278 blossoms today

Cheng Xueyan knows what Bitong is talking about.

That was when she had just moved back to Shuiyunju. Naturally, the two single women living alone in the courtyard would naturally attract some bad intentions. She was not afraid, so she tied a lot of bells on the door and window, lifted extremely thick wood to hold the door, and took turns to rest with Bitong at night. Of course, this is not reassuring. It happens from time to time that you are awakened by the wind blowing copper bell in your dream. After a long time, you will inevitably be in a trance and weak body.

One night, she fell asleep easily and suddenly heard a sound from outside... "Master, I don't dare to kill the little man and dog anymore!"

When he rushed out, he saw Bitong standing calmly at the door, looking into the depths of the alley and whispering, "It's the prince..."

"It's so fast..." Bitong sighed in my ear again: "If I were him, I must hit the sunset at the slowest speed. No, I will split it for a lifetime!"

Seeing that she was indifferent, he gritted his teeth again: "Even if he is the prince, the maidservant has to go out to teach him!"

So he rolled his arms and sleeves... and took a cup of tea and sent it out.

When you go outside, you will naturally change into a humble attitude.

Although Yuwen Zichen is a prince and indifferent, he has never been condescending, but he is inevitably embarrassed in the face of such a graceful person. Bitong has often come here and tried to make fun of him. Although he was expressionless, he was not annoyed. Even Jiang was sometimes particularly curious about him because such a fairy-like figure parachuted into a civilian courtyard and then asked him about his feelings. He was not embarrassed, and occasionally showed the smile of several women outside the door upside down.

This piece of jade is getting warmer and warmer, but she...

Infinite emotions surged up and weaved, and she was too lazy to pay attention to it. Anyway, it will naturally disperse after a while.

On the low courtyard wall, several hairpin beads were moving. I don't know if the woman was particularly bold. She lost an object and came in, which happened to hit his robe and fell at his feet.

He naturally saw it, but his body did not move. On the contrary, Bitong poked out his feet in embroidered warm shoes and trampled on the brocade mandarin duck's purse under his feet.

If a single woman's family always has a man, it is bound to be thought-provoking, but she has not caused any disaster, because his characters are inherently magnificent, which makes people irreprove and also made her famous by the way. Besides, Yuer is also extra close to him. Everyone will think, how can such a character like such a woman with a child? Even if you seduce, you won't succeed.

Bitong kept giving her a wink to let her go out to "defend the territory", but... what is she?

For his existence and his care, she is complacent on the one hand and worried on the other. I dare not imagine... He is a nobleman of heaven, the body of gold and jade. What is she? But she can't retreat... She can't repay his ice-hearted jade pot. She once wanted to find an excellent woman for him, but she didn't know many people, and nothing she could think of was worthy of him. How could she get him to wait for 12 years?

How much will he hold on? How many times will she miss him?

A long window with a narrow lattice, separated by two sighs.

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On the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month of the ninth year of Kangjing, it snowed heavily.

In the early morning, Bitong pushed the door hard and exclaimed, "Girl, look, it snowed a foot thick!"

Cheng Xueyan still has the problem of staying in bed. She closed her eyes and muttered, "Go to the flower room to see if there is any snow leakage?"

As soon as the words fell, I slept again, but after a while, I heard Bitong shouting and ran in: "Girl, girl, that seven-color peony is blooming!"

Cheng Xueyan sat up from **, grabbed the silver green jacket and ran out of the door.

As soon as the door wrapped in thick cotton curtains was pushed open, a strange fragrance came to the nose, which was refreshing.

I saw all kinds of peonies sway gently with the cold wind rolling in the snowflakes, and one of the half-open buds bloomed into two petals in the swing.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple are as beautiful and dazzling as a rainbow, and it seems to bring out wisps of soft light during the swing, which is extremely fairy.

It lowered its head slightly, as if it was embarrassed to show its amazing beauty to the surroundings, but it was still silent, stretching its delicate face and revealing its fragrance.

walked over carefully for fear of disturbing its shyness.

"The girl has worked hard for so many years and finally succeeded!" Bitong was a little excited.

The seven-color peony seemed to feel something and nodded slightly.

"What do you think... should be named for this flower?"

Her fingertips stroked like silk petals.

"Let's call it... rich and noble!" Bitong opened her mouth and came.

The slender finger is stagnant... How can such a flower full of aura be so tacky?

Bitong has a virtuant saying: "Great vulgarity is great elegance. Peony is the king of flowers and a symbol of wealth. People love it so much and want to win a good fortune. And now the girl has cultivated this unique seven-color peony in the world, isn't it wealth among wealth? The girl also said yesterday that if this seven-color peony succeeds, she will try to cultivate the nine-color one next time. At that time, it will be called 'rich and noble door'..."

