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Dongchi, Zhucheng, Xiangfu.

Within two days, the garden began to become more and more lively, with lights and festoons, and joy.

The red woven carpet is spread from the bluestone bricks at the gate of the garden to the front of the corridor, and the long stretches draw a dazzling bright color in the white powder garden.

The bed quilts in the house are all brand new.

Even the wind chime cover on the corner of the eaves has been replaced with a pattern of a bird with a coiled neck, saying that there is a daughter in the family who is about to get married.

Originally, Feng Ge really wanted to marry into the palace, but seeing that the day was approaching, the joy in her heart gradually cooled down.

"It's really boring." Feng Ge didn't read the storybook anymore, and after reading too much, she also felt that what it said was what happened in other people's homes, and had nothing to do with her Feng Ge.

After seeing her, I also felt that I would not become such a lovable woman in the inside.

If she doesn't read the script, she can only look at Luohua, but she will get tired of it after a long time. Only when she looks at Nanwu can she concentrate for a long time.

Nan Wu was also looking at her.

Fengge's hair is very long, hanging straight down to her ankles. She sat on the porch with her long hair scattered around her side and intertwined with the hem of her skirt.

If Feng Ge is not smiling, he will look a little blank, without saying anything, just looking at you, there is nothing in his eyes, not even thoughtful.

It's as if when she looks at you, nothing else exists.

Nan Wuhui looked at Feng Ge, the surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that even the wind could be heard swimming from the tiles on the east wall to the blue glass on the west wall.

At this time, they can look at each other for a long time, and Feng Ge's eyelids will drop when she gets tired, and then she reaches out and pulls Nan Wu to ask her to sit down.

Nan Wu also sat down along her body, straightened the loose long hair on the ground, and then leaned Feng Ge in his arms.

While sitting like this that day, the person in charge led a group of maids in.

The two of them were still sitting leaning against each other, and all the servants lowered their eyes, not daring to look directly at them.

Although Dongchi is full of masculinity, it also pays attention to the outline of women's ethics. Such scenes are shameless.

The steward said: "This is a newly made wedding dress. The queen mother in the palace ordered the lady to try it to see if it fits. If it doesn't fit, it can be repaired in time."

There is only one set of clothes, but it is held by more than a dozen maids, and the headgear set is divided into several pieces.

It is said that a woman can only wear red makeup once in her life, and it is said that no matter how ordinary a person looks, when she wears red makeup, she will look like a beautiful woman in a pond.

Feng Ge thinks she is beautiful, and she also wonders how different this wedding dress will be.

She got up and asked the maids to change her.

All the maids got busy, combing the young lady's long hair and black silk, painting her eyebrows and lips, and taking off her clothes for new ones.

The hair is in a bun, the crown is crowned with a phoenix, and the scarlet clothes are coiled with auspicious birds, with blue and white cloud patterns on the hem.

Feng Ge tried on the shoes. The embroidered shoes were thick-soled, and they took off after stepping on them.

She has always liked to walk barefoot, even if she changed her body.

Looking at the mirror, in the mirror, thousands of auspicious red hair is dyed with ink, and the skin is as white as snow.

The length of the front and the short, the width and the narrowness of the body, are exactly the right fit.

Although the person in charge looks good, he still has to ask: "But is there anything that needs to be changed?"

"Let me think about it."

The person in charge didn't know what the lady meant, and he didn't know what to do, he just waited for the lady to say something, but then he heard Feng Ge say: "You go down first, I'll wear it for two days to see."

The steward was shocked: "This dress will be worn on the day of the wedding, if it fits, let someone put it away first."

When the marriage order came down earlier, the clothes began to be made, and it was finally made, and it would be a big deal if it was damaged or wrinkled. .

Feng Ge then stared: "It's just for wearing, what's wrong with it."

The lady of the Xiangfu's family has always been harsh and cruel to the slaves in the mansion, so the steward didn't care what to say, so she had to go down.

Mr. Xiang is busy. Apart from Mr. Xiang, the young lady is the biggest in this mansion, and she has a big head in charge. I can only ask God to bless the young lady not to tear up this wedding dress.

"Nan Wu, is it pretty?"

"Ah."

It's really pretty, but Feng Ge looks good even if she doesn't wear anything, Nan Wu looked at her like this, carefully looked at her from head to toe.

Looking at it, it seems to see such a person wearing a red dress, lying under someone else.

Looking at it, she tightly hugged the person in red in her arms.

Feng Ge was stunned for a moment, it was the first time that Nan Wu didn't take the initiative to surround her without being dragged by her.

Maybe because she likes the way I wear this dress, she gently rests her head on Nan Wu's shoulder.

One hand also slowly wraps around Nan Wu's waist, and the breath she held back a few days ago is also dissipated by her hug.

