Pei Yun didn't know that Liu Xiao, who was far away in southern Xinjiang, was feeling both sad and happy at the moment. He was still worried about Xiao Zhiruo going to the mountain village.
After receiving the betrothal gift, Xiao Zhiruo became attached to him, and her eyes were full of tenderness and affection when she looked at him.
Pei Yun took her to visit Ruifeng County, then visited the surrounding areas, and also took her to the temple where Xue Qianqian had prayed for rain before.
It took three days just to accompany Xiao Zhiruo, and finally Xiao Zhiruo gave up the idea of going to the mountain village.
"Princess, the village is still under construction. It will take about three months to complete. You can come back when the time comes and stay as long as you want."
Xiao Zhiruo nodded. Now her heart was set on Pei Yun, and she was unwilling to go against Pei Yun's wishes. Since Pei Yun said three months later, then she would come back in three months.
By then her dowry will be ready, and she can marry Pei Yun.
Originally, she wanted Pei Yun to go to the palace, but Pei Yun thought that two banquets could be held, one in the palace and one in the mountain village.
In this way, all his brothers can drink his wedding wine.
Otherwise, if they went to the palace, not all the people from the village would be able to go. Xiao Zhiruo did not object.
Moreover, Pei Yun said that he would design a wedding dress for her when they got married in the village, which made Xiao Zhiruo very much looking forward to it.
"Princess, this is the blueprint for the horse-faced skirt. Haven't you always wanted it? I'll give it to you."
Pei Yun handed the design drawings of the horse-faced skirt that he bought online to Xiao Zhiruo. Xiao Zhiruo hurriedly took it. There were many styles on it, which made her very happy.
After coming to Ruifeng County, she never mentioned this matter. She originally thought that Pei Yun had forgotten about it, but she didn't expect that the other party kept it in mind. She couldn't help feeling sweet in her heart.
Now she can go back and find someone to make and sell the clothes, which will help the clothing store’s business improve.
"Pei Lang, I'll leave first then."
Xiao Zhiruo was a little reluctant to leave, and Pei Yun smiled and nodded. Xiao Zhiruo paused in front of the carriage and looked back at Pei Yun with nod and affection in her eyes. After staying with Pei Yun for a few days, she had been deeply fascinated by him and couldn't extricate herself.
Pei Yun's words always gave her new insights, and he was very accomplished in poetry. From time to time, he would come up with a line or two of poetry that fascinated her.
She prided herself on her extraordinary talent and her good attainments in poetry. Even when facing a talent like Xie Chen, she could handle it calmly. But when facing Pei Yun, she felt that she had no talent.
The poems that Pei Yun casually uttered made her ecstatic and felt like she had found a treasure.
The two went to buy clothes. Xiao Zhiruo asked him if they looked good. Pei Yun said, "The clouds are like clothes and the flowers are like faces. The spring breeze blows over the threshold and the dew is gorgeous."
The two were camping and drinking in the wild, Pei Yun said, "The two of us drank together, the mountain flowers bloomed, one cup after another."
The two went to the temple to burn incense and pray for blessings. Pei Yun said, "The beauty of April on earth is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom."
Xiao Zhiruo has completely become Pei Yun's little fan girl, and she wants to write down all the poems that Pei Yun said and carry them with her.
I was even more amazed at Pei Yun's talent. I originally thought that the poems written on the night of the celebration banquet were Pei Yun's highlight moment, but now I know that it was just a threshold.
Xiao Zhiruo even thought that there was only one stone in the world and Pei Yun had eight buckets of it.
Among all the people she knew, no one's talent could compare to Pei Yun. Her years of waiting were not in vain, and she finally got her ideal husband.
Even though Pei Yun is still a bandit, Xiao Zhiruo dares to elope with him. With a great talent like Pei Yun by her side, wealth and glory are not important.
She was about to separate from Pei Yun, although only for three months, but she felt deeply reluctant and wished she could stay with Pei Yun every day.
Pei Yun felt a little amused when he saw her like this.
He was a good plagiarist. Look how fascinated he was with the princess. Of course, he also liked Xiao Zhiruo. After all, all men loved beautiful women.
What's more, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and Xiao Zhiruo had a good personality. She looked at him with admiration, which made Pei Yun feel a sense of accomplishment.
"Zhiruo, if we don't get going now, it will be dark soon."
Xiao Zhiruo bit her lip and said, "Why don't you write a poem to send me off?"
Pei Yun smiled and spoke.
"The thin clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are conveying hatred, the Milky Way is far away and dark. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless things in the world.
Tenderness is like water, and the good time is like a dream. I can't help but look back at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love between two people is long-lasting, why should we be together day and night? "
Xiao Zhiruo's heart trembled, her eyes felt hot, and she murmured, "If love lasts forever, why would it matter if we were together day and night?"
He took a deep breath, suppressed his reluctance, and got on the carriage.
Before the curtain was lowered, she couldn't help but lift a corner of it and secretly glanced at Pei Yun, only to see that the setting sun cast a layer of golden light on Pei Yun, making him look extremely handsome.
The carriage started slowly. Xiao Zhiruo leaned on the cushion. Pei Yun's poems kept ringing in her mind. She felt like her heart was melting.
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"Don't look at it, everyone has gone far away."
Leng Qingqiu saw Pei Yun standing there, watching the carriage go away and refusing to leave, and couldn't help but complain.
Pei Yun smiled and said, "Do you think the princess is completely fascinated by me?"
An inexplicable emotion flashed across Leng Qingqiu's eyes. She had been following Pei Yun throughout the past few days and witnessed the process of Xiao Zhiruo's fall.
If it were her, she would definitely not fall for it, after all, she doesn't know much about poetry.
"Your sweet words can only deceive the princess."
"Really?" Pei Yun smiled. "I have some martial arts stories here. Do you want to listen?"
"Really? What story?" Leng Qingqiu's eyes suddenly lit up. As a master, she didn't like poetry, but she preferred martial arts stories.
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