The first time she heard Mrs. Si sing this song, she felt the same way. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I just thought it sounded so good, so I couldn't help but write it down secretly.

Nine years ago, she had just arrived at Mrs. Si's side.

She remembered clearly that on Chinese New Year's Eve that year, Mrs. Si was not discharged from the hospital, and even the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in the mansion was not served.

From the twenty-third day of the lunar month to the Lantern Festival, the lady did not step out of the courtyard door, nor did anyone come in.

A room full of girls didn't even dare to exhale heavily.

Madame did not shed a single tear, but stayed quietly in the room alone, not speaking, and occasionally with a smile on her lips.

She was also a little scared.

The lady did not let the big maid be on duty at night, and called her to serve her closely.

On Chinese New Year's Eve that year, she slept on the floor. When she woke up in a daze in the middle of the night, she heard her wife singing in a low voice, which was obviously a very good song, but she wanted to cry when she heard it. Turning her head secretly, she saw her lady lying on the bed with her eyes closed, singing in a low voice, and a tear slowly slid down the corner of her eye into her sideburns.

This was the only time she saw Mrs. cry, and even if she slipped for the second time, she didn't see Mrs. Si shed a single tear.

That's why she was so impressed by why she had never forgotten the song, but even if Madame had taught her later, she couldn't sing it like that.

Miao Zhen couldn't help but immerse herself in the past.

Shen Nishang saw her strange expression, and asked without speaking for a while, "But the singing is not right?"

"No, Mademoiselle sings excellently. Miaozhen hurriedly shook her head, thinking, no wonder Mrs. asked Miss to sing the tune once or twice, and sure enough, Mrs. was discerning.

The two returned to the room, only to find that Mrs. Si had fallen asleep leaning on the table and leaning on it.

The two glanced at each other and withdrew lightly.

"Madame hasn't slept well these nights?" asked Shen Nishang in a low voice under the porch.

Miaozhen was silent for a while before she whispered: "Nine years ago, when the slave maid first came, the day my wife received the obituary from my father and brother...... It's the twenty-third day of the lunar month—"

Shen Nishang was shocked and speechless.

Today, the nineteenth day of the lunar month, the twenty-third day of the lunar month, that is, four days later...... Mrs. Kesi obviously said that she was in a good mood these days, and blamed her for being in bad spirits, it turned out to be ...... She didn't even see any clues!

Shen Nishang silently walked back to the courtyard, not knowing what to do in her heart.

She had no such experience.

In her previous life, she couldn't be happy and sad, and over time, mood swings became very rare.

Thirty years have been like a day, and her body and mind seem to have been tempered into inertial instincts, no matter how happy she is, she is at most faintly happy.

As for the emotions of sadness and sadness, in her memory, she almost did not experience it.

The only ...... She also controlled herself and handled the matter in an orderly manner, until the last moment before she collapsed in front of the mourning hall.

The people around her have never really worried about her.

Even if they had encountered troubles, none of them would talk to her about them.

She understood, so she never asked.

But now, she is no longer trapped by her body, and the people around her are still like this.

Rong Su is like this.

Mrs. Si is the same.

One lied to her, the other lied to her.

One obviously went to the yamen and said that he was walking around at will, and the other was obviously in a bad mood, but he pretended to be happy.

There was a faint soreness in her heart, and she thought, maybe this is the feeling of sadness.

Standing under the corridor, suddenly a gust of wind blew, the branches and leaves in the flower bed "rustled", she reached out through the wind, and a trace of coldness came into her skin.

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After the middle of the lunar month, the year is getting closer.

Shen Fuzhong also showed a jubilant mood.

The steward of the house assigned his subordinates to go in and out of the peach charms, hung lanterns and red flags, and arranged the flowers and trees, and the entire inner and outer courtyards were dressed up as a cluster of flowers.

In Mrs. Si's courtyard, Yuchun also followed Miaohong Xiaocui and a group of girls to cut paper, and ran outside with a few of the youngest girls to find a lot of bamboo poles to dry, waiting for the firecrackers on the first day.

I don't know where a few people got it, but they were busy for two or three days, and they piled up high in the corners.

