Chapter 8 Chapter Two

Happiness is really around you sometimes, but you are blinded by sadness and sorrow, mistakenly thinking that all joy and happiness are far away.God is fair, and it is a stable scale that can weigh the joys and sorrows of the world.Therefore, there is often no difference between cold and warm. When you are cold, it will warm you; when you are sad, it will give you joy. The winter in Beijing is very cold, with several snowfalls in succession, the plum blossoms in Mingfu Garden are competing to bloom.It is said that plum blossoms herald the spring, which means peace and joy, and the vegetation is the most spiritual, knowing people's minds.There is indeed a great joy in Mingzhu's Xiangguo Mansion. Emperor Kangxi bestowed a marriage on Nalan Rongruo, the eldest son of Nalan Mingzhu, to marry Lu Shi, daughter of Shangshu Lu Xingzu, governor of Guangdong and Guangxi.This year, Nalan Rongruo was twenty years old, and Lu Shi was seventeen years old.

When receiving the imperial decree, Nalan Mingzhu and his wife were extremely happy, one because Lu Xingzu's daughter, Lu Shi, was famously dignified, virtuous, and talented; Happy face, and frail and sickly, Mingzhu and his wife hope that this new marriage can make him happy, so that he can completely walk out of the haze of the past and regain his strength.And Rong Ruo's heart was full of emotions, he felt that he could calmly miss Qingmei cousin, but he couldn't accept another woman so calmly.He seems to be looking forward to his beautiful bride again, because in this way he can forget the past and start over.The beginning means the end. If it can be exchanged, Nalan may be willing to let go of his old love.

For the past few days, there has been an endless stream of congratulatory people in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Nalan Rongruo has been surrounded by these people, and his thoughts are also filled, and there is almost no time for him to be empty.Only the night belongs to him. At night, he will take off all the gorgeous attire, immerse himself in the artistic conception of words, make a cup of tea, and taste the faint silence.Few shades of plum blossoms came in through the window. He remembered his parents said that when he was born, the plum blossoms in the yard were in full bloom, as if they were about to reveal all their fragrance.Mei is a confidant. He looked at the quiet Mei outside the window and wrote a poem.After finishing writing, attach another one.

Don't compare Qionghua with light makeup, who looks like white clothes.It is uniquely quiet and natural, not near the east wall. Leaning alone in the cold spring to cover the sunset, the dew weeping in the clothes.The jade flute blows dreams, and the gold hairpin draws shadows, regretting not to carry them. On the wedding day, Nalan Rongruo wore brocade red clothes and rode a tall white horse. He was so clear and noble.This bridegroom official, who was called a child prodigy since he was a child, and became talented in the capital when he grew up, attracted the attention of the common people.This is a grand wedding banquet, and the bright fireworks seem to burn all the enthusiasm, and live and die together with the joy and love in the world.

The garden of the Ming Mansion is full of beautiful lanterns. The main entrance, side entrance, side entrance, and all the winding paths, corridors, pavilions and pavilions in the garden are covered with red lanterns.After paying their respects, Nalan Rongruo led Fengguan Xiapei's bride into the new house.Red candles and dim tents, bright red phoenix beds, rich mandarin duck pillows, and exquisite lotuses.Holding the wishful scale beam in his hand, he felt a little uneasy.Uncovering the Xipa, he saw the bride with low brows and flattering eyes, with a blush on her delicate face, and a slight smile, charming and charming.Nalan Rongruo couldn't help being aroused by the bride's beauty and his heart swayed a little.Amber cups, glass cups, drank the wine in a daze, and could smell each other's breath at such a close distance.

There were a lot of guests in the hall, Mr. Nalan exchanged glasses with them, and he was not sent to the new house until he was very drunk.The bride is sitting by the bed, and the red candles are shining on her beautiful face, making her more charming and affectionate.Looking at the quiet moon outside the window, Rong Ruo's drunkenness gradually subsided, he remained silent, and sighed deeply in his heart. She got up and came to his side, so dignified and elegant, she put her hand on his shoulder lightly, parted her red lips, and said with a smile: "Rong Ruo, I am Yimei." A smile, a call, a name , so that Nalan's mind has unlimited imagination.Outside the window, there are sparse shadows slanting horizontally, which coincides with the artistic conception of her name.This woman named Yimei had heard Nalan Rongruo's name from her Ama since she was a child.He is a child prodigy in the Qing Dynasty, and he is proficient in riding, shooting, poetry and prose.Rong Ruo's words have already been spread among the people, Yimei has read his words, she understands that Rong Ruo has no intention of fame, she understands his prosperity and loneliness.

