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Three days later, Sima Yan turned over habitually, and the familiar warm touch disappeared from the pillow. The long black hair was plated with a light layer of gold.

Not far away, the leaves of the elm tree that had grown for more than a hundred years were rustled by the wind, and the golden light spots jumped on Song Zi's deep clothes with cranes painted along with the mottled and shaking shadows. When the wind picked up, Sima Yan stared blankly. , Breeding the illusion that the young man will become a fairy at any time and ride the wind away.

He reached out to reach the light and shadow, but Song Zi was so far away from him, he couldn't reach it anyway: "Xiao Qi!"

This sound was three parts wronged, three parts disturbed, and four parts desolate, which naturally alarmed the young man in the light and shadow, and Song Zi immediately turned around: "Ayan, are you awake?"

As soon as he spoke, the latter was about to stagger towards him. Seeing Sima Yan's left foot tripping over his right foot, and about to fall off the bed, Song Zi hurriedly stepped forward, and promptly supported the one who was about to fall. Emperor: "Why are you so careless?"

Sima Yan grabbed the hem of Song Zi's clothes, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his voice was panicked: "I just dreamed that you were angry with me, don't want me anymore."

He raised his neck, his eyes were wet, not the pitiful feeling of an abandoned little milk dog, but the sky when the storm came, the rain was about to fall, the mist was foggy, and it was like dark gray mist, melancholy Fragile, looking soft and harmless, it instantly covers everything in it and devours it.

Song Zi patted him on the back lightly, comforting him like smoothing a cat's fur: "Dreams are always reversed, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."

At this moment, the emperor turned into a golden vine, clinging tightly to the big tree Song Zi, greedily absorbing nutrients, and he complained: "Really, you won't call me when you wake up."

"It's my fault. I see you are sleeping soundly. Thinking of Ah Yan's hard work, I don't have the heart to wake you up."

The young man is like a god and Buddha walking in a rainy night. The wind and rain are reluctant to fall on him. The god glanced at the sky, and his whole body exuded a warm golden light. An erratic heart fell steadily. "

Sima Yan didn't want to part with him, he just snuggled up to Song Zi quietly to refresh his mind, and after coming over for a while, he said reluctantly, "Xiao Qi, is your vacation coming to an end tomorrow?"

Officials in this dynasty take a bath once every five days. Song Zi didn’t take a rest for a full month. He saved up four days of vacation, and now he has given it off for three days. Obviously, the days before were so difficult, but now the emperor feels that time flies, especially It was Xiaoqi who did nothing, turned away everything and stayed with him for the past few days, it was like a fleeting moment, as soon as he opened and closed his eyes, the time of three days was gone.

"No, there are still four days off."

The emperor opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Really, am I dreaming, Xiao Qi didn't lie to me, did he?"

Song Zi couldn't help laughing: "Why would I lie to you with this kind of thing, Ah Yan really has a muddled life, look at the clothes I'm wearing, do you remember anything?"

It was fine if he didn't say this, but when he said Sima Yan, he complained softly: "Why are you dressed like this today?"

Song Zi lowered his head: "Isn't it good-looking?" He thought that he would look good in white, and this dress was not pure white either. Clouds were embroidered with gold thread, and then the wings were embroidered with black and red. The crane, the embroiderer's embroidery is amazing, this dress looks like a splashed ink landscape painting.

Sima Yan straightened up slightly, he rarely saw Song Zi wearing such pure white clothes: "It looks good, but this crane flies so high, I'm afraid it will come back to life, so I carried Xiao Qi to the sky."

"Chunqing Xiahong, Qiubai Dongxuan, you forgot, the day after tomorrow will be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Japan should wear this color in autumn."

Although it is already mid-August, the weather is still very hot. The autumn tiger has been playing for several days in a row, which means that the night and morning will be cooler.

Song Zi stroked Sima Yan's icy hands, and told him intimately: "The temperature difference between day and night is large, and you are prone to get sick. Ah Yan should take better care of himself."

Sima Yan said: "With Xiaoqi here, you will take good care of me, right? You won't leave me, right?"

"That's right, that's right, I'm not going anywhere, just stay by Ah Yan's side." After saying this a thousand times, Song Zi almost formed a conditioned reflex.

Only then did Sima Yan realize how the extra three-day vacation came about. He found that he had forgotten a very important festival: "Why is it Mid-Autumn Festival, I feel that Qixi Festival has not yet passed."

"Why haven't you celebrated Qixi Festival?" Song Zi coughed softly, "Isn't Qixi Festival this year during the wedding leave? Wait until next year, next year we must have a good time."

The child was discovered in early June, and he went to the Summer Resort in mid-June. He was poisoned and stayed in bed for two days, and then returned to the capital. Two days after the big wedding, it was Qixi Festival. It was their first marriage, and they basically didn't get out of bed for the first three days.

