681 Extra Two Spring of edamame + Ending speech

This is a sunny autumn day, and the maple leaves of the green garden are as bright as clouds and red.

Who said that autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times?

When Ying Qiuran saw the burning clouds that seemed to fall into the world, the fatigue caused by the busy night suddenly disappeared.

Today, Xiu Mu was on duty and could have left the palace and returned home. However, the bright red cloud seemed to evoke many unspeakable emotions, so he held hands and walked away slowly.

The maple leaves are like fire, dyed with autumn coolness, falling from the top of his head, some falling on his shoulders, looking at him like a child.

He hooked the corners of his lips, picked up the leaves, put them between his fingers, and sniffed gently...

It seems that there is a fragrance that does not belong to autumn and does not belong to this leaf.

He put down the leaves, raised his eyes, and walked to the depths of the maple forest...

Next to the long Taihu stone, a woman was sitting in red, but she was not deprived of the color by the maple leaves.

The maple leaves are fling down, as if they just separate this old prosperity for her and create a quiet world.

She lowered her eyebrows and restrained her eyes, as if she didn't realize that someone was coming, and she was only immersed in this charming autumn color.

The ten fingers are slender, playing the movement on the Taihu stone like a pink butterfly dancing.

It was a stringless music, pulling up the sigh of fallen leaves, and a strange fragrance came slowly, pulling him back to the early summer many years ago...

In Chengyang Square, a woman stands in the scorching sun like a spring tree.

She is beautiful and smiling. As soon as she lifts her eyelashes, it illuminates his heart.

At that moment, the wind was drunk.

A maple leaf scratched in front of his eyes, cutting off his thoughts, but there was a lingering fragrance. He took a deep breath and unconsciously hooked the corners of his lips...

However, at this moment, the woman slowly raised her eyes...

At that moment, he seemed to have been hit by something.

Such a face has the bright charm of that person and the wisdom of another person, which is also the shadow in the depths of his memory, which has been hidden by him for a long time...

"British Prime Minister..."

He came to his senses and quickly restrained: "I'm abrupt, the eldest princess forgives me..."

Qian Yuxuan smiled faintly: "Does Prime Minister also like to mix incense?"

"I have a friend who is very good at mixing incense, only, only, only..."

The following words suddenly couldn't come out. The old problem that had abandoned him for a long time came to him inexplicably. He suddenly blushed and dared not look up.

"I remember that the mother is very good at flavoring..."

The tone is not lonely, and it is even more desolate in the fallen leaves.

Ying Qiuran lowered his head deeply.

Is the old friend he mentioned...

"British Prime Minister, I have made a dish of incense and want to give it to Brother Wang. Prime Minister Ying also knows that my brother Wang is very picky, so..." He raised his eyes, smiled and smiled dazzlingly: "Since Prime Minister Ying has an old friend who is quite good at fragrant, he must know a lot about this. Why don't you come and help me have a look? Will Brother Wang like this fragrance?"

"This, I..."

How do I know this?

But the smile was irresistible, and the eyes were still full of encouragement and expectation, so Yingqiu walked over...

"This is..."

"This is purple fragrance, also known as musk vanilla."

"This is..."

"If the fragrance is immersed in the ground, the earth and stone will have a fragrance."

"What about this?"

"Baoxiang, wash it a hundred times with water, and the fragrance will not disappear. It is the best to make clothes."

"Why is this so similar..."

"Jube nucleus!" Laughing: "This is Duyixiang. In Dongming, it is said that it is as fragrant as a jujube kernel, and you won't be hungry if you eat it. Do you want to try it?"

One morning passed so easily and happily.

Until the little maid came to look for it, Yingqiu Ranfang suddenly said, "I am guilty of delaying the eldest princess's meal..."

"The Prime Minister is polite." Qian Yuxuan brushed her sleeves: "I am very happy to discuss incense with the Prime Minister..."

Ying Qiuran staggered again. In fact, he had been asking this and that like an ignorant child all morning, but the eldest princess was fine, elegant and soft, as if the autumn wind brushed her ears coldly and warmly.

