I am four and a half years old, and I am the daughter of a villain and tyrant.

The phoenix comes back to its hometown, and travels around the world to seek its phoenix.If you don't meet me at that time, you will have no generals. How can you realize that you are going to be promoted to this hall now?

Upstairs in the theater, the beauty took off her makeup, picked an inconspicuous mahogany hairpin from the beaded emeralds, lazily rolled up her green silk hair, opened the window screen, the misty rain continued, and the sound of the piano was annihilated in the early spring of Yueling City. The green bricks and tiles were condensed into a silent azure ink in her eyes.

She stood up and took off her heavy and gorgeous water-sleeved red dress, put on a green dress, and drank a cup of Mingqian tea. The fatigue in her eyes disappeared, and her two thin willow-leaf eyebrows relaxed, regaining her charm and elegance. With her appearance, the high wall of Nanyuan could not surround her for the rest of her life.

The maid Jin Que finished ironing her costume, glanced sideways at the young man sitting behind the door playing the piano, and said with a melancholy look on her face: "Miss Lvzhu, are you still letting him go today?" '

The pearl foil swayed, and Luzhu pushed open the green screen, leaned against the door, looked down at the young man on the ground, and whispered softly: "The slave family is going out, please move Master Du."

Du Rui raised his head and saw the plain peach wood hairpin in her loose bun. He humbly stepped aside with Qin in his arms and said, "Miss Lvzhu, you are a beautiful lady, worthy of the best treasures in the world. Your plain clothes and jade hairpin can't set it off." Show your beauty. '

A strand of hair fell from her ear, and the smile on her lips fell into Du Rui's eyes, like the light breeze floating in the catkin pond, which he couldn't catch.

"Things are neither good nor bad, as long as they suit you. Mr. Du, please don't dwell on this tiled house. You will waste your great future in vain. Although the sound of the piano is good, the Nu family is not your close friend, and the wooden doors in Nanyuan are not embroidered on the east wall." In the pavilion, playing the harp and singing the phoenix cannot attract the phoenix and the bird to come together."

After Lu Zhu left, Du Rui lingered on her smoky back, haunted by his thoughts: "The phoenix is ​​coming to live with me, and she will be my concubine forever. Lu Zhu'er, I will definitely get you." He said. Distorted shadow lines were cast on his face, and his eyes became hardened.

Luzhu held an oil-paper umbrella and wandered aimlessly in the bluestone alley. The smoke and mist at the end seemed to be blocking her heart, and she couldn't think straight.

"Girl, here we are."

Jin Que's voice was clear. She raised the oil fan in confusion and saw a man painting under the cave bridge. He was wearing smoky gray old clothes, with pictures of landscapes, flowers and birds hanging on his back. The breeze was blowing and the rain was blowing, as if the whole small town was full of flowers. The color is vivid and the mood becomes brighter.

Walking forward, the slanted umbrella blocked the falling rain above his head.

The young man's hand holding the pen paused, and the vermilion ink dropped on the beauty's eyebrows. She seemed to have come to life, standing beside him, and smiled sweetly: "The green beads in the young master's painting outline the outline of me." My mood is very good. '

The young man looked at the person in front of him, his eyes became clearer and moister, and the headache disappeared. He wanted to wipe away the redness with his sleeves, "Miss Lvzhu has always been graceful, and this red color is superfluous."

The young man gave her a very familiar feeling, but she couldn't remember it. She held his sleeve to stop the movement, "A woman likes her appearance, and the young man is not me. How could I know that I don't like heavy makeup? This painting was given to me, but good?"

The young man withdrew his hand, rolled up the painting, and saw the mahogany hairpin in her bun. He looked a little disappointed and said, "Since Miss Luzhu likes it, take it."

The faint sound of a piano floated in the rain, which stirred up their thoughts. They said in unison: "Where did we first meet?"

The images of each other are like looking at flowers in the mist, looking at the moon in the water, or painting landscapes and ink paintings, scattered and rolled up. Although they face each other, they seem to be several feet away.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped and the sound of firecrackers sounded. Luzhu put on a red wedding dress and looked at herself in the bronze mirror, covering her head with a hijab, looking happy.

"The auspicious time has come, get up the sedan chair."