An oil paper umbrella with a light ink painting is supported on top of his head.

Under the umbrella, the boy in red was carrying a woman in a white dress and walked forward slowly and firmly.

The fine and dense rain slid down from the edge of the oil-paper umbrella, and a faint mist filled the air, and the whole city was filled with a wet atmosphere.

Fenghua put his hands on the boy's neck, holding an umbrella in his hand, and said, "I don't know when the rain will stop. It's better not to go out on rainy days in the future. Otherwise, it will definitely scare others, but it's a pity..."

"What a pity."

"I really like rainy days."

The rain that covered the sky seemed to wash away all the darkness and filth in the world.

She reached out her hand, but in the end she just stopped at the umbrella.

A distance of one finger.

Wei Qingci caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, and suddenly paused, and then his voice seemed to be heard through the rain curtain: "... Have you ever thought about reincarnation?"

*

Sixteen years later.

In Jinling City, a big red lantern was hung in front of the door of the Enjoying Rouge Shop and posted the word "Big Red" Happy.

Someone passed by and couldn't help asking, "What kind of joy is this?"

The servants of the Rouge Shop replied happily: "Mr. Wei, the owner of our century-old Rouge Shop in Jinling, is going to get married!"

"Congratulations."

"I wonder which beautiful girl I married?"

Someone was well-informed and said with a proud look on his face:

"———Miss Rouge, the city girl."

Rouge, plum rouge.

This name seems familiar, and seems to have heard it somewhere.

If someone recalled it carefully at this time, he would remember that there was a change in the Southern Song Dynasty 16 years ago. The last of the seven crimes that former Chief Secretary Wei Zhang sued the treacherous minister Wei Song. His fiancée was murdered. The fiancée was named Mei Yanzhi.

Time is always a good medicine for forgettable, and there are not many people who can still remember this matter now.

People now only know that Mr. Wei, the owner of the century-old rouge shop in Jinling City, is about to marry the new bride Mei Yanzhi. However, they do not know that the former Zhongcheng's fiancée is also called this name.

However, happy events are always happy.

That day, there were many people watching the fun, and the streets of Jinling City were surrounded by people.

The silver was replaced by copper coins, and it was thrown out all the way. Everyone smiled and said congratulations in their mouths until the big red wedding sedan entered the rouge shop-

"This young master Wei is very young."

"I feel like he was like this sixteen years ago. He really has the skills to keep his eyes open and has the skills to keep his eyes open."

"Isn't that nonsense? They run a rouge shop. Let's learn about the secret recipes of ancestral beauty."

...

night.

The guests who came to have the wedding banquet were sent back. The boy was wearing a big red robe, his skin was as beautiful as jade, and his snow-white and delicate cheeks were dyed with a slightly drunken thin color, which made him look even more and more stunning.

The newlyweds in the crowd did not sit upright on the bed covered with red dates, longans and lotus seeds like ordinary women, waiting for their husband to lift up the red veil.

But—

The woman who lifted the red veil and took off the phoenix crown, with long black hair draped behind her shoulders, sat at the Eight Immortals table, held the pot and poured a glass of wine, held the cup in her slender hands and shook it casually, slowly savoring it.

When I saw the boy pushing the door and greet him like a master, I raised my delicate chin, "I'm finally here, sit down."

Wei Qingci closed the door with her backhand, walked slowly over, sat down beside her, carrying a faint smell of alcohol that looked like orchids or musk.
Chapter completed!