Feng Ge still wore panties on her head, her face rested on Nan Wu's shoulders, and her eyes could barely see Nan Wu's side face and slender neck.

Nan Wu's hair is not long, and the lower half is slightly gathered behind his head, and the rest of the first floor is sideways behind him, and he is wearing a white gauze.

Nanwu often wears some gray or black clothes, Feng Ge doesn't like it, so she asks her to wear some white, pink, or light yellow clothes.

Today happened to be the same white as the flower color in the courtyard, and the silk hair was darker when she first got it, and the neck was more elegant and slender.

At the beginning, I thought that being happy at night was a blessing in the world, and that skin-to-skin contact and the harmony of fish and water were comforting things.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that the person in front of me suddenly hugged me in such a way, and it was a blessing to be silent.

Nanwu is a little different from the past.

"Nan Wu, you are crying."

Feng Ge didn't know why Nan Wu was crying, he was a little panicked, but also a little relieved.

She turned her hand around Nan Wu's back again, but it was still resting on her shoulder, motionless.

She doesn't say much about this, rarely smiles, and there are always a string of crystal tears hanging on her expressionless cheeks.

The scriptures say that when love is deep, when the heart is moved, the unspeakable words will turn into tears and flow from the eyes.

So she slowly lowered her body and put her ear against Nan Wu's heart.

It took her a while to look up and smile.

Jin Yumian was still shaking slightly on her face, shining brightly: "Nan Wu, you said in your heart that you like me."

Nan Wuwei lowered his head, looked at the person whose ear was still close to his heart, he liked it, how could he not like it.

But you still have to be someone else's woman.

Your crown and phoenix clothes are all very beautiful, but it seems like a hidden weapon that pierces my heart one after another.

As a result, her heart beat violently, and the words in her mouth became more and more astringent. Jane responded to her and said, "I like it."

"Then why are you crying, I can hear you." So Feng Ge gently raised her slender finger to help her wipe the tears off her face.

Then she put her hand on the scar slowly, Feng Ge took a closer look at the scar, she had actually seen it many times, this time she suddenly asked: "How did it come about?"

Such a deep scar: "Nan Wu, I told you everything, but you didn't tell me anything."

I didn't even say where it came from, I just know that you are different from others.

You don't look like a maid at all.

How can there be a maid who always straightens her back like you.

How can there be a maid like you who always touches her waist.

How can there be a maid like you who doesn't like to laugh and is not good at talking.

It can't be said that at this moment when Nan Wu was in a daze, his tearful eyes were once again covered with a layer of dust.

Feng Ge's head rested on Nan Wu's shoulder again: "If you don't like it, don't talk about it."

I'm still up to you, if you like it, you like it, if you don't like it, you don't like it.

"Help me take this thing off my head, it's very heavy."

So he helped her to sit down in front of the dressing table, and took down the crowns that were put together one by one.

Feng Ge picked up the suits that were neatly placed on the table, looked at this one, touched that one, then she suddenly turned to look at Nan Wu, and then looked at the things inside.

She said, "Nan Wu, I want to see what you look like in your wedding dress."

These things, when watching the waitress handle them, put them one by one, which is very simple, but she can't even trim her hair.

But Feng Ge was not easy to let go of it once he got his hands on it. After tossing and tossing for a long time, he finally put the crown and shorts on Nan Wu's hair one by one.

The person turned around again, he was dressed in white jade and covered with gold and jade jewels, although it had a special flavor, something was wrong after all.

So he took off the red clothes again and put them on for Nan Wu.

Even though there was a prominent scar on his face, most of it was covered up by the gold jade pendant this time.

Then she tilted her head to her lips again, wrapping the cinnabar on her lips.

So this kind of red makeup can be regarded as reluctantly accomplished.

Feng Ge supported Nan Wuzhuan on the bronze mirror. It was sunset outside, and there was a golden scene of the sunset stretching inside and outside.

Nan Wu got up, and saw a woman in the mirror, with a long figure, her face was half covered with gold and jade, her collar was embroidered and threaded, and her gorgeous shirt color reflected the brilliance of the sunset.

I almost didn't even recognize myself.

"So pretty."

Feng Ge suddenly regretted that his handwriting was not good enough, he couldn't even draw a portrait, otherwise he would have drawn a picture of Nan Wu.

Must not.

He refused to return the clothes to the steward and took them away.

The manager was in a hurry to turn around, the clothes were taken out of the palace, they had to be enshrined in the Buddhist hall to be illuminated by the Bodhisattva, and they had to be enshrined with incense inside and out, how could I just give it to you, Miss, to wear every day.

Although it was the young lady who was messing around, but when Xiangye asked, he must also say that he is not good at handling things.

Because of this level, the steward is howling in the courtyard, but it can't be like this.

Especially seeing that body was actually worn by a female waitress, half of the soul was lost.