Don't need too many words, just give him a gentle look and a warm word.Nalan never expected that his bride would be such a graceful, quiet and beautiful woman.He looked at her tenderly. His wife, this woman named Yimei, was clearly very obsequious, with seven parts of beauty and three parts of arrogance.The wall he built in his heart collapsed just because of her few words.But he was still so calm, as if his tempting meant betrayal, he was not a fickle man, he couldn't completely forget his old love on the wedding night, he couldn't do it. She understands, she knows that there was once a person living in his heart.As smart as she was, she couldn't fail to see that he was trying to reject her.But she loves this man, and she has fallen in love with him since she never saw him. When he opened her hipa, she saw that he was dressed in brocade clothes, so handsome, so noble, like a crimson cloud Falling beside her, enveloping her.She told herself that she would do everything she could to give herself to him.

She held his hand lightly, so firm, so firm that Nalan hardly dared to look into her eyes. "Look at me, look at me, and your heart will be warm." Yimei is quiet and gentle. Although she is so active, her voice is always soothing and peaceful, which makes Rongruo's restless heart gradually calm down. He likes such a woman, who is considerate, delicate but quiet and beautiful.Her smile and her tranquility are very much like her cousin Qingmei, but she is not her. If Qingmei is a pear blossom or a lotus, then Yimei is a pure plum, an elegant peony.He couldn't help being moved by such a woman.He suddenly felt that all this was God's arrangement, it once took away his beloved, and now it gave him back a peerless beauty.He should be satisfied, should cherish, should be touched.

Shining red candles, knotted with lanterns, filled the room with the scent of agarwood crumbs.On a good night and spring night, he sat with the curtain rolled up, the hairpin was gently removed, and the black hair poured down like running water, brushing against his face.The last trace of his drunkenness was awakened, in the curtain, under the dim light, his bride was as gentle as water, irresistible. She is a woman who dares to love, she snuggles into his arms and unbuttons his collar lightly.He hugged her waist tightly and lightly unbuttoned her.Her lips pressed against his, it was so cold; he felt that this woman's lips were so warm.She wants to use her own warmth to warm this man's heart.She wants to be the bright moonlight in front of his bed, and the cinnabar mole on his heart.Not to replace anyone, not to drive anyone away, just to have a place in his heart that belongs to him.

Straighten the hibiscus back, the bottom of the tent is full of flair.Nalan felt that this woman seemed to give up everything about herself.He felt that the last trace of resistance in his heart was destroyed by her tenderness, until she bowed her back slightly, curled up, and held his arms tightly.He seemed to realize something, and he pulled her into his arms profoundly.This is his bride. From now on, she will walk into his life, live in his heart, and blend into his flesh and blood.There will be no more separation, no more betrayal. The first ray of sunlight fell on their new house through the window panes. The red carpet was covered with dust.Rong Ruo saw that this tiny life also had a vivid connotation.The bride in his arms, because of the tiredness of last night, is now sleeping in his arms, with a sweet and happy smile on her lips.He carefully looked at her face, dignified facial features, eyebrows like moon, delicate face, like a cloud after rain, he couldn't help kissing her lightly.

She pretended to be asleep, because she was greedy for this solid arm, and the coldness of last night became the endless warmth of this morning.She conquered him with tenderness.This man who pretends to be indifferent actually has a softer heart than anyone else, but no one understands.She understands that in the days to come, she will hold on to his hand and go on, sharing weal and woe, and sticking to each other through thick and thin. The frosty plum branch outside the window is crystal clear in the sun.Rong Ruo understands that in this life, he is destined to be married to a woman like plum blossom.The green plum in the past has become a thing of the past, but now there is only one plum in his life.She met him unintentionally, and insisted on walking in, dispelling his melancholy with a freehand mood, soothing his anxiety with calmness, and covering his coldness with warmth. They finally have each other.She decided that she would only love this one man in her life.He decided that in this life, he would never fail this woman.This year, he was twenty and she was seventeen.He called her Yimei, and she called him Rongruo.