Are you still teasing me?"
"Don't stop, you continue." Jilianbino held her smooth body with his other hand, feeling that her skin was smoother than silk and made her want to move again.
Yan Wei'er was so discouraged that she got into the quilt decisively and stopped Jilian Bino's evil hands: "Bie Nuo, you are getting worse and worse." She smiled seductively: "Looking at the current situation, sooner or later one day
, you will become emperor, how will the harem be arranged then?"
Jilianbino squinted his eyes lazily, and his bronzed exposed skin looked so strong and strong: "I don't want to be called an emperor, just 'if you win this girl, you will win the world'. If you must be an emperor's concubine, I will
I have no choice but to do it. However, I don't plan to have a harem. Look, I can't handle you alone. Oh, it's really a sore back..." He stretched out deliberately, with a rare expression of comfort and comfort on his face.
undisciplined.
"What if I have to be emperor and have a harem?" Yan Wei'er didn't give up and broke the casserole to ask the truth. She didn't realize how ambiguous her posture was on Jilian Bino's body.
"What do you think of that boy Ji Lianxiu?" Ji Lianbino seemed to have a plan in mind and had already considered this issue.
"Him?" The handsome appearance of that handsome young man appeared in Yan Weier's mind: "It seems like he is a little different now?"
"That boy is very smart. Even though his martial arts skills are not good, it is all delayed by his father, but he is a gem." Ji Lianbino has indeed thought about this matter. Since things in the world are unpredictable, he can't fight without fighting.
After the war, it was only a matter of time that he proclaimed himself an emperor and established a country. But after all, his heart was not on this. Before he met Yan Weier, he might have been able to discuss it, but now, he and his father had the same thoughts, and they only wanted to find someone.
Shanlin, together with Wei'er, stay and fly together.
Wei'er's experience of being kidnapped gave him a deep understanding of "having no control over his own actions". If he became an emperor one day, he would be afraid that family matters would become state affairs and there would be no peace for a day. He decided to let Ji Lianxiu jump into this pit.
, thinking that in the future I can live a life with Weier day and night, and get up as late as I want every day, it is really a happy life.
Jilianbino kissed her red lips gently, clicked, and let go: "From now on, we will still live the life we want. Don't worry, I will make arrangements."
Yan Wei'er nodded obediently and pushed him with her finger: "You get up first, and I will go out after you leave, otherwise people will laugh."
Jilianbino pinched her pink cheeks and said: "Who has time to laugh at you? The mistress of the house is back, and I have to serve her well. When the time comes, I will write a poem about my relationship with my girlfriend and spread it everywhere. Where will I, Jilianbino, put my face?"
"He smiled slightly at first, and then couldn't help laughing.
Yan Wei'er kicked Ji Lian Bino, took advantage of the situation and covered her head with the thin quilt, and shouted from inside the quilt: "Ji Lian Bino, you bastard, wait until I write my first confession and scold you to death!"
After Jilianbino put on his clothes, he leaned down and pulled open the quilt, revealing Yan Weier's head, and whispered: "Don't write, I will continue to serve you when you come back in the evening!" He laughed and walked out the door.
Yan Wei'er felt relieved, put on her clothes, and jumped out of bed. Xianghua was already standing guard at the door, waiting for her to wash up.
Just like the wedding ceremony, the bridal chamber is filled with flowers and candles.
She looked happy, but slightly embarrassed, and avoided Vanilla's probing eyes. She was in a good mood today, so she styled her hair into a beautiful flowing bun without inserting a wooden hairpin, and chose a pearl bow.
But she was still wearing a plain moon-white shirt, with Jilian Bino's jade pendant tied around her waist.
Vanilla was stunned: "Madam, you are so beautiful." She smiled brightly to please her.
Yan Wei'er broke into a subtle smile: "You are good-looking too." This is the truth. Among the maids, she is indeed the most beautiful.
Vanilla hit the snake with a stick: "Madam, tell me, can someone with my appearance marry into a good family?"
Yan Wei'er didn't know how to answer, and felt slightly unhappy in her heart. She felt that Vanilla was always competing with Jasmine, which was not a good sign: "Vanilla, you are still young, and it is useless to think too much about certain things." She could only teach her this way.
.
Jasmine, how could anyone become Jasmine? Yan Weier stopped paying attention to Vanilla and didn't even call Jasmine to her residence. She only took Anu and went straight away.
When Yan Wei'er arrived, she saw Xiao Wu giving medicine to Jasmine, and she did a decent job. After a few words of praise, Xiao Wu suddenly became in high spirits and ran out and in with Anu.
"Jasmine, is it better?" Yan Weier put a soft pillow behind Jasmine and couldn't help hugging her. The comparison with Vanilla just now made her feel a little uncomfortable for no reason.
Jasmine nodded and hugged Madam: "I'm much better. Don't worry about taking care of me and neglect the young master. It's not good."
After being separated for many days, a little farewell is better than a newlywed. How could Jasmine not understand this?
Yan Wei'er blushed like fire, and said coquettishly: "Moli, are you better? When you are better, you will have the strength to laugh at me?" She was already feeling guilty, but when Jasmine said it, she blushed even more.
Jasmine smiled and said, "I still remember the time when the young master chased me and my wife ran away. It was a wonderful journey, just looking at you two." It was then that she just understood what love is.
"You and Hua Yi have an unforgettable relationship." Yan Wei'er happily pulled Jasmine and said, "You didn't see him like that back then, a grown man, crying one drop at a time."
It turns out that it is something that is unforgettable and can only be encountered.
Huayi and Jasmine.
Jilian Bino and Yan Wei'er.
The moment when the little flower of love blooms, just like the flowers in spring, nothing can stop it.