Between the curtain rising and falling, a peculiar fragrance spread along with the woman's posture, Fu Liluo raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and looked at the woman in red sitting on the blue velvet carpet.

A gorgeous red skirt is tightly tied to the woman's delicate waist, the concave and convex figure is slender and curly, the almond-like charming and narrow eyes seem to have a clear spring, and a pair of big black eyes seem to be seductive and soft among the eyes.

The small Qiong nose on her palm-sized little face was erect, and a sesame-sized black mole at the tip of her nose added to the charm, the only slightly abrupt thing was the red and bright lips, small round and plump, she pursed her lips and spoke, the skin and flesh on the lips turned up shallowly, with a little bit of dust.

"Qian'er, why do you have time to come to see me, an old woman?" Mrs. Mei on the soft couch sat upright, stretched out her hand to hold Xie Qianqian's cold little hand, rubbed the thin calluses in her white fingers, and her eyes were distressed: "Are you alone in your embroidery room?"

"Grandmother rest assured, Qianqian is not tired. Xie Qianqian stepped forward and hugged Mrs. Mei's shoulders, and her beautiful eyes gradually turned red, as if she was about to shed tears: "The work in the embroidery room is not tiring, but in the dead of night, I will think of my father and mother..."

Mrs. Mei couldn't cry for a long time, and hugged Xie Qianqian's waist and cried: "Thinking of your mother, my heart hurts so much!" Mrs. Mei caressed her heart, and hugged Xie Qianqian with tears and cried.

Everyone had red eyes and hurriedly lowered their heads and wiped their tears.

It is said that Xie Qianqian's mother was not Mrs. Mei's own child, she was raised from a distant relative, Mrs. Mei had just married Gu Xi's grandfather, who was the Gu Master of Binzhou Thorn History, but because she did not give birth after two years, she was a concubine and did not give birth, Mrs. Mei was very anxious at the time, so she raised Xie Qianqian's mother.

It's strange to say that since she had Xie Qianqian's mother, she was pregnant with a pearl fetus the following year, and gave birth to a baby boy in less than October, which is now the second room master.

Although she had her own biological son, but for the baby girl she was raising at that time, Mrs. Mei still regarded it as her own at that time, and when the girl was in her cardamom years, she made the decision to give her to the Andu Xie family, who had just married in the past few years, and the Xie family was quite graceful, and the young couple were also deeply in love, and the life was smooth.

But when Qianqian was eleven years old, a sudden disaster struck, Xie Jingliang, who was the assassin of Andu, and his wife were killed by Liukou on the way to Beijing, and Qianqian, who was far away in Andu, disappeared overnight.

Mrs. Mei and Gu Qian searched hard for many years, and finally found her in an embroidery room, but she was already the owner of the embroidery room.

Fu Liluo looked at Mrs. Mei's sad expression, and finally felt a little unbearable, and stepped forward with her skirt and smiled: "Old lady doesn't have to be too sad, although my aunt and aunt have passed away, but it is a blessing that my cousin can accompany you on your knees." ”

As he spoke, Fu Liluo's watery eyes also turned red, and the wound in his heart gradually cracked, as if he was about to bleed, thinking of the hundreds of lives in the Hou Mansion of Ningxi, thinking of the parents who were affectionate to the flounder, and the sister who died early and was less than eight years old, Fu Liluo couldn't wait to tear the pair of dog men and women nested in the East Palace to pieces.

"Who is this?" Xie Qianqian raised her tear-stained little face, and her dark eyes looked up and down at the stunning-looking girl in front of her.

Old Madam Mei pulled the big ink-splashed pillow and leaned on her waist, raised her eyes and smiled and took Fu Liluo's hand, resting on the back of Xie Qianqian's hand: Qian'er, this is Xi'er, weren't you the best when you were young?"

Xie Qianqian paused for a while, then raised her eyes and smiled: "I remember that Xi'er is getting more and more delicate, and I almost can't recognize it." ”

As he spoke, he took Fu Liluo's hand again, and smiled as kindly as the spring breeze in March: "If my sister is usually bored in the house, you can go to the Feifu embroidery room in Chunxiu Lane to find me to relieve my boredom." Xie Qianqian's slightly fat plump lips turned upward, and her white teeth like shellfish were neatly exposed, but they gave people an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Only the fragrance brought out by the movement of his hand provoked Fu Li Luoqiao's face to sway.

Although he didn't like the fragrance on Xie Qianqian's body, Fu Liluo still had a faint smile on his face, and withdrew his thin hand without a trace, and said shallowly: "Thank you, sister, I will talk about it in the future." ”

"When did Qianqian move from the Ozu Pass to Kyoto?"

Sitting next to her, the second-room concubine Chen who had just blushed was depressed because of Fu Liluo's mouthful of aunts before, and she had been depressed, and when she saw that everyone's attention fell on Xie Qianqian, who had just arrived, she couldn't help but start talking.

"Qian'er came to Kyoto three months ago. Old Madam Mei was the first to speak, raising her hand to stuff the warm red copper stove in her hand into Xie Qianqian's palm.

Fu Liluo lowered his eyes to block the water vapor that quickly condensed in his eyes, and only opened his lips lightly and said angrily: "Sister Qian'er came to Kyoto three months ago, why don't you come to the house to sit?"

With a light smile on his mouth, Fu Liluo was suspicious in his heart, this Xie Qianqian came to Kyoto three months ago, why didn't she come to visit the house, it can be seen that Gu Xi's relationship with her is not very deep.

