The Beyonder of Xingyue Gensokyo Chapter 810

However, in the calm and cold heart like autumn water, there is a passion like scorching warmth. Meihong wants to touch it, to touch his heart, to feel the warmth in the cold.

As a wife, as a person who spends a lifetime with her, she must think about her and have a close relationship with her.

These are all taught by my mother.

'I can definitely, really get close to him! '

Girls are very confident. That was a gift from her painful childhood.

Where there is loss, there is gain. Her childhood was tragic and sentimental, but that tragic childhood also brought her confidence and strength that others did not have.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom, the spring breeze is blowing, and there is a little bit of coldness, Meihong leans against him unknowingly, blowing the breeze blowing by Xuan'er, the pieces of peach petals are accompanied by the wind, leisurely floating down.

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

"Is sister Hong cold?"

With a slender and gentle voice, it was obviously a man, but with slender fingers, like a master playing the zither, he gently plucked the petals from her condensed long hair.

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

Liang Yi Luo smiled, holding a piece of peach blossom between her index finger and middle finger, and let go of her hand under Mei Hong's puzzled gaze.

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

Crimson was happy, and in the sleeves of the kimono that was as warm as the sun, Meihong stretched out a hand faintly, blocking the path of Peach Blossom, and took it into her hand.

"The peach blossoms on the human face are red..."

Liangyiluo laughed, and with the fragrance of peach blossoms blowing by, he rolled up his wide imperial robe and the flowers in Meihong's hand.

Just like this, relying on the emptiness to control the wind, Liangyi lowered his hands and sleeves, and walked forward, the smooth hairline of the sideburns, swaying, across the air, across Meihong's heart.

Meihong quickly followed him, feeling a little envious in her heart.

His hair is really beautiful too.

Meihong was choked up, and suddenly felt that the word "beautiful" should not be used on men. She was a little ashamed, but she couldn't find any other words to replace it.

"Meihong can read? Has she learned knowledge?"

In vain, Liang Yiluo turned around, her eyes were burning, which startled Mei Hong.

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

"Although women are virtuous without talent, you are not the kind of person who follows the rules, Meihong. We have plenty of time. When I have free time, I will teach you some knowledge."

"OK!"

Meihong was overjoyed, she had long been longing for the gorgeous world in the book.

"For thousands of years, there will always be one or two hundred years of being alone. Knowledge, when you are alone, is a necessity for living."

Liang Yiluo spoke softly, a little sad and a little indifferent.

Meihong tilted her head and listened to his words, somewhat puzzled. But my heart felt inexplicably empty again, as if the words of Liangyi Luo were signaling something.

Why, alone?

If you are alone, Meihong can also accompany you.

The more Meihong thought about it, the more sad she became, and hurriedly threw these things out of her little head.

She blinked her eyes, and her tone was hesitant, but her heart warmed up when she thought that Liangyi Luo would let her talk if she had something to say, so that there should be no barrier between the two of them, "Master Liangyi, what you recited earlier was a poem from Tang Dynasty ?"

"Oh? I didn't expect Meihong to know this. I thought you only knew the waka here." Liang Yiluo smiled teasingly, and pondered for a while, "...I am originally from the Tang Dynasty, and I am interested in the poems there. Naturally understand."

"It turns out that Master Liangyi is from the Shang Kingdom." Meihong's tone was a little envious. In the eyes of the Yamato people of this era, that huge empire is as mysterious and rich as the high Tianyuan where the gods live, "...Waka I I do know a little bit, I heard my mother tell me about it before."

"My mother said that the first waka to be recorded was recited by Suzhan Mingzun in the ancient deeds. He is clearly a god of destruction, but he can gently sing a song that wishes to live with his wife in Yaegaraki forever. .”

Meihong thought for a while, and then said softly: "Yakumo is standing here, and Izumo is clear to Yaegaraki..."

After hearing this, Liangyi smiled dumbly, his heart moved, his deep eyes looked at the empty sky, and the scattered flowers froze for a moment as if time had stopped. A certain gorgeous girl, slightly through the gap, revealed her own delicate face.

That stagnant time is 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 would!"

Meihong nodded heavily without any hesitation.

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

Chapter 0040 to listen to the words of the husband and wife

The two of them ate lunch together, and the servants served the most extravagant meals in Meihong's opinion.

She can only eat a little meat during Chinese New Year, but today's meal is richer and more luxurious than what she has eaten in her entire life.

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

Liangyiluo and Meihong didn't intend to stay silent, even in this aristocratic meal, they chatted in detail.

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

"What did you talk about?"

"Hmm...can't remember..."

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

The two giggled and laughed, showing no respect to the emperor at all.

It is impossible for Liang Yiluo to be respectful to him, Mei Hong is always different from ordinary women.

As the ruler of Yamato, it was just a conversation between the two after dinner.

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

When the sun was gradually setting, Meihong walked happily to the corner hut where she lived.

This time, the servants passing by were all respectful and courteous to her, and the children who had cursed her and her mother in the past also avoided her at a distance under the whipping of their parents.

Meihong is not complacent at all, she knows very clearly that these things do not belong to her, but are just the aftermath of others.

Stepping on the afterglow of orange, Meihong pushed open the door of the hut, and at first sight, she saw her mother sitting on the tatami mat, waiting tenderly for her return.