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Sikong Bei and Sikong Shuo sang together, and the two chattered endlessly.
"Can you two be quiet for a while, I'm a little annoyed."
Si Kongli couldn't bear it anymore, so he said, "It's really noisy."
Sikong Bei let out a long sigh, "Aren't we worried about the two of them? Seeing that others are hugging the big fat boy one by one, there is no movement between them"
He is very anxious, and he also wants to taste the soft feeling of pinching the fat baby's face.
Yan Moxi remained unmoved.
The two of them fight and fight all day long, and seeing her every day already makes him feel very good.
It is difficult to meet the one who is destined.
Now that he can see her every day, he is already very satisfied.
He understands this truth, so he will cherish it.
Sikong Yu shouted in a daze, "Sikong Nan"
He lowered his eyes and said warmly, "I'm here."
"On your head." Sikong Yu replied confusedly.
Yan Moxi was not used to saying these things to her, so he said softly, "I prepared something for you, can I put it on for you now?"
Sikong Yu didn't answer.
Yan Moxi took out a wooden box from his arms, and carefully took out the contents.
It is a silver bracelet with a jade pendant hanging on the necklace.
The pendant is carved in the shape of a small fish.
Seeing this, Sikong Shuo said cheerfully, "So you have already prepared!"
It seems that this Sikong Nan is not incurable.
Sikong Yu didn't answer.
Yan Moxi put the silver bracelet on her hand. How could he not prepare for her birthday in advance?
This bracelet was custom-made by him bit by bit.
He thought it would look great on her wrist.
The night wind was mixed with the sweet smell of wine, Sikong Yu slapped his mouth, and slapped Yan Moxi who was sitting beside him in a daze.
Yan Moxi gritted his teeth, but didn't make a sound.
Yan Moxi stayed up all night, writing his wedding speech while looking at the sleeping Sikong Yu.
The day of the wedding of the two is getting closer and closer, and there will be another new couple in this world.
Inside Mingfeng Pavilion.
Qian Ziyue was arranging Gu Nianyi's hair when a pretty woman in green clothes came in holding a box.
"This is?" Qian Ziyue asked.
A red sandalwood box?
The person who handed over the wooden box was a disciple of Mingfeng Pavilion, and it happened to be her turn to guard the gate today.
The woman replied, "It was sent by the Palace of Xihe, and I specifically told you to wear it on your body."
"Xihe Hall?" Qian Ziyue asked.
"It was Xi and Dian Xingguan Mu Zichen who sent someone to send it over. By the way, the person who sent the box also told him that the things contained in this box are gifts from his Xingguan."
Qian Ziyue smiled helplessly, and said again, "Did you make a mistake? Mu Zichen is the star official of the Taiwei Palace, and the Xihe Palace is Liancheng."
The woman in green blushed, "Ah! These days, Xi and Dian Xi and Dian are always in my ears. I have misremembered it. It's really embarrassing"
"It's not your fault."
In the past few days, Mingfeng Pavilion has been busy with this marriage, and it is normal for her to subconsciously say the word Xihedian.
Qian Ziyue put the wooden comb in her hand on the table, and said with a smile: "Mu Zichen really cherishes those treasures in his palace."
She took the red sandalwood box, and said, "You go to work first."
After the woman in green left, Qian Ziyue sat next to Gu Nianyi, and said softly, "Do you want to open it now?"
Gu Nianyi said: "Yes."
Her voice was extremely low, not because she was exhausted, but because her vocal cords were damaged, and every time she uttered a word, her throat felt tingling.
After all, she is a person who has been in hell for five years.
"It's a night pearl, and it's already been threaded with a red string." Qian Ziyue looked at Yi'er's dull eyes, her heart seemed to be stabbed hard by a needle at that moment, but she adjusted it in an instant. With his own fluctuations, the corners of his lips were bent, and he smiled and described the appearance of this night pearl for Yi'er one by one.
Yi'er is blind.
Although she came back to life, her white hair and blindness still followed her.
"Yi'er, let me put it on for you."
No matter what the purpose of the night pearl is, since Mu Zichen told it on purpose, there will naturally be his reasons.
After all, Mu Zichen has a lot of treasures there.
"Okay." Gu Nianyi's voice was hoarse and pale.
Qian Ziyue put the bead around her neck.
The Ye Mingzhu was shining brightly, and it set off against Gu Nianyi's full head of white hair.
Qian Ziyue's hand rested on a strand of her white hair, and a warm tear flowed from the corner of her eye.
Yi'er was originally a young woman, but God played tricks on her and brought a disease like Zang Xueyan's to her body.
That's the devil, a terrible devil.
Burying Xueyan killed Yi'er.
That day in Cang Ran's palace, when Xu Zhishi told her that Yi'er was suffering from burial snow face, she couldn't get over it for a long time.
Yi'er had asked her countless times what Xu Zhishi had said to her that day.
But she still decided to hide the matter.
She wanted Yi'er to spend the remaining years with the best mood.
Qian Ziyue originally thought that her clothes had already returned to the sky.
But she didn't expect that five years later, Xu Zhishi would come home with her clothes.
No one knows, within five years.
In the five years since Xu Zhishi gave up the country and gave up everything, he has paid with his own hard work.
He actually brought her daughter back alive.
That day happened to be a rainy day.
On that day, the spring air was pleasant, and the drizzle washed the spider's silk one after another.
Holding Yi'er's hand, he stood in front of the vermilion door engraved with the words Mingfeng Pavilion.
Just one sentence, I'll take her home.
Ah Nan, you know, in the past five years, everyone no longer has any illusions about this matter.
Even she, Qian Ziyue, Yi'er's mother, has already put this matter aside in her heart.
Shelved in the softest and least daring heart.
Who doesn't want to see her again?
Who wouldn't want to take her home?
Anan, you have stubbornly pursued a ridiculous legend for five full years.
In five years, what can a person do?
The man in the black tunic gave up his power, and exchanged his persistence for five years to be with her for the rest of his life.
Qian Ziyue picked up the sandalwood comb and continued to comb the dry white hair for the clothes.
The ending is good, isn't it?
Outside the window, a bird covered in pink and white flew over slowly.
Gu Nianyi heard the movement and asked, "Mifen?"
Qian Ziyue took out a note from Mi Fen's paw, "It's a letter from Anan."
"I'll read it to you."
Gu Nianyi nodded.
There are two meaningful words on the paper: "Shensi."
Qian Ziyue was stunned, and checked the paper several times.
"Just write these two characters? Just these two characters and let this bird make a special trip to fly over from Xihe Hall."
As soon as these two words fell into his ears, Gu Nianyi's cheeks gradually turned red, and he lowered his head and smiled slightly.
Qian Ziyue asked, "Do you want to reply?"
She nodded, and Qian Ziyue handed her the brush dipped in ink, and laid out a piece of paper without writing beside her hand.
Yi'er held the brush in his right hand, and slowly groped with his left hand to straighten the paper.
I saw that a few words that were slightly slanted but still beautiful gradually appeared on the paper.
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