Skillfully cut the flags to win the test of Silla, and paint them with colors and gold to make moths fly.
From then on, I have no time for scissors for a month, and there are many needlework in my boudoir.
The light snow gradually stopped, the moonlight was full, and the courtyard was as clear as water. Wang Sizhi was sitting in the pavilion. She only applied a little makeup, but she was extremely beautiful. She was wearing a princess dress with gold embroidery, which symbolized her status, and a snow-white fox fur coat. The night wind blew, and the folds of the skirt flowed like moonlight and poured to the ground. Her waist-length green silk hair was pulled up high and inserted into a phoenix-shaped hairpin with gold tassels at the end, and her voice was as crisp as broken jade.
Wang Sizhi, who has always had a temperament like "hibiscus emerging from clear water", is now as graceful and graceful as a phoenix in the sky. Even if he stands on the city wall and stands motionless, the viewer will be as depressed as the mountains, and the world will feel depressed for a long time.
Guiliu finally woke up in a daze, rolled around on the bed a few times, thinking that it was almost time for the New Year's Eve dinner, so she quickly woke up, called Qingxue to help her on the couch, Jin Zhi washed her hands, and Taozhi changed her clothes. After everything was settled, he took out the golden crown from the dowry, walked straight out of the court, and whispered: "You go now. I will come later."
Guiliu came to the courtyard with the golden crown and saw the graceful Wang Sizhi from a distance. He was fascinated by it without realizing it. He suddenly felt that he was not worthy of wearing the four-clawed python robe.
Wang Sizhi saw him coming this way from a distance. When he entered the pavilion, she leaned the heating stove in the middle of the table and asked, "Drinking so much wine with those maids."
Gei Liu, wearing a thick black fox fur, sat down next to her and said, "How much wine can those little maids drink? It's been a long time since I've been drunk. Is it rare that you don't have a good time during the New Year?"
Guiliu turned around and stared at her face, speechless for a long time. Suddenly, she was fascinated and whispered softly: "It smells so good."
Wang Sizhi's heart tightened and she quickly stayed away from him.
"Your face is covered with makeup, I won't bite you." Guiliu put the golden crown on the stone table and said in a commanding tone: "Put it on for me."
Wang Sizhi said with a smile: "Didn't you just call the maids to wash and change clothes? Now you want me to tie your hair and wear a crown. Your Highness is really wet with rain and dew."
Guiliu let out a long oh, "Are you wearing it or not?"
Wang Sizhi said nothing, picked up the wooden comb and combed Gui Liu's wind-blown hair, then tied his hair gently, carefully held up the golden crown admired by everyone in the world with both hands, and gently put it on for him, and finally Plug in a simple peach heart hairpin.
She took a few steps back and carefully looked at the godly-looking man in front of her. She suddenly felt a little unhappy. Was her dress really worthy of such a good-looking man? Would she be criticized by the world?
The two of them had exactly the same worries, but little did they know that in the eyes of the world, they were a rare couple of gods and immortals.
"do not move."
Guiliu whispered, stood up and walked behind her.
He hugged her gently and said gently: "What you go back to is home, and what you can't go back to is home. I know that."
Wang Sizhi closed his eyes. Her voice was as soft as a little raccoon slave's, "You're pretty good at lying. I thought you were really drunk."
Without any warning, Gui Liu's five fingers sank slightly and pinched her plump part hard. Wang Si Zhi murmured faintly, leaning her head back against his chest, her red lips parted lightly, her charming eyes as silk.
Geiliu stared intently at the alluring red lips that breathed out like blue, and bit down hard like a wild beast.
Wang Sizhi immediately let out a muffled groan and her legs trembled. If the man hadn't held her tightly in his arms, she would have collapsed and knelt down.
After a long time, the two people who were inseparable finally parted ways.
Wang Sizhi took off the white fox fur covering his body, took a deep breath of cold air, and tried his best to regain his composure.
Guiliu tilted his head and said with a smile: "I've eaten up all the fat in my mouth, why don't you replenish it?"
Wang Sizhi said nothing, walked back into the hall alone, bit a scarlet slice again, took another deep breath, and then completely suppressed his restlessness.
She calmly returned to Giliu and said, "The time has come, let's go."
If the reunion dinner is about warmth and reunion, then there is only one word for the New Year's Eve dinner, and that is "luxury". Of course, the grand banquet that followed interpreted the word "luxury" to the extreme.
Delicious delicacies from the mountains and sea, and wine from the marigold. Qin Fang and Gui Qi sat in the main seats, Gui Qing and Hu Meizi sat on the right, the empty seats on the left were reserved for the prince and the princess, and then there were the three maids Qingxue Taozhi Jinzhi.
Everyone has arrived except Guiliu and Wang Sizhi.
Suddenly there was a crackling sound of firecrackers outside the door, a red pop-up window broke, and two figures stepped across the threshold at the same time. One was wearing a gold embroidered python robe and black fur, the other was wearing a gold embroidered cloud and dragon pattern and white fur, one was wearing a gold crown, and the other was wearing a wind-pierced head. hairpin.
