In order to prevent the palace servants from disturbing the purity of the emperor and the queen, Qiaoxiang and Huan'er deliberately removed the palace maids and eunuchs, leaving only a few hands and feet to stand not far away and wait.
The wine is still a pear blossom brew made by Wei Zijin himself. The spring breeze blows, and the pear blossoms on the trees are like snow, falling to the water surface and clothes, bringing a faint fragrance.
"There are no fine grass on the steps, and sparse duckweeds are gathered in the water. The spring shines on the flowing snow, and the stars are reflected in the deep evening..." Xiao Jingyao finished drinking a cup of pear blossoms, playing with the wine glass in his hand, and the wine was full of excitement.
Wei Zijin smiled slightly, and followed his wishes and responded to his poem: "The dew garden was filled with accumulation at night, and the wind and boudoir entered at night, and the clusters were like butterflies, and the candle-like couplets were whisked."
After she chanted, she also picked up the wine glass and drank it all. A pear blossom fell into her hair under the spring breeze, making her smile look like a flower and her eyebrows and eyes look like picturesque.
When Xiao Jingyao saw her flower-like smile, he was unconsciously lost his mind, and the scene of laughing with her in the first place under the pear blossom tree appeared in his mind.
At that time, he and she were still young and worry-free. Sometimes they made an appointment to recite poems and essays in the backyard of her house, and sometimes they went out of the house to ride horses and practice martial arts.
He knew that she loved pear blossoms, so he specially ordered people to collect several baskets of fallen pear blossoms in late spring to give her. She gave her the pear blossom brew she brewed with her hand, and the two raised their glasses under the pear tree together.
Dislike each other.
It was the first time he had tasted the wine she made in person, and it was the first time she had made wine to him by herself.
Later, when he learned that she was married to Xiao Heng, he did not ask her, but drank the pear blossom wine all night on the night of her wedding...
Now that he saw her, he was by his side, drinking pear blossom wine with him, and laughing at each other, how could he not sigh?!
Even if she changes her face, she will always be the woman that makes him fascinated, the woman he loves in his life!
Xiao Jingyao suddenly felt aroused his heart, and wanted to take out his brush and keep this moment forever, so he ordered someone to present a pen, ink, paper and ink.
Wei Zijin did not dissuade him. Seeing that he picked up his pen and wanted to paint, he asked him to draw the pear blossoms in the tree.
Xiao Jingyao naturally responded, and with just a few strokes, he drew both the pear blossoms and the beauty into the painting.
Wei Zijin came over and saw the pear blossoms he drew at first sight. He couldn't help but smile and said, "I love the white pear blossoms, and I cherish the old age of spring. Only in this painting, winter and summer are beautiful, and it will not make the wind and rain."
It is urged, and there are no bees and butterflies around, and the beautiful makeup is accompanied by the moon. It is all made in the paper. It is evil in purple and lewd, and it is difficult to stir up the body. The third grade is in the chest, and the six methods of producing flowers and grass... Jingyao, you can keep this painting
The most beautiful moment of pear blossoms!”
Xiao Jingyao's lips curled slightly, slowly hugged her waist, and said softly in her ear: "No matter how beautiful the pear blossom is, it is not as good as you!"
Wei Zijin pursed her lips and smiled slightly, reached out to pick up a pear blossom that fell between his hair and held it in his palm, and then chuckled and blew towards the water.
"The face is fleeting. Perhaps seeing this painting again many years later will remind you of the years we have been through together!" Wei Zijin said quietly, and then instructed Qiaoxiang to put away the painting.
Xiao Jingyao held her cheeks, looked deep into the depths of her eyes, and sighed in a low voice: "Zi Jin, you are still young, I'm afraid I'm going to grow old first..."
After all, she has changed her body, and she is no longer the A Jing who was a few years younger than him!
Wei Zijin shook his head and smiled lightly, took the initiative to hold his hand, clasped his fingers tightly, and said seriously: "In my heart, you will always be that young man in white in high spirits... Even if you have the day you grow old, I will accompany you.