The wedding was huge, and there were many guests.

Xiaoxiao truly experienced the prosperity of another class in the Ning Prince Mansion. The royal arrogance is indeed different from the pomp of ordinary merchants and officials.

The mother-in-law always has her family to accompany her. Even the little sisters at Xiaoxiao are no exception. The one who follows everyone is Prince Ning's sister, Princess Chunyin.

With the princess sitting with her, everyone was a little restrained at first, but once the girls talked about their topics, they gradually let go.

Although the princess didn't understand the gossip about the market, she liked to discuss beauty and dressing experience with everyone. Later, the topic became more and more distant. I don't know which one mentioned the bizarre murder case that happened at Boyanzhu Teahouse not long ago.

Because this topic is very attractive, everyone gradually forgot whether it is appropriate to say these words at the wedding. Even the princess listened to it. She also asked one of the girls: "Your cousin really said that?"

The girl nodded quickly and said softly: "My eldest cousin has been a coroner for more than ten years. She will never be wrong. The dead man doesn't seem to have drowned. My cousin didn't explain the specific cause of death. Maybe it was because the deceased had committed some disease before it fell."

"Maybe it was just angered by that woman!" Another girl said, "That woman is so vicious. She actually loosened the railing in advance and wanted to harm people. Now it's fine. She moved a stone and shot herself in the foot!"

Everyone nodded, thinking it was true.

Xiaoxiao didn't interrupt, fortunately, after his parents left for a while, Yun Yi went to the teahouse, otherwise his family might have been investigated.

The coroner's cousin said mysteriously at this moment: "My eldest cousin also said that the man's death was particularly similar to the murder case of the Ji family in Gaoliujie."

The murder case of Ji family, Xiaoxiao was touched by his worries and hurriedly asked: "Is it the case of Mrs. Ji's strange death? What is the similar method?"

The girls were also very brave, and even though they discussed murder cases together, they were still calm.

The girl from the previous one whispered: "It is said that their deaths are very similar! But my cousin didn't tell me the details, for fear of scaring me."

Everyone said, "In this way, this case is really lingering. The previous case has not been solved, but it is determined to die for the illness. This time the case is said to be killed by personal grudges and fights... Even if the two people are really killed by the same person, it may be difficult to track down the real murderer."

As we talked, we felt a little scared. The invisible murderer was too powerful and scary. It would be fine if we just seek revenge. If we were a perverted murderer, what if we targeted me one day?

There are always rational people at the table. Ruicai smiled and said, "On this happy day, we are talking about these things. Let's keep a little quiet. The reporters are ears sharp."

After Jing Ruicai's reminder, everyone also felt that it was a bit out of place, so they talked loudly and laughed loudly, turning over the article.

Xizi looked at the smile next to her: "Don't feel comfortable? I haven't seen you move your chopsticks for a long time."

Xiaoxiao looked at the rich dishes on the table, and even many exquisite dishes couldn't be named. At this moment, she smiled slightly: "Maybe it was because she got up too early with Furong, and she was a little tired at this moment." As she said that, she rubbed her eyes again: "I don't know why, but my right eye will jump from time to time recently."

Xizi hurriedly spat a few times: "I'll accompany you to Guyu Temple to burn incense some other day."

Xiaoxiao: "So you still believe in this."

"Amitabha." Xizi clasped his hands together and said.

Xiaoxiao also recited: "Amitabha."

Xiaoxiao didn’t know why, but he always felt a lot of emotion recently. Even the prosperous scenery in front of him always felt that there would be an end.

Isn’t life like this from being lively to being desolate? Sometimes I feel that it’s better to be just plain and simple.

...

Dan Tai Furong has now become the real Princess Ning. She returned to the door three days later and set off for the vassal state the next day.

The sisters agreed that no one was allowed to cry when they went to send Furong. Furong wanted to be a princess to enjoy her happiness, which was obviously a good thing.

Who knew that after saying the words of care, everyone couldn't help but shed tears as they watched the carriages in the Ning Palace go further and further away.

Furong kept laughing, but she felt sad after returning to the sedan chair. She cried and wet her two veils.

King Ning kept holding Furong's hand: "We will be back in the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Furong is now a princess, and it is impossible to be as willful as she used to be: "I just packed my luggage for half a month, and I have to walk a little more than a month. How could I do this? It would be nice to be able to come back for the Chinese New Year."

Wang Ning smiled: "It is hard to leave our hometown, so we try to come back as often as possible."

Furong leaned on her husband's shoulder contentedly, looking at the familiar scenery outside the car window with a confused look: How could you leave the hometown? And my most precious youth in the past sixteen years.

Along the way, you can hear the cuckoo cry, as if you were seeing each other lively, and as if you couldn't bear to part.

One evening a few days later, the carriage stopped at the inn. The inn was very close to a valley, and the fragrance of flowers floating from there could be smelled from afar.

"Why does it smell like the fragrance of apricot flowers?" Furong was a little puzzled. According to the truth, the apricot flowers should have fallen at this time.

King Ning often walked this path, so he understood more: "There is a forest of apricot blossoms in the valley over there, and the flowers bloomed one month later than other apricot blossoms."

At this moment, it was quiet around, and there was a bent moon in the sky.

"The moon sets and leaves, and the apricot flowers are all over the courtyard." The lotus murmured and chanted this poem.

King Ning thought this poem was very suitable for the situation, and he did not realize that he looked like sighing.