Qin Fang joked: "What you wear is so majestic. Your Majesty and I are both ashamed."
Guiliu said with a smile, "Mom, give Si Zhi the big red phoenix robe. Dad, you might as well give your son the dragon robe and crown."
Qin Fang glared at him, "You're so outrageous, why don't you sit down quickly!"
Gui Liu curled his lips. Such an action made Qin Fang notice the clues, and he quietly slapped Gui Qi beside him with his arm.
Hu Meizi blinked and looked at Gui Liu, and at a glance she saw the residual lipstick on her mouth.
He just finished eating Wang Sizhi and forgot to wipe his mouth.
Geiliu could tell that something was wrong in the atmosphere. Why were all the eyes focused on him? He pursed his lips subconsciously, and immediately a sweetness softened in his mouth.
Wang Sizhi also thought of the fact that he forgot to wipe his mouth, his face immediately turned red, and he was a little shy and did not dare to look up.
The atmosphere was very wrong. Qin Fang was still smiling like a fox. Gui Qi had no choice but to cough heavily and said, "I started to eat with chopsticks, but it got cold after a while."
The chopsticks flowed like a sword, instantly grabbing the fattest crescent meat of the mandarin fish and melting it in your mouth.
Not to be outdone, Geiqi directly inserted her chopsticks into the sauce-drenched Sixi meatballs and swallowed them in one gulp.
The dinner table war between father and son was already commonplace for others, but Qin Fang continued to pick up food for each of her daughters, showing no favoritism to anyone.
While the family was enjoying the New Year's Eve dinner happily, a young Taoist priest quietly left Qintian Prison, left the palace city and the imperial city, stepped outside the capital, and came to a small and remote village in the capital.
He stopped in front of a family's mud house, and through the papered windows, he saw the familiar busy figure.
Are you making dumplings? He wanted to know and wanted to take a step forward, but stopped.
Light snow began to fall in the sky again, and it melted as soon as it hit the ground, covering the shoulders of the young Taoist priest. The weak candlelight shines through the window, reflecting the light whiteness of the snow. He sits on the ground and calmly looks at the figure that sometimes moves and sometimes stays, his face is calm, neither happy nor sad.
I remember one year, when a young ancestor of the Immortal family was at his most energetic, he traveled through secular dynasties and met that green woman as delicate and pretty as an oriole in the endless countryside.
That year the flowers bloomed just right, that year the summer cicadas were noisy, that year the wind blew the wheat waves, that year the snow was heavy on the shoulders, that year he met her.
I just forgot which year it was.
For the sake of the road, he killed her by mistake and never left his own prison for decades. Why reach the top? Is there anything more ruthless in this world than pursuing the great road?
The young Taoist priest closed his eyes tightly, dwelling on the past years, gritting his teeth, and unknowingly burst into tears.
Suddenly, his whole body trembled as if he had been hit hard.
Behind him, a woman touched his back softly and timidly, and said in a very soft voice, "It's freezing cold, come to my house to keep warm."
The young Taoist priest did not dare to turn around and look at her, and shook his head desperately.
Upon seeing this, the woman went back to the house first, then brought out a bowl of steaming hot mutton dumplings and said softly: "Let's have a bowl of dumplings during the Chinese New Year."
The young Taoist priest seemed to have summoned up great courage and raised his head to look at her. In an instant, his inner demons were in full swing.
Women became ugly creatures in his eyes. And he wears a lotus crown on his head, holds an immortal sword in one hand, and a dharma seal in the other.
But this time, his eyes were blurry with tears, and he just shook his head and whispered softly: "I have a bad conscience, so I can't let it go."
He adjusted the tip of the sword and stabbed himself in the heart.
The inner demon was wiped out, leaving only the woman holding soup dumplings in her hands, her eyes a little confused, and asked: "How can you cry?"
The young Taoist priest shook his head and smiled, "Happy New Year."
The woman was a little shy, blushed, and whispered, "Happy New Year."
The young Taoist priest then remembered, quickly took the dumplings, and started eating on the floor at the woman's gentle urging. The woman squatted on the ground and stared at him quietly, and suddenly said softly: "Have I... seen you?"
The young Taoist priest seemed to be choking, lowered his head and shook his head desperately.
The woman was a little helpless and anxious, "Why are you crying again?"
The young Taoist wolfed down the food and said in a trembling voice, "The dumplings are so delicious."
The woman put her chin in her hands and said with a happy smile: "Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."
The young Taoist priest nodded solemnly and still devoured the food.
Once upon a time, no matter whether it was cold or hot, spring or autumn, there was a Taoist priest who would go to her place to eat a bowl of steaming hot mutton dumplings after finishing boxing in the early morning. And she often just sat quietly, watching him gobble it up, smiling without saying a word.
He stayed with her until her parents died.
After settling the funeral affairs that day, he asked her if she would like to stay away from the world and become a Taoist monk.
She was heartbroken at that time, so she said, "Okay."
That happened many years ago to the young Taoist priest, but it happened to the woman in her previous life.
Reunion of life and death.
