She was like an elf, following him, and over time, both of them got used to each other's existence...
When no one was around, she and Zilu were alone, and she would always whisper: "I will elope with you when I grow up, I will elope with you when I grow up..."
Zilu looked at her, touched her forehead, smiled and said nothing...
Sister, sister, I don’t know if age is really a gap, I don’t know if blood relatives are really a barrier, who doesn’t want someone like you to be by my side...
What Wanwan likes most is walking to the Ministry of War with Zilu every day and sending off the bearers. The two of them hold hands and bathe in the morning light. This feeling makes Wanwan feel so happy.
Walking very slowly, very slowly, Zilu's hands are warm and gentle, and they are very big. Together, they look like a small valley, and he holds his crooked hands in it...
Wanwan likes this feeling and even hopes that this road can go on like this for a lifetime.
She had imagined that Zilu was eighty years old, still strong, carrying a sword and wearing official uniforms to go to his military department, but she was also old at that time, becoming a silver-haired old woman, but she was still young and energetic in her heart, and she was like this
At this moment, holding Zilu's hand, the two of them walked slowly towards the Ministry of War, bathing in the eternal morning light...
Whenever I think of this scene, Wanwan always bursts into giggles. That is the sound of happiness.
Zilu always asks at this time, hey, my little princess, why are you laughing?
Wanwan smiled and shook her head, the corners of her mouth were like the crescent moon in the sky at night.
you guess?
Wanwan said.
"It's hard to guess what the little princess is thinking." Zilu said.
In fact, he knew in his heart that everything in Wanwan had something to do with him.
He really wanted to pamper her all his life and devote everything to her.
These sweet dreams will never come true. Both Wanwan and Zilu know their respective futures.
Wanwan must go to some country that may be far away to get married, to a king who is older than his father, or to a babbling prince who is younger than himself.
As for Zilu, his marriage also belongs to the emperor. Maybe one day, in order to win over a certain minister, the emperor will let his nephew marry the minister's daughter to show the emperor's great grace and they are a family...
This is the different future of two people.
Because of this, this moment is even more precious.
The king is not married, and the concubine is not married.
This morning light cannot reflect the unknown future.
But it can reflect the reflection of two people's hearts and hands connected at this moment.
Working hand in hand for a lifetime has become a luxury that cannot be accomplished, so this moment is the most precious and cherished.
"Wanwan, why don't you speak anymore..." Haiyue called Wanwan several times.
And Wanwan has been immersed in the memories of the past half a year. Will I have to rely on such memories to support my whole life in the future?
She turned back and looked at Zilu again. What about him? In the unknown future, will my beloved Zilu have to rely on such memories to support his whole life? Maybe, he is not like me and he doesn't need it. Maybe,
He can use it...
"You will find a sweetheart." Only then did Wanwan understand Haiyue's words.
"You will also get what you wish for." Haiyue saw part of Wanwan's thoughts and turned her head towards the young prince.
Wanwan smiled.
I thank Haiyue for her blessing in my heart, even though this blessing will not come true.
Seeing Zilu talking and laughing happily at this moment, Wanwan was already very happy and satisfied. She suddenly realized that what she wanted was not intimacy by the ear or possession of the pillow.