He suddenly wanted to touch his ears... It was a little itchy and hot.

So he dared not look up and couldn't speak. Finally, he squeezed out a sentence: "Thank you for your guidance, minister, minister, minister, minister."

Then he fled.

Qian Yuxuan smiled kindly and watched him leave. She couldn't see the slender figure. Fang Lili's sleeves and slowly told the little maid of honor: "Go and call Mao Mao for me."

Maomao is the nickname of Qian Yuhan, the lord of the boundless country today. As we all know, the only one who dares to make such a grand announcement and can drink the lord of Mao Mao is the eldest princess Qianyu... Cough, Doudou.

This is the sister that the Lord of Mao loves the most.

No wonder that the brother and sister lost their parents at the age of six. Over the years, although they have been richly dressed and eaten, they are also dependent on each other.

So, the little maid didn't dare to delay and went away in a hurry.

After a while, the lord of Mao Mao came elegantly.

A snow robe walked through the maple forest, like the most beautiful picture scroll in the world, but the light and shadow under the leaves fell on his face. On his body, he deliberately wanted to stand in the shaking of the light and dark, so he was even more gorgeous. He directly saw the little maids droop her eyes, blushed, and her heart like hitting a deer.

"What's the matter, sister?"

Mao Mao knew that his appearance was extraordinary. Although he had not met his opponent for so many years and was used to everyone's admiration, he still couldn't help showing himself more romantic and more romantic.

"I want to get married!" Beans are crisp and neat.

"Who will you marry?" Mao Mao was not surprised at all.

His sister has been committed to the cause of marriage since she was four years old. She has hated to marry countless times in the past few years, but every time the thunder is loud and the rain is small, so Mao Mao Mao is a little careless.

"Yingqiu Ran."

"What?" This time, Mao Mao was shocked: "Ah, I said Doudou, you can't harm Zhongliang!"

Doudou looked at him for a moment, with deep eyes.

Mao Mao gradually restrained his joke and also looked back with a deep look: "You have been premeditated, right?"

"Yes, I've been in him for a long time!"

Mao Mao seemed to smile: "But he may not like you..."

Indeed, Yingqiu Ran is the prime minister. It can be said that under one person, above ten thousand people, I heard that since he participated in politics, the girl who fell in love with him has never been interrupted, but the Prime Minister Ying has never been moved. It is said that it was a period of love in his early years, which made him frustrated, so it is difficult to continue.

How can such a person...

"He fell in love with it!"

With a solemn look at Doudou, he made up his minds and suddenly laughed.

Doudou didn't agree and only stroked his sleeves: "Otherwise, you might as well send someone to ask if he agrees?"

According to reason, if the princess marries, most of them have to be ordered by the state lord, no matter whether he agrees or not. If she asks, they really don't want to, won't they hurt the face of the Wang family?

However, Mao Mao still wants to be unconventional. Anyway, he knew Ying Qiuran when he was six years old. It was he who taught him to study and handle government affairs. Such feelings are extraordinary. But what's the matter? Doudou came up with his idea?

In terms, Ying Qiuran is the same person as his father.

No wonder, all Mao Mao likes uncles, which is probably related to the lack of fatherly love since childhood, and Ying Qiuran...

Although he is not confused, he looks in his early twenties, beautiful and elegant, and many years of court experience and the ups and downs of life have made him a mature taste.

Although Mao Mao believes that he is the most beautiful man in the world, he is also a little embarrassed to see him, but the romantic background accumulated by the years is that he can't catch up with the meteor.

It doesn't matter. He is the sister Doudou, and he will lose face for her.

So he sent people to ask, and the news he didn't want to get was... Ying Qiuran didn't say anything and stayed in the garden all night.

Then Lang Hao appeared.

In the year when Qianyuyi forced the palace, Lang Hao was transferred by his father to lead the navy. Although he resisted the invasion of the coalition, he did not expect that they would take a detour to attack Shengjing. For a moment, he was ashamed. After the crisis was relieved, there was no trace of him. In recent years, he appeared in Shengjing from time to time, and once he appeared, he must go to the British house, which made everyone think that this was the past. The rival of love is now "broken" sleeves.