It's normal to miss it. Begging for coincidences on the Qixi Festival and meeting on the magpie bridge are basically the days of unmarried men and women. They are already married, so there is no need to join in the fun. The women in the palace do join in privately, but who Dare to disturb the emperor.When the muddle-headed days of being shameless and impetuous and not allowing casual descriptions are over, Qixi Festival will pass.

"You forgot, the end of the holiday is the Hungry Ghost Festival, now that it's been a full month, it's naturally the Mid-Autumn Festival."

The official holidays of Dajin are not bad. There are about [-] days off in one year, and there are three days in Mid-autumn festival. There are five days off in Chinese New Year: "Ah Yan, I have something to discuss with you. OK?"

With the sudden addition of three days off, the emperor's mood immediately improved, and his voice raised a lot: "Xiaoqi, tell me, as long as it is not too much, I will promise you."

"Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunion. I think that my sister will come back that day. I spend it with my parents and sister every year." He added, "I want you to go with me."

It's certainly not good to stay in the palace with Ah Yan and the child during this kind of reunion, but Song Zi felt that he had no conscience if he didn't spend it with his family.Although his father and mother are still very young, but such an important festival as the Mid-Autumn Festival is celebrated every year.

In his previous life, young people who had left their hometowns would rush back to their hometowns to spend the holidays with their families: "Our family is only four people, if I are missing, Ah Yan is missing, and the food in your stomach is missing Children, how deserted."

The emperor didn't immediately agree, but he didn't say no: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is a good day, but Xiaoqi isn't worried that your parents are uncomfortable?"

Song Zi said: "We are a married couple, and we will be together for the rest of our lives. Ah Yan went there as my partner, not as the emperor."

Of course the emperor could call all the Song family into the palace to accompany him, but in that case, Song Zi could think that his parents would be uncomfortable, but going to the place where he usually lives, on the territory of the Song family, his parents would feel It will be much better.

"Ah Yan treats me so well, and I'm never afraid of whether you're right." In fact, it's a matter of attitude. If Sima Yan puts on the emperor's airs and treats him with the attitude of a court, Song Zi will definitely not be able to stand it.

"Because of Xu Li's incident, I couldn't go back properly. Don't you want to see where I live? It's just right to go back now. We'll just stay at the residence for one night, and return to the palace after a day."

When Sima Yan heard this, there was no one who would not agree, and immediately agreed: "Okay, I want to see the place where Xiao Qi lived before."

Song Zi accompanied Sima Yan to finish his breakfast, and waited for the emperor to finish eating before he said, "Ayan, I have to go out for a while, you deal with political affairs first, and I'll be back in a while."

The emperor was not happy: "It's not that the vacation is not over yet, Xiao Qi said that he would not leave me."

"I'll go to the Political Affairs Hall and tell my father so that he won't take you back suddenly. He's not prepared." Some words are not suitable to be entrusted to others, it is better for him to say it himself.

"It's hard to walk." The emperor said, "I'll accompany Xiao Qi on the imperial drive, and you can go to the political affairs hall."

Song Zi was a little dumbfounded, this was too clingy.

The emperor plausibly said: "There are a lot of affairs in autumn. The next time such a holiday will be the winter solstice, when the children will be born. No matter how nice Xiao Qi said, he will definitely be distracted to another person. Such a holiday is so precious, I I just want Xiao Qi to spend more time with me, and just stay with me like this..."

"Okay, okay, take advantage of it, I'll just say a few words and come out."

"You bastard, what do you think?" Song Mingcheng felt uncomfortable when he heard that the emperor was coming. He spent a lot of effort, but he just reluctantly accepted his son as queen.

"Ayan agreed, and it's so rare for our family to be reunited. In the future, my sister will also have a family. I don't know if we can be reunited every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival in the future."

After his mother gave birth to them, he seldom went back to her mother's house, and only went back during the Chinese New Year. The family of four spent the Mid-Autumn Festival together, and his grandmother was there when he was young, but after his grandmother passed away, his mother would not be there either. This kind of important festival takes them to their grandmother's house, but they will ask the housekeeper to send gifts.

"Okay, I'll go back and talk to your mother."

"Father, take it easy and show your courteous aura, as long as you treat Ah Yan as my wife." Song Zi asked him, "Is sister back yet?"

When mentioning his daughter, Song Mingcheng's expression softened slightly: "Your sister came back last night."

Song Zi breathed a sigh of relief: "Then let sister have a good rest."

"As a father, I don't feel more distressed than you. Go and go. You are on vacation, but I am still busy." This son was born to collect debts, and Song Mingcheng was impatient to chase away customers, and he was even more busy before the vacation.

Song Zi went to the Zhengshitang, and when he came back, he found that there was another person beside the emperor who was parked outside. It was approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival. also came back.