However, in that calm and cold heart like autumn water, there is enthusiasm like scorching warmth, Meihong wants to touch it, to touch his heart, to feel the warmth of the ice.

As a wife, as a person who spends her life together, we must think about it and have a close relationship with her.

These are all taught by the mother.

‘I can, really get close to him! ’

The girl is very confident. It was a gift from her painful childhood.

If you lose, you will gain. Her childhood was miserable and sentimental, but that miserable childhood also brought her confidence and strength that no one else has.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom, the spring breeze is blowing, there is a little bit of cold, Meihong leaned against him unknowingly, and the small breeze blew by Xuan'er, and the peach petals accompanied by Feng'er's company, leisurely The floating down.

The pink peach blossoms set off the beauty's cheeks, adding a touch of charm to her brocade and kimono.

"Is my sister red and cold?"

The slender and gentle voice is obviously a man, but the fingers are slender. If the master playing the guzheng, gently pluck the petals from her condensed long hair.

"I'm not cold..." Meihong shook her head gently, her white fingers tightened her new clothes tightly, "This dress is very warm."

Liang Yiluo smiled, holding a peach blossom between her index finger and middle finger, and released her hand under Meihong's incomprehensible gaze.

The peach blossoms fall, yearning for the muddy land, looking forward to turning into spring mud tonight.

Crimson is happy, like a sun-warm kimono sleeve, Meihong faintly stretched out a hand, intercepted the path of peach blossom, and took it to her hand.

"Human faces are peach blossoms against each other..."

Liang Yiluo laughed, accompanied by the fragrant wind of peach blossoms, and rolled up his generous imperial robe, and rolled up the flowers in Meihong's hands.

In this way, relying on the emptiness of the wind, Liang Yi dropped both hands and sleeves, and moved forward, the soft hairline of the temples, swaying, across the air, across Meihong's heart.

Meihong quickly followed him, with a slight envy in her heart.

His hair is really beautiful.

Meihong suffocated, and suddenly felt that the word beauty shouldn't be used on men. She was a little embarrassed, but she couldn't find other words to replace it.

"Meihong is literate? Have you learned knowledge?"

In vain, Liang Yiluo turned around, his eyes burning, scared Mei Hong jumped.

She lowered her head embarrassedly, and whispered softly, "I know all the words, but I haven't read any books."

"Although female ignorance is virtue, Meihong, you are not the kind of person who follows the rules. We have plenty of time. I will teach you some knowledge in your spare time."

"Okay!"

Meihong is overjoyed, she has long been yearning for the gorgeous world in the book.

"For thousands of years, there will always be one or two hundred years of loneliness. Knowledge, when you are alone, is a necessity to live."

Liang Yiluo said softly, a little sad and a little cold.

Meihong tilted her head and listened to him, and she didn't understand. But I felt empty in my heart inexplicably, as if the words of Liang Yi Luo were showing something.

Why, be alone?

If you are alone, Meihong can also accompany you.

The more Mei Hong thought about it, the more sad she was, and she quickly threw these out of her little head.

She blinked, her tone a little hesitant, but when she thought of Liang Yiluo, she would say if there is a gap between the two, her heart warmed, "Master Liang Yi, what you read before is a poem from Datang ?"

"Oh? I didn't expect Meihong to know this. I thought you only knew the waka here." Liang Yiluo teased and groaned a little, "...I am the man from the Tang Dynasty, and the poetry there. Naturally understand."

"It turns out that Lord Liangyi is the one who went to the country." Meihong's tone was a little envious. From the perspective of the Yamato nation of this era, the huge empire is as mysterious and rich as the Gaotianyuan where the gods are located, "...and I I know a little bit. I heard your mother tell me before."

"Mother said, the first recorded Japanese song was read by Suzanne Mingzun in ancient deeds. It is clearly a deity who destroys his duties, but he can sing the song of wishing to live with his wife forever in Yaegaki. ."

Meihong thought for a while, and then said softly: "The eight clouds are surging, Izumo and Qingji Yaegaki..."

After listening, Liang Yi smiled dumbly and moved in his heart. The deep eyes looked at the sky of nothingness, and the flying flowers stopped as if time stopped. A certain gorgeous girl, slightly through the gap, revealed her own. Jiao Yan.

The stagnant time was like the heart of a sage, throbbing fiercely.

"If I can create the Izumo Kiyoshi Yaegaki, would Meihong be willing to live with me in it?"

"Of course I do!"

Meihong nodded heavily without any hesitation.

"The concubine should be with her husband..."

Item 0040

The lunch was eaten by the two of them, and the servant maids served the extremely luxurious meals in Meihong's eyes.

She was only able to eat some meat during the New Year, but today this is just one meal, but it is more rich and luxurious than all she has eaten in her life.

"Oh? Meihong, have you met Emperor Wenwu?"

Liang Yiluo and Meihong didn't have the idea of ​​being speechless, even in this aristocratic meal, they were chatting carefully.

"Yes..." Meihong nodded, put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hands, tilted her head, thinking cutely, "It was probably last year when the emperor came here and had a chat with me. "

"What did you talk about?"

"Um... can't remember..."

"If you don't remember, don't think about it."

The two chuckled, showing no respect for the emperor at all.

It is impossible for Liang Yiluo to treat him respectfully, and there are always so many differences between young girls and ordinary women.

As the ruler of Yamato, it was nothing more than a conversation between the two.

This meal was the best and happiest meal that Meihong had ever eaten.

When the sun gradually set, Meihong took a cheerful pace and walked to the hut in the corner where she lived.

This time, the people passing by were respectful and polite to her, and the children who had always cursed her and her mother were also flogged by their parents, avoiding her far away.

Meihong is not complacent at all, she knows very clearly that none of these things belong to her, but are just the remnants of others.

Under the orange afterglow, Meihong pushed open the door of the hut. At first glance, she saw her mother sitting on the tatami, waiting for her return.