Shen Nishang asked before she knew the use, and Yuchun Zhenzhen said: "When the time comes, let's start a big fire, we have to burst more bamboo, how thin and loud the bamboo explosion is, it is a good intention!"

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the twenty-third sacrifice to the god of the stove.

There is a big lady in the Shen Mansion who is in charge, and Mrs. Si has always been careless, and the small kitchen in the courtyard is taken care of by Miaohong and her mother.

Everyone was busy, and Mrs. Si was also smiling, and she couldn't see any extra thoughts.

Only after dinner that night, Miaozhen and Shen Nishang glanced at each other from time to time, and then turned their eyes away.

But if this kind of thing is not unusual, the two of them can only think separately in their hearts.

Until she fell asleep that day, the courtyard was calm, and Shen Nishang lay on the bed, and it was rare to repeat it many times before she fell asleep in a daze.

Next, there was twenty-four dusting, and a dry maid turned the yard upside down, not only turning out the old clothes and things that were not needed and putting them aside, but also cleaning the corners inside and out.

Since then, I have been waiting for the New Year with peace of mind.

Shen Nishang watched from the side for several days, but she didn't see any abnormalities in Mrs. Si's mood, and her heart gradually let go.

On the twenty-seventh day, the little fan sent a message to Yuchun.

The letter was written by Mu Qing.

Shen Nishang took a look and found that although Mu Qing couldn't read, he was very good at writing books. It is written in regular letters, the handwriting is strong and powerful, and the line of writing can be seen to be unrestrained, which is very imposing.

In the letter, he had already heard that the ghost man had bought it for the Shili Pumi family, but now that the New Year was approaching, it was not easy to deal with it at this time, so Shen Nishang waited for a while, and then thought of getting people out after the Shangyuan Festival.

In the letter, he also briefly mentioned the background of the Mi family, which probably made Shen Nishang have some idea in his heart.

Yuchun leaned over and looked: "I didn't expect that Young Master Mu's handwriting is quite good-looking." ”

Shen Nishang looked at her: "You still know how to read?"

Yuchun smiled and replied: "The slave and maid also know a few words, otherwise the slave and maid would not have been there earlier-" Thinking of the past, she paused, not wanting to continue, but only smiled.

She was originally illiterate, but in order to enter the eldest young master's study, she used her monthly money to curry favor with a literate girl, and then learned some more. Later, she went to the study to serve as she wished, and Shen Pingnan also taught her some.

She has never eaten pork and seen a pig run, whether the words are good or not, she still knows.

Mu Qing's character is obviously better than that of the eldest young master Shen Pingnan, at least looking at Mu Qing's character, it reveals a kind of momentum that Shen Pingnan does not have.

Shen Nisheng's calligraphy has been practiced for so many days, and it has reached the point where it is not ugly, she understands in her heart that this kind of skill is water grinding in addition to talent, she has no talent and no interest in this area, and it is enough to practice like this.

Even Mrs. Si doesn't stare at her much now, which is enough to show that she is almost at the limit of her level.

Mrs. Si once sarcastically said that people say that "words are like people", and her handwriting is similar to those schoolchildren who have been enlightened for a year or two, and people who don't look at her still think that it is written by children.

She listens and listens, and she doesn't take it seriously if she doesn't refute it.

Mrs. Si is indeed a good hand, with a graceful and mellow pen, if the words are like them, they really match these words.

But now that she saw Mu Qing's handwriting, she couldn't help but see the figure of the young man who was like a dragon in the ring in her previous life, and her heart suddenly shone slightly.

The same person, two completely different momentum, how to comment on this?

This is not necessarily true.

After thinking about it, he threw it aside, and began to think about the Mi family in his heart.

She didn't expect that it was the uncle of the Mi family who bought the ghost man.

Counting that she has been a ghost for more than 300 days, she stayed in the Mi family longer than in the Shen Mansion.

Later, for most of the year, she stayed in the Mi family for almost seven or eight days.

The second uncle of the Mi family and even the eldest lady and the second lady, she has all taken pictures.

But what she didn't expect was that the Mi family was still a scholar, and it was also related to the Queen Mother's mother's house, Jian Wangfu.