Seeing Cheng Xueyan's uncertain face, she finally couldn't help laughing: "The maidservant is joking with the girl. Since this flower is the girl's painstaking efforts, she will naturally want the girl to take it, otherwise..."

"Mother..." Yuer rushed into the flower room in a small flower jacket: "Uncle Bai is coming..."

Because Yuwen Zichen always wears a snow-colored robe, Yuer had called him Uncle Bai Xue before, which made Cheng Xueyan have a black line on her forehead and corrected it many times. The stubborn little guy was willing to remove a word.

Bitong smiled and said, "Cao Cao will arrive before Cao Cao is mentioned. Alas, in the early morning, the rich flowers bloomed, the magpie also called, and the people also..."

Before he finished speaking, he hurriedly escaped from Cheng Xueyan's clutches.

There was another scream outside: "Girl, look, Xiaotao is also open. Oh, my God, what day is it today..."

Little peach is a variety of peach blossoms, and the flowering period is the twelfth lunar month. Cheng Xueyan moved one three years ago, but she didn't expect it to open today.

The thin pink petals hold a handful of snow, which are crystal clear and delicate. Although only a few flowers have been opened, they want to be noble.

Today is a good day.

She sighed, but turned around and saw Yuwen Zichen standing in front of the house. The snow-colored cranes almost melted into the ice and snow, which made him more elegant and handsome.

He came to herself like this... For a moment, she felt as if she had lost her breath.

He stretched out his hand... tightened her jacket and suddenly smiled.

She looked over and found that the emergency room was tied to the wrong button, and suddenly her ears were hot.

"Go in and freshen up. I'll wait for you."

She nodded in a panic and rushed to the house. When I entered the door and woke up, he waited for me... Why did he wait for me?

Bitong prepared to wash her face early, and her smiley expression made people have the impulse to grab her and flatten her.

Bitong opened the cabinet door again and said to herself: "The bright red edged goose yellow sprinkled silk is too bright in front of the skirt. You must not like it, but this snowy man has to dress brightly to look outstanding. The ochre yellow inlaid white silk bamboo leaf stand-up collar long coat is a little plain, but it looks very refreshing. The plain satin gown matches the man outside the door... Why is the prince still standing outside? The maidservant went to call him in, don't freeze people..."

Cheng Xueyan stared at her and casually picked up a light fog purple hair narrow silver jacket and put it on her body.

Before going out, she heard Bitong lengthen her tone: "Oh, the maidservant's hands are clumsy, and the girl still knows the prince's heart. The prince likes purple best..."

"Mom, I'm going too..."

Bitong hurriedly grabbed Yuer: "Little ancestor, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going out to play..."

"I'll take you out after dinner..."

"I won't go out with you, you are nagging like an old woman..."

Cheng Xueyan laughed.

Bitong blushed with anger: "Okay, you two came together to bully me..."

"You can also ask Uncle Jiang to come and help you... Bitong, when will you come to the door? My mother is in a hurry to hold her grandson, and I'm also twenty-four..." Yuer seriously learned from Jiang Xiaolou's sad face when he proposed to Bitong yesterday.

Cheng Xueyan immediately smiled crookedly on the door panel.

"You little thing, you are really a big kid. Look, I won't hit you?"

Yu'er's calves are short, but they are swayed, and they are out of breath outside the house.

He hid the joy in the door and looked up to see the person who almost melted with the ice and snow standing under the small peach branch, raising his eyebrows gently and looking at the little peach on the branch with a smile on the corners of his lips.

People are like snow, flowers are like jade, and poetry and painting are difficult to describe.

When he heard the sound, his handsome face was slightly biased, and his dark eyes looked over like that...

Even so far away, she seemed to see the starlight in her eyes, just like the first sight.

It's just that he is smiling at this moment, and his smile is as clear as snow and elegant as clouds. When the wind blew, the snow on the tree fell clear, dyed his hair and dyed his eyebrows, but did not soak the smile, and the starlight at the bottom of his eyes became more and more bright.

He raised his hand slightly and moved his thin lips gently.

She seemed to hear him call her name, so she walked over sleepwalking, and then heard his voice whisper like the wind: "There is a Meilin, can you accompany me?"

He rarely speaks like this. His tone is always cold, and his sentences are always short. This time is not only light, but also seems to seep into a perceptible tenderness, which makes her heart soften and she can't help nod.

His hand rested gently on her wrist, and the star eyes looked at her seriously, as if they were asking for her opinion.

She only raised her eyes and lowered her eyes in panic. She only felt that the hand on her wrist suddenly rose in temperature, so hot that she hurriedly avoided her hand.

He didn't insist, just walked out, but stopped and looked back at her.