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The two of them were alone in the room, with candlelight, orchids, and slightly open windows.

Xuan pulled Mu Mu and hugged her tightly. He whispered to her with a smile, "You've become thinner. Have you not eaten yet?"

"Yes." Mu Mu's face was red as he smelled the faint fragrance of the plum blossom on his body. His palms began to sweat.

"Xuan, I'm not wearing a kimono, are you really okay?"

Wood lowered his head. He felt that he was too willful. If he did not wear a plaid or a kimono, it would not be polite and cause others to criticize him.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. I said not to wear it! No one dares to force you to do something you don't like. " Xuan cupped her face and looked at it evenly, her eyes filled with pity and doting.

"Xuan, thank you for always following my character."

"Hoh, don't thank me. You are my new wife. I don't love you, so who dotes on you?"

As he spoke, Xuan carried her and sat her down. "On his lap, he picked up the rice porridge on the table and said," "Why haven't you eaten yet?" " "Yes, I'll eat it later."

"I'll feed you." "Pfft, don't, I'm not a child …"

"Come on, I like to feed you …" A dazzling smile appeared on his face as he looked into her eyes. Deep within her starry eyes, there was a bright and beautiful light that was as soft as water. The light surged as if it was about to flow out …

Xuan Xiaochao scooped up a spoonful and blew on the hot air. He brought it in front of the wooden log, his face filled with sweetness. "Wood, her face red, gently opened her mouth and swallowed it.

However, in her mind appeared the shadow of another person, lurking deep and shallow, imprinted into a long memory.

One mouthful after another, Mu Mu felt that this meal had been going on for a long time. It felt like a long journey through the deep sea...

There was no land to land.

She did not reject Xuan. She always felt that they had known each other for a long time, that they understood each other very well, and that there was no barrier between them.

The next day, New Year's Day. The wood was once again changed into the tedious 12 simple clothes: the pink two-layer brocade peony pattern tang Yi, light yellow. The skirt painted by the Three Bird Pine bloomed layer by layer like a magnificent flower. Ree; gradually from shallow, the transition to a strong five-coat color, the reflection of a person's entire body. Her eyes were as graceful and elegant as those of a spoiled child. Beautiful peony flowers bloomed beautifully and ethereally.

Xue'er gave her a day. The make-up of the era of peace: silky black hair and black hair; delicate, snow-white, peach face; cherry-red, pink-stained lips, lightly pursed; eyes that were filled with water, shining with helplessness … Mu Mu was dressed in a brocade kimono and had a charming picture scroll. The moment he appeared, he immediately attracted everyone's attention. Rising.

Today, Xuan was also a full day. "The clothes worn by the men of the Peace era: winter straight clothes with pearl-colored floating butterfly patterns, a low tasseled hat, a white fox fur coat around his shoulders, a body of snow-white clothes, beautiful appearance, as if he were a fairy, a combination of chilliness and purity, warm and gentle.

Afternoon. The sunlight was faint and the purple rattan flowers on the tasseled crown made his face look like a jade sculpture. His tall nose and thin lips were red and plump like the cherry blossoms blooming in the morning …

Dazzling, stepping on the red carpet, they calmly walked over and pulled the wooden hands, moving forward together. The afterglow of the sun shone behind them, sprinkling onto the ground.

Meryl was dressed in a dark red kimono, hiding in layer after layer of airtight tents. The afterimages of the light flickered, and her eyes were filled with the red glow of resentful sabers. The rose petals on her delicate hands were trampled by her once again … Red plum juice seeped into her sleeves...

At the same time as he hurt others, he also hurt himself …

The surroundings were completely surrounded by a black mass of people, like a huge mountain pressing down on one another. There were streams of people moving about, the fragrance of sandalwood wafting in the air, and a few misty tents …

Today, he was going to kneel before his ancestors and pray for the sacrifice. Mu Mu felt dizzy, and his heart was in pain. He kneeled down, kowtowed, toasted, and toasted. That long and drawn-out kimono was so troublesome that he almost tripped himself over it several times …

Seeing that Mu Mu Mu was so tired, Xuan told Xue'er to send her back to her room to rest.

Passing through the winding and elegant corridor, they arrived at a rather elegant and luxurious room. All the furnishings in the room were all rare and well-known. They were made in an exquisite and exquisite manner; the colors used around them matched well with the elegance and elegance; one could see that the master had put a lot of effort and imagination into this room.