She always thought that the Mi family was just a gentry, and she liked to write and live in a corner, but she didn't expect that the Mi family was not only a sergeant family, but also a descendant of the Mi family in the royal capital.

The same Shangshi clan is also divided into superior and inferior, in Yunzhou, it belongs to the Mu Shang clan is the most powerful, and the Mi family is also the oldest and most famous family in the royal capital.

What Mu Qingxin wrote in was quite clear.

The Mi family is now the eldest young master, because his father and grandfather have passed away, so although he has not yet reached thirty years, he is already in charge, and the family is called "uncle". His grandfather was the second son of the Wangdu Mi family, and he was born to like literature rather than martial arts, and later insisted on marrying the daughter of his deceased enlightenment teacher.

Later, he only took his own collection of books and left the royal capital, and finally settled in Shilipu outside Yunzhou City.

Although the Wangdu Mi family was deprived of the right to inherit the family property, the household registration was still retained.

And the concubine of the Empress Dowager Jian's mother's family, Jian Wangfu, was born in the royal capital Mi family, and if you really want to talk about it, you can also call it a "cousin......

Sorting out these relationships, Shen Nishang rubbed her temples, feeling that this matter might not be a little difficult to handle.

But at the same time, she was even more puzzled.

She has been in the Mi family for more than half a year, and she has only seen the Mi family uncle once, and I heard that the time he spends at home all year round is less than two months, and most of the time he travels outside.

Why did he buy that ghost man home?

The pale and gloomy face of the Mi family uncle appeared in front of her eyes, and the mystery in her heart became more and more intense.

"Miss, the little fan also brought a message. Yuchun saw that Shen Nishang seemed to wake up from his contemplation, so he said reluctantly: "Young Master Mu said that Mr. Rong is alone, it is better to pass tomorrow, and it should be the New Year in advance." ”

After speaking, she carefully looked at Shen Nishang's face.

Shen Nisheng's expression was unusual, she only nodded, and then said nothing more.

Early the next morning, before Shen Nishang got up, she heard Yuchun screaming in the courtyard.

Without waiting for a moment, she rushed in with an excited face: "Miss, it's snowing! It's snowing, it's so heavy that you can bury the soles of your shoes." ”

Shen Nishang got up and pushed open the window, only to see that the outside was indeed a white piece of silver.

The icy wind suddenly came with a slight snow, making people shiver unconsciously, Yuchun hurriedly pulled her back to dress, and her mouth was still muttering: "It hasn't snowed so much for many years." It looks like next year is going to be a good year. ”

Shen Nishang thought to herself, it seems that the climate of this world is a little different from the original world, at least in the memory of her previous life, it seems that she only snowed twice when she was young, and she has never seen it again.

Even though there was snow in the courtyard, the two of them still exercised for an hour as usual.

Shen Nishang has changed three sets of actions for Yuchun, and now she is free to retract and do it easily and skillfully, and she no longer has the pain and unbearable feeling before.

Shen Nishang nodded approvingly after checking her musculoskeletal joints, and Yuchun blinked her eyes and asked hopefully, "Miss, then when can I practice martial arts?"

"That's the method of practicing the mind, and what you are practicing now is a kind of martial arts. Shen Nishang said, "There are internal and external martial arts, and some people can sweep away by relying on external kung fu even if they don't practice internal strength." However, practicing this kind of kung fu requires great perseverance, tempering all the muscles, bones and flesh, and reaching the last body of copper skin and iron bones, which is not much worse than those who practice internal strength. It's just that what you're practicing now is only a superficial part, just to flex your muscles and joints, and it's also a part of martial arts. But that's enough, and that kind of exercise is not suitable for women to practice. ”

Yuchun shook his head again and again when he heard this, and suddenly became curious: "Miss, if this is the case, wouldn't those border people be able to practice such martial arts?"

Shen Nishang was stunned for a moment, but also felt reasonable, and nodded: "Maybe it's okay." ”

Yuchun also said casually, still more concerned about when she could practice the mental method, she still remembered Hua Xun's hatred in her heart, so she looked at Shen Nishang with blank eyes.