Seeing that Fu Liluo's tone had the intention of blaming Xie Qianqian, Mrs. Mei couldn't help but explain: "Qian'er has an independent temperament, and besides, she has already written to tell me, Xi'er, don't blame your sister." ”

Fu Liluo stretched out his hand to take the small hand stove handed over by Manluo, and his eyes were as clear and bright as pear blossoms: "Where did the old lady say, how could I blame Sister Qianqian, I just saw my sister looking kind, and I thought she would often come to the house to walk around." ”

Mrs. Mei, who said this, was overjoyed, and picked up the hot tea cup on the round table and put it in Xie Qianqian's palm: "Qian'er, don't think too much about the past, your mother knows that you are doing well now, and you should be at ease under Jiuquan." As he spoke, he picked up a handkerchief to wipe away the tears from the corners of Xie Qianqian's eyes, and he shed tears again: "Since you have come to Kyoto, don't be bored alone, you usually come here to walk around, I think your sister-in-law and your uncle will also be happy." ”

Xie Qianqian sobbed softly and wiped her tears, her little face was like a red peony flower.

Old Madam Mei sighed again and said: "Although your mother is not my biological child, I regard her as closer than my biological one, and I still remember that year..."

"Mother, what are you doing with those unhappy people again!" Mrs. Erfang Yan stepped forward with a busy smile to interrupt Mrs. Mei's words, and then picked up Xie Qianqian's little face like condensed fat: "Qian'er, don't be too sad, your mother also wants you to be happy underground!"

"Alas, it's all mine, no, don't mention it." Old Madam Mei raised her hand to help Xie Qianqian brush off the broken hair on her sideburns, and watched her eat tea with a loving face.

Fu Liluo finally sorted out the origin of this Xie Qianqian, it turned out that Xie Qianqian's mother was not Gu Xi's aunt, no wonder Gu Qian usually didn't mention this Xie Qianqian, and Manluo didn't say that there was no blood relationship at all!

But looking back, this Xie Qianqian is also a pitiful person, and the whole family is alone with her, but in the end, there is still a living body with a fresh soul, unlike if she only has a ghost soul left to live on others, thinking of this sinister world, only her own ghost is floating, Fu Liluo's heart suddenly rose a burst of desolation.

Two lines of tears slipped down her fair and lubricated sideburns, like ethereal meteors in the dark night sky.

Xie Qianqian, who was eating tea quietly and silently, saw Fu Liluo crying silently, and hurriedly reached out and pulled her sleeve: "Why is Sister Xi'er crying?"

Fu Liluo was stunned, turned his head to wipe off the slippery face, hooked his lips and looked back with a light smile: "It's all old ladies, it's good to mention the deceased aunt, make me so sad!"

Pretty Shengsheng listened to it with a coquettish voice, which made people's hearts feel a lot more refreshing.

Mrs. Mei coughed dryly a few times, and her face stretched a lot: "Alas! Don't say it, don't say it, Xi'er and Qian'er are not allowed to cry anymore." ”

Everyone laughed along.

After a while, Mama Li came over and called everyone to go to the backyard to eat.

The big guy lifted the roller shutter door and looked, and the courtyard was full of white, goose feather-like snow rubbing and pulling one after another.

Everyone hurriedly picked up the snow cloak prepared at the corner of the door frame and put it on their shoulders, stepping on the thick snow, making a creaking sound...

Fu Liluo only felt a dull pain in his heart, the snow was so white and so big that night eight years ago...

Suddenly a trace of fishy sweetness gushed out of her throat, and the dazzling light outside the court made her unable to open her eyes, Fu Li Luo Muran leaned on the shoulder of the man, and her little face was a little whiter than the snow scene.

"Sister Xi'er, what's wrong?" Xie Qianqian suddenly looked back at her, walked around the mahogany lacquer pillar to lift her skirt, and stroked Fu Liluo's trembling shoulders with a worried face: "Sister... Sister Xi..."

Fu Liluo hung his head in Manluo's arms, blocked his lips with a handkerchief, spit out the crimson of his mouth, rolled his eyebrows and raised his eyes and smiled: "Sister Qian'er don't worry, I'm fine, it's just that I was violently attacked by the wind, and my head hurts a little." ”

Xie Qianqian glanced at the snow-white and picturesque courtyard, saw the snow flying, wrapped her body in a slightly thin gauze coat, raised her lips and smiled: "Yes! This wind and snow will come as soon as it is said, and there is no warning." He reached out and touched Fu Liluo's slightly cool forehead, looked at Manluo and said, "Hurry up and help your young lady go back to the room to rest first!"

Manrose nodded yes.

"Sister Qian'er, I'm sorry. Fu Liluo raised his little face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Originally, when you came to the mansion as a guest, I must have been to accompany you to dinner, but this time my body is really good..."

Xie Qianqian looked at Fu Liluo and suddenly looked weak, where was there still the previous clever appearance, a trace of doubt flashed in her heart, and she only smiled lightly: "It's okay! You go back to your room to rest first, I'll go over there to eat first, and I'll go to see you after dinner." ”

As he spoke, he raised his foot and followed the footsteps of the others...

The heavy snow like a knife in the wind fell on Fu Li Luo's white face, she raised her hand to hide her face, pushed away the mandarin in front of her in a panic, suddenly hooked her waist, and held the red pillar and spewed a mouthful of red.