So he "broken his sleeve" and drank wine for a day and a night. Ying Qiuran only said, "I stamting again."

was drunk.

"What? Does this old sika deer still want to eat my sister's tender grass? The owner of Mao was shocked.

Hu Lun shook his head. In fact, he had been watching this pair for a long time.

Yingqiu Ran was infatuated with the eldest princess Qian Yuxue and had an inexplicable affection for Luo Wen'er. Although she admired most of them, it was not because of the master's sake? Nowadays, Princess Doudou has both the beauty of her mother and the coldness of her aunt. How can the little sika deer not move?

Behold, as early as when Yingqiu Ran entered the palace and taught the little master how to govern, he felt that Princess Doudou's eyes were unusual when she looked at the little sika deer. Over the years, he has repeatedly made rumors of this and that. Isn't it a left-right temptation? Now that I finally can't stand it, there is a Fenglin "encounter"...

Alas, looking at Princess Doudou, she has planned for herself early, but Mao's little master...

It's sixteen years old. According to reason, it's time to get married. But whoever mentioned it to him, he smiled and didn't answer, and then fell ill.

Qianyu's family has only one, which can't get sick. Moreover, compared with Qian Yumo in those years, this small country owner is simply more than Qian Yumo in terms of nonsense. As a result, it made the courtiers sincerely panicked.

But as the head of the country, there is no heir, how can this be?

The courtiers can only comfort themselves. Wang Shang is still young. Wait, wait...

Hu Lun knew that there was no hope, because Mao's little master said that in this world, there are not many people who can love him as deeply as his father and mother, which is enviable. If he wants to get married, he must find a girl who can be so dedicated to him, and he can also fall in love with him. But if so, he feels sad and scared, because as long as he thinks of the last scene of his father and mother...

There are some things. It's okay to see if you really want to touch them...

Alas, I had hoped to get a little master to play early, but it seems that...

However, for the choice of Princess Doudou, the little master of Mao Mao strongly supported it and smiled very insidiously: "However, this is not an ordinary tender grass, it may be stuffed with teeth."

So the next spring, Baili red makeup brightened the eyes of everyone in Shengjing.

In the spring, the Ying family got two men and one woman in one fell swoop, and Hu Lun had to admire the strength of Luo Wener's bloodline.

The three dolls, each with pink carving and crying loudly, completely made up for Ying Ruocheng's "loss" over the years, and made the white beard tremble with laughter. Even if they were pulled into bald by their grandchildren, they did not hesitate.

The little master is getting more and more lonely.

It's also true. In the past ten years, although she and Princess Doudou have quarreled with each other as a meal, it is also a pleasure for the brother and sister to rely on each other. No matter how much trouble they make, the little master finally let her sister go. Now Princess Doudou has a good home. The couple and wife are as beautiful as if they are fairy couples, and he is the only one left... ...

So another year, Mao Mao's little master left the palace.

This time, it's not a play.

Although Hu Lun was unwilling to finally fall into the man's hands, he knew that Mao's little master did not like to be the king, and he felt the difficulties of the master in those years.

After all, the country has not run into other people's hands...

Therefore, he did not persuade him. Since the little master had left, he also came out.

In fact, there is another reason why Mao Mao's little master left the palace, that is, the unconverted nine prince slipped out of the "Fudi Cave" from time to time and talked with his nephew at night, saying that there would be three shocking events in the Qianyu family.

Master Mao Mao asked, "Aren't your three predictions over early?"

The nine sons smiled evilly.

So, he followed the little master as he did in those years.

It's just that now, it's really old Hu.

The little master was in the front and walked around. He could only be in the back and staggered: "Slow down, slow down..."

In my impression, it seems that I was still taking care of the little doll back then.

In fact, the master left. He was sad for a long time, but when he saw that the little master became more and more like the master, as if the master had never left, his sadness eased a lot.

What he likes to do now is to keep recalling the past of his master and Luo Wen'er.

"...So, in this matter between men and women, whoever is moved first will lose. Your father was eaten to death by your mother because he was moved first!"