Furong was thinking a lot at this moment, thinking of the early spring two years ago, she played the flower game with her sisters at the old house of Ruicai’s family. The one she drew was Apricot blossoms. It was February at that time, so the sisters made themselves the king of Kao.

The poem corresponding to the apricot blossom is: The moon sets and the apricot blossoms are all over the courtyard.

At that time, everyone could not understand the meaning of this, but only remembered that Xizi once said: This was written by the poet Wen Tingyun in Bijian Post, which means that a traveler misses his homesickness.

Suddenly, I heard the King Ning say in my ear: "It's a coincidence. The inn we rest is Bijian Post."

When Furong heard this, she was stunned at first, and then she seemed to have goose bumps all over her body, and she had to sigh at the magic of fate.

The fragrance and lamp accompany the remaining dreams, the State of Chu is at the end of the world. The moon sets and the law of the leaves is resting, and the apricot flowers are everywhere in the courtyard. This is the whole poem of this poem. The State of Furong should also belong to a part of the State of Chu. I married myself, but I really got married far away, and I suddenly got married to the end of the world.

And that flower stick seemed to have already seen this secret, and he actually told himself naughtyly in advance.

"I didn't expect that I would be destined to be with this place." Furong said for a long time.

"Then I am still destined to be with me. If it weren't for me, who would have taken you to this place?" Ning Wang hugged his wife's shoulder tightly, feeling that the years were quiet for the first time.

"My Moon treats me well."

"Treat me well, too."

...

Time is always fair. The days in Furong Country and Kyoto are the same length. What kind of life looks like depends on your courage and mind, and your luck.

Xizi was really fascinated by painting, and Xiaoxiao helped him contact his uncle. The uncle praised Xizi as a material that can be made - Shanren Baitu rarely praised it, which shows that Xizi really has this talent.

So Xizi worked harder in painting and often brought her satisfactory works to Xiaoxiao to appreciate.

Now, everyone has reached the fifth school year, and only half of the students in the class are left. Some of those who have dropped out of school are getting married like Furong, and some are waiting at home like Ruicai. Even the students who stay in the class are taking leave every few days, most of them are for blind dates.

"You said, girls only have the only way out to get married?" Xizi suddenly asked such a question today.

Now, the tea room is empty, and there are only two students Xiaoxiao and Xizi who drink tea and eat snacks here.

"There are always something else. Look at my third sister and help with school." Xiaoxiao smelled the fragrant wood fragrance outside. Time flies so fast, and the rose wood fragrance has already opened.

"That would inevitably be too desolate." Xizi sighed softly.

"It's good that they don't feel desolate." Xiaoxiao couldn't help but sigh, "Freedom always comes at a price."

Since experiencing the incident of Shi Zuimo, there is always a faint sadness between Xizi's eyes and eyebrows, or the traces of growth, which make Xizi's beauty more profound and unforgettable.

Xizi rarely smiled with his eyes bent and said, "Just like you and my fourth brother, I sometimes look forward to you marrying here quickly, so that we can be with you, and sometimes we can't bear to marry here. If that's the case, I will be the only girl left in our group."

Xiaoxiao couldn't help holding Xizi's hand: "You are the best, there must be one of the best waiting for you."

"I don't look forward to it." Xizi said in a daze.

"You don't have to look forward to the true fate. You will know it naturally when that person comes to you." Xiaoxiao's eyes reflected into the green shadow of the tree outside the window. "I think you and that person might have known each other long ago. They have marks in their hearts. When they really meet, they will definitely recognize each other. Then you will say: Oh, so you are here too."

Xizi burst out laughing: "Aren't those lyrics? Those strange songs you sang."

"I've sang this?" Xiaoxiao scratched her head, and she really sang whatever she remembered.

The two of them laughed for a while, and then they couldn't help but gossip: "I'm very curious about that Prince An, and I always think you seem to know each other?"

"Oh my God, were you talking about Xi just now?" Xizi was surprised.

"I think you two are the best people I have ever seen." Xiaoxiao bites Fuling cake and secretly looks at Xizi's expression.

Xizi took a breath, looking puzzled and laughed: "Then you really misunderstood, a huge misunderstanding."

"how?"

"That person does have some connection with our Wen family, but not with me." Xizi seemed helpless when she mentioned this person, "Fortunately, he has grown up a little and understood things over the years, and he is not doing anything wrong like he did in the early years."

This incident aroused the curiosity of a smile: "Isn't it with you? Isn't you the only girl in your family? Could it be Jiang Qiuyi?"

Jiang Qiuyi has now given birth to a fat daughter for Wen Lao Er, so Bi Tong was relieved? No, why do you think that Jiang Qiuyi is not Bi Tong's food?

Xizi lowered his eyes and smiled, and after a while, he said, "It's my third brother."

Xiaoxiao's mouth opened into an O-shaped shape. The contrast between Wen Xidian and Bi Tong was too strong, and it actually created a kind of fantasy beauty.

"Then Brother Wen San treats him..." Xiaoxiao felt that Bi Tong was so pitiful. He actually fell in love with a straight man from this dynasty who would rather break than bend, but he had to admire his vision. Brother Wen San is really a very good man. He has the rough beauty of hormones on the outside, but he is so delicate that he can patiently take care of a delicate rose.

"I don't know what my third brother thinks." Xizi actually replied, "That prince is obsessed with flowers. Prince An often invited my third brother to be a gardener back then. But how could he get into the eyes of the prince? A few years ago, he used various means to bother my third brother... It has been better in the past two years."

"…I didn't expect that there would be such a story."
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