This big wedding dress is all about a wedding dress. If it is worn by a pariah slave, it is not a crime of blasphemy to send it to the king at that time.

"You do something for me, and when it's done, I'll return this wedding dress to you."

"Miss, please order." The steward bumped his head to the ground, hey, who are you, Miss Xiangfu's family, what you want to do is not a matter of a word.

"Go get me a portraitist."

It's a big headache to be in charge, after the big wedding, the residence of the girl's family is that even her own father can't move in, let alone a man from outside.

"Didn't you just agree?"

The daughter of the prime minister's mansion is so eccentric and tricky, she has always been strict with her servants, the manager thought about it a little bit and agreed: "But outsiders should not stay in the mansion for a long time, the lady must let him finish painting and return the clothes to the servants." .”

So on the second day, Nan Wu was asked to wear the red wedding dress again and sit in front of the porch.

Or to avoid suspicion, the painter invited by the manager was an elderly man with a gray beard and loose hair, a casual person.

Set up a table five or six steps away from the corridor to draw, and look at the sky.

At this time, it was the afternoon of the second day, and the sky was still as warm as before with the breeze, and the flowers were flying.

The painter picked up the brush and went to spread the color, and the wetness on the paper slowly smeared, and the vermilion penetrated the paper.

Feng Ge sat by the side with her knees hugged and looked at Nan Wu in a daze, until the artist came up to take the outline painting and asked, "Do you want to add this mark on the face or not?"

"Of course I want it."

Otherwise, it still looks like her Nanwu.

So the painter backed away and went to paint the pair of eyes that were like dark pools of water under the golden jade beads.

The edge of the eyes slowly moistened a faint dark brown on the transparent white paper, and sighed.

Added a flaw to the stunning beauty.

It was night when it was completed, and the artist asked Miss Feng Ge to take a good look at it.

There is an elegant house in Jingyuan, with a transparent porch under the eaves, and a cushion of yellow paulownia wood, on which sits a woman in a red dress slightly blowing in the wind.

The person in the painting is looking straight ahead, with deep dark eyes, sitting upright, with hands respectfully placed in front of him, aloof and extraordinary, imitating the state of being out of this world, only a woman beside her has long hair around her body, with her hands clasped With her head resting on her knees, she stared slightly at the person in red from the side, as if the thousands of flowers and trees around her couldn't get her eyes.

Feng Ge was a little surprised when he saw that he was also included in the painting, but he smiled again: "You old man, you are quite good at painting."

But this is not always good, how come I am so far away from Nanwu.

So the painter was not allowed to leave, and had to draw another one.

The painter is also idle, there are not many people in the world who can enter, and there are not many people who can match such beautiful scenery.

So I turned on the lamp again and continued painting.

However, the sky has darkened, and the painting is still the same corridor and garden scene, only the people in the scene have changed.

Still dressed in red, only the sitting person leaned back slightly, holding a woman in a pale green gauze in his arms.

The two of them put their hands together in front of them, and the woman in front of her had long hair covering her red dress, she turned her head to one side and smiled.

"Nan Wu, that's all right, you hold me."

I don't want to sit by and watch you.

"it is good."

This time the painting is a bit hazy, not as bright and colorful as the previous one.

"It's like this in the night. When the scene is dark, the scene of people is heavy."

The painter Ru pointed to the somewhat splashed ink and colorful picture and gave a brief explanation.

Lanterns are placed on both sides of the upper corridor in the picture, illuminating the two faces like jade rings under the moon, but the whole body, whether it is clothes or the flowers and trees in the courtyard, is heavily ink-painted and looks gloomy.

"It's good if you can see people clearly." Feng Ge took the painting over carefully, and put it in his room to dry in small steps.

Both paintings were displayed, and there were two people in both paintings.

The painter went out, and after a while, the manager came and said, "Miss, this dress should be taken off for the slave."

"Who cares, you will give it to you later."

But at this very moment, suddenly there was the sound of corrugated crumbling against the wall, and a gleaming silver blade was punched in through the falling flowers.

Nan Wu dodged it sideways, rushed into the garden in a few steps, and used the nearby branches to cross the wall that he was about to jump to.

I tore a piece.

The heart of the steward who chased after him was torn to pieces.

Hearing the voice, Nan Wu had no choice but to give up, instead of chasing outside, he turned his head and glanced at the clothes.

The back swing is already cracked.

The manager was about to cry, holding the wedding dress that Nan Wu had taken off, and rushed out.

Shaking his head while walking: "Big fierce, big fierce."

But how dare you tell others about such things, you can only ask people to make up for it secretly without teaching others to see it.

It's really hard to wait for the daughter of the Prime Minister's mansion.

But it was really dangerous just now, who dared to commit murder in the Prime Minister's residence.