Lao Hu, who has never experienced a relationship between a man and a woman, is spitting 101 times to tell the little master Mao Mao about the past of Qian Yumo and Luo Wener, and profoundly summarizes the lessons learned.

"Jingle, Jingling..."

What's the sound?

Old Hu followed the look...

Hit the stone bridge opposite and walk to the next girl.

A goose yellow willow green spring shirt, as if picking the brightest color of spring.

The melon seed face and crow temples can only be regarded as beautiful, but when you smile, the sun is shining, very much like...

"...So, even if you are moved, you have to pretend to be unmoved, otherwise..."

Lao Hu's tone was suddenly dry and suddenly worried. Just as he foresaw what was going to happen, the little master had drifted over dreamily.

In the warm sun, in the spring, the man in white was dressed and smiled like the wind.

"Dare to ask the girl, your name..."

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At this point, it's really time to end.

The idea of dyeing has been formed very early, even before the flower blooming, but it has been suffering from the lack of a suitable structure or feeling that it is not capable and uncontrollable, so it has been delayed.

Then I finally decided that I couldn't drag on like this and start writing.

When discussing with the editor, the editor was not optimistic about the suspected change of the male protagonist, and my purpose was to make a few excellent men entangled the readers. I really didn't have a good heart⊙_⊙b sweat

My goal is to write the most enchanting romance. I don't know if I have done it. Anyway, when I shed tears at other people's books, I think about making others cry at me.

Is this a bad idea?

I like the heroine very much about the characters in it. She is just an ordinary person with the advantages and disadvantages that ordinary people should have, but she has never lost her heart in front of **.

I don't know if all my heroines are all in the same mold, but one thing in common is that they have their own persistence at any time.

It is always a problem whether to be yourself or someone else. Different people have different choices, and different choices will have different results, and I hope that it is better for people to keep some truths.

As for the hero, I don't like Qian Yuyi very much, so it's very difficult to write the first volume, and it's always difficult to invest in it. I want to give up. At that time, it seemed that there were three major changes, but I couldn't remember the minor changes clearly, and more than 30,000 words were deleted to make it more pleasing to the eye.

It's much smoother to write Qian Yumo, because I like him very much. I made him a combination of Xuancang and Xuanyi. The feeling of love is unspeakable, so no matter how I abuse him, I hope to give him the best.

What about Xuanyuan Shang? The role of this character can be more or less, but if it is too little, it feels a bit like a tiger's head and a snake's tail.

The original plan was to let him develop a relationship with the heroine, but I was afraid that someone would think that he was going to change the hero, so I put it away. However, at the end of writing, I slowly felt that this person made me very reluctant to leave, and I couldn't do it several times. But there is nothing we can do, because people can only choose one aspect.

As a storyteller, I hope that the people in it have their own happiness, because they are like my children, but even in reality, you can't do it to satisfy everyone, so you can only wrong some people. Here, I owe him, but I may never pay it back.

So I found that there was a regret in each story at the end. I always wanted to make up for it with the next story, but in the end, it was still a pity.

you ran is the only story with a side story, because it was sad to write in the end, so I adjusted it with a side story, but when I look back, I am still sad.

From blooming to Junxin, to dyeing, this is a series of stories. The chronological order of the story is dyeing, blooming, Junxin. Originally, I planned to have a fourth book, which was a hint from Qian Yuhong's words, but because I was not well prepared, I had to push back, and then planned to write a more relaxed and warm one first, but ......

There are too many things I can't decide...

Here, I would like to thank my editor - Hua Da.

I can tell the truth today.

In fact, I am very afraid of editing, or I am afraid of anyone who manages me, and I feel like my head teacher.

I still remember that because as a liberal arts student, I always couldn't memorize political history, the teacher often scolded me, and my voice was so loud that I happened to see him in the street after graduation... At that moment, it seemed that five thunderstorms, and I was frozen at that time. Then I realized that I graduated and didn't belong to him. What am I afraid of? It's not promising!

But he still came forward respectfully: "Teacher, are you shopping?"

So I was very scared at the beginning, but after contact, Hua Da has become one of the only two people I have left to talk.

For me, she is no longer an editor of such words, but a very textured person.

In fact, I know that I am very capricious, and writing is the same. Hua Da is very tolerant of me. It can be said that she gave me a chance to play, otherwise, there will be no today's affair.

Sometimes I think that if she is not an editor, I am not a typist, and if we are closer, we may become friends. That's what I thought⊙_⊙b sweat

However, there may be no chance.

Yes, I have to go.

When you refuse to keep up with the times, you can only leave you.

At that moment, I thought about change, but I immediately rejected myself. Because in that case, I will feel that I live with the same person I don't like. Sooner or later, I will have to divorce him.

I don't know if this metaphor is appropriate.

On this day, it was expected that from ancient times to the present, big history and small history are all the same.

I have thought a lot. Different people have asked me before, do you like writing?

In fact, at that time, I felt that typing was used to pass the time, and it was true at the beginning. However, at this moment, I suddenly found that I liked it, because I thought that I might leave it, and the idea of the rest of the story may also be with the world. Suddenly, I felt reluctant and at a loss.

At that moment, I was really at a loss.

But one thing was finally affirmed, and I still like typing.

Since you like it, stick to it until the day when there is nothing I can do...

What is taken away is only a story. Many things, whether happy or unhappy, are to be left behind. After many years, have they become mosquito blood or cinnabar moles? Has it become a rice particle or a white moonlight?

I may always think more, such as passing by people and disappearing at the crossroads, I will think that maybe I will never meet this person again in my life, or maybe I turn my head and forget the emotion just now.

Here, I would like to mention Qian Yumo's career after coming to modern times. I once didn't know what to do for him, or did the male host whose name I didn't know so far reminded me in that interview... He asked me to choose the male profession I like, and I chose a small bar owner.

At that time, I had an idea, but because it was just a flash of thought, I was not sure, but later, I chose this, and I thought I would never have a chance to tell him.

Look, there are always many small gaps in life, so I comfort myself that the characters in the book don't have to be too perfect, because they are also a life.

There is also the vertical and horizontal background of the author. In contrast, I made it quite clear, and then when I thought of going to the complicated background, I had a headache and wanted to hit the wall.

I'm most afraid of trouble, but I still have to get out of the habit after all.

Of course, I'm reluctant to give up, and everyone, because my speech is written for you.

How many of you have accompanied me for three years...

Three years...

I have been thinking about this for a long time.

It can be said that these three years are my most fulfilling three years, and the three years that I regretted my past.

How many three years of life? In fact, every day is precious.

I don't know whether I have wasted your three years or decorated them, so I have been trying my best to do it. What I'm most afraid of is to apologize to everyone.

Because in this world, no one is superior to anyone, only respect and tolerance.

People often say "gratitude". In fact, they do have a grateful heart to enjoy more happiness.

In the past three years, whether you have been with each other or have known each other for a short time, you have been silently supporting me, and there are more people shouting for me. I remember that no matter how long it takes, this will be the best time in my memory.

The journey of life is divided into many sections, and this section is coming to an end. Suddenly, I wonder if someone will make a bubble to see me off? Otherwise, I would think that those subscriptions are given by the system⊙_⊙b sweat

But if you don't want to, let's say goodbye. I always don't like to force others to do things. Even if I look forward to it and others make decisions, I seldom persuade them. Maybe it will make people feel a little indifferent. In fact, I'm thinking that happiness is the most important thing in life. If the outside world can't make us comfortable, let's make ourselves comfortable.

Borrow the last scene of Tokyo Love Story... If you don't want to make people sad, just smile and wave.

Of course, I will still look forward to it. Ha ha, this is inevitable. I forgive myself.

When I was a child, as soon as I saw the touching plot, my mother burst into tears. I laughed at her and was scolded. When I grew up, I gradually learned to cry, and then found that the bitterness and joys and joys of life have always been fixed, but sooner or later...

The name is left here to record our three years.

From now on, the return visit will stop.

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That's it. Goodbye, my friends...