Nan Wu took the sharp blade, which was only three inches long, from the beam frame under the porch, and thought to himself in his palm.

Feng Ge was startled at first, but he didn't care who did what, he just said: "You just ran very fast."

Also very nice.

I almost saw running up to the wall, how could the waitress have such a good skill, she was so neat.

The moonlight slowly crept in from the corridor and the moon in the sky was about to be full. When the moon was full, it was the time for the daughter of the Xiangfu family to enter the palace.

Master Xiang finally came out with a bit of a fatherly look, and sat on the porch, almost crying.

"I'm just a daughter like you, I really can't bear it."

Originally, he wanted to say something about parting, but his daughter had always been ungrateful, and she really got it, so she opened her mouth and said, "Then I won't marry."

Master Xiang put back his tears: "You are going to marry into the palace on the night of the full moon, how can you just say that you will never get married."

As her father, she always said one thing but actually did another, Feng Ge originally felt reluctant to give up, seeing her like this, he hummed and said: "Obviously I have entered the palace and you can come to see me often. "

"How can it be, let alone daddy is busy, you are the king's woman when you enter the harem, and I can only see you once on Christmas day." Xiangye was really emotional when he said this, and he was the only one under his knees. One vein, no matter how rare it is to see in one's lifetime, the old tears really flooded.

"Father is not sad, I will come to see you secretly."

Those scriptures all say that, there are always women in the palace who are sometimes so lonely that they will sneak out of the palace in disguise.

Xiangye Feng Zengnian almost choked to death when he heard this. The baby's mother left early. He was really ashamed for neglecting to discipline his daughter in order to get promoted.

But she was even more worried about what this unfilial daughter would do to punish the nine clans: "As a woman, marrying her husband and obeying her husband is like this for ordinary people, let alone a princess, you can't be so willful in the palace."

After all, it's my own flesh and blood, I'm really worried, after all, Chi Yu is the king of a country, he is decisive and shrewd in his actions, and he acts according to the overall situation, Fengge's temperament is easy to cause trouble.

But if you don't marry, you can't do it. This is the prince. Besides, looking at the whole Zhucheng, few of the nobles dare to marry her notorious daughter.

He waved his hand and called a nanny who was about forty years old: "She will be here to teach you the things to pay attention to at the wedding these two days, and she will teach you how to serve the king and adapt to the palace when you enter the palace. rule."

"Nan Wu also wants to enter the palace with me."

Feng Ge even put the scissors aside this time, anyway, as long as her father doesn't agree, she will come to scare him as usual.

Unexpectedly, Feng Zengnian didn't even look at Nanwu this time, so he moved his beard and said, "Okay."

"Really?"

"Really, you can be obedient when you get married."

In this way, I just waited for the wedding to come, watching the moon getting fuller day by day, and the colors of the flowers under the moon getting darker day by day.

When the color of the flowers becomes incomparably brilliant, it happens to be the flowering period and the flowers are in full bloom.

On the night before the wedding, Feng Ge slowly rolled up the two paintings that were hanging to dry.

Both paintings are as wide as three feet, and they are also very heavy.

She carefully handed it to Nan Wu and said, "Put it in a box, and bring it into the palace tomorrow."

Nan Wu looked down at the two scrolls of paintings, nodded and said yes.

I found a long box from the next room, wider than three feet, and put it away.

"Do you have anything to bring into the palace?" Feng Ge lay in Nanwu's arms, thinking that Nanwu didn't seem to bring anything when he entered the palace.

where are you from?

Where will it go?

Still stay.

Nan Wu said, "No."

There is nothing to bring, only a mission, and Feng Ge also imitated her word.

Then the two hugged each other, Fengsong said: "If I enter the palace, I won't be able to sleep with you all the time."

She also inadvertently slowly realized that there are not many bad things to happen in the palace, maybe the palace pavilion is more open, or she doesn't need to listen to the gossip that has long been tired of in the mansion.

But she can't sleep with Nan Wu anymore.

Of course the princess slept with the monarch, so where would Nan Wu be at that time.

"Chi Yu...will do that kind of thing to me." The storybook always said that if you like someone, you will only give him your body.

If it were her and Chi Yu, it would not be Nan Wu alone, and if they liked it, they would not really like it.

These truths are really tricky, Feng Ge felt that Nan Wu's body was stiff.

"Come on, I know you can."

You can definitely do it. If you can jump to the top of the wall with three or five kicks, why do you want to succumb to this place?

"Otherwise, if you enter the palace with me, you will have to watch me do that with others."

There was no self-willedness in the voice, no orders, and even a little begging.

Nan Wu hugged her tightly, very tight, they embraced each other, almost wanting to enter each other's heart.

She said with difficulty: "Okay."

Just thinking about such a soft body being pressed down by someone, she felt that she couldn't care less.

Can't care less.