Shen Nishang looked at her and smiled: "It'll be fine after the year." ”

Yuchun was overjoyed for a moment, and he made up his mind in his heart to work hard, secretly thinking that one day he would beat Hua Xun down to take revenge.

Yesterday, I explained to Mrs. Si, so the two of them packed up and prepared to leave.

Yuchun carried two pots of homemade Tusu wine, feeling a little unable to handle it.

Although she didn't want something to happen between Shen Nishang and Rong Su, she actually liked Rong Su a lot.

She has been to Mairanzhai so many times, and since she first thought about it now, she can't find Rong Su in the slightest.

It is not only a special past, but also the meaning of the reunion year in advance, with only two pots of Tusu wine, even a stingy person like her feels a little cold.

Shen Nishang saw that she wanted to speak and stopped: "Let's go, even if we take out all the family funds, we can't afford to buy anything decent, with Young Master Mu here, he won't lack anything anywhere." ”

Yuchun thought about it too.

The gift is either expensive or heart, they can't afford it, and the one with a heart is nothing more than making it by herself, don't say that Shen Nishang can't even mend clothes, even if she will be popular, she doesn't want to see Shen Nishang send such a New Year's gift out.

So be it.

This Tusu wine is still made by her.

On the first day, they brought the letter to the south gate house, and at the appointed hour, they got into Da'an's car outside the house.

By the twenty-eighth year, most of the shops along the road were closed, and there were many children wearing heavy hats on the streets, holding sticks around the gum teeth, and their little faces were red from the cold, but they were still happily chasing and playing in the snow.

A young girl ran and dropped the gum tooth in her hand to the ground, looked at it a few times, cried very sadly on her back, and then ran an older boy, the two of them had a little imagination of their facial features, it seemed that they should be brothers and sisters. The big boy gave him the gum tooth in his hand, and the little girl took a bite of the sweetness in her mouth, and immediately looked at her brother and smiled.

The boy wiped the tears from her face with his sleeve, took his little hand, and headed home.

"This brother treats his sister so well. Yuchun looked interesting, turned his head after saying something, and added with a roll of his eyes: "Just like Mr. Rong treats Miss is also excellent." ”

Shen Nishang glanced at her lightly, the smile on Yuchun's face froze, and when Shen Nishang turned her gaze, she secretly sighed in her heart.

A short time came, and the carriage stopped.

Yuchun jumped down first, turned around and diligently helped Shen Nishang down.

This area is mostly shops, and many of them also have backyards. But either it was for the men to live in or it was used as a warehouse, and when the year was approaching, the men also returned home, so the street was quiet and audible.

The snow had been heavy last night, scattered at dawn, and the snow had stopped, and at a glance, the eaves were white, revealing only the black and wet corners.

The air is filled with a cold and clean atmosphere, Shen Nishang raised his eyes and looked around, although the shops were closed, but some shops also posted red Spring Festival couplets in front of the door, which were not as colorful and diverse as the previous life.

There are not many shops that paste couplets, but each door is pasted with a peach charm to ward off evil spirits, the red paint is red and shining, and the door is a correspondence, and the peach charm is engraved with characters, but it is far away, and it is not clear what is written.

Just as he was looking around, the little fan ran out of the snow.

"Miss Shen, the young master asked me to come out and take a look, and it really arrived. The little fan was dressed in a full new clothes, and greeted him with a smile on his face, and when he saw the Tu Su wine in Yuchun's arms, he reached out and took it very knowingly, "It's cold and tight, let's take it with a small one." Young Master and Mr. Rong are waiting for you, Miss Shen. ”

Shen Nishang nodded at Yuchun, and Yuchun took out two purses and handed them to Da'an: "One is yours, and the other is the one surnamed Hua, Miss gave it to you." ”

Daan looked at Shen Nishang with his purse, and Shen Nishang smiled: "There is not much silver, you two buy some wine and food for the New Year." You don't have to wait today, go back and get ready. These **** should not go out of the house, if you want to use it, I will bring you a letter. ”

Da'an nodded, didn't say much, made a salute to Shen Nishang, and drove the carriage away.

The little fan's eyes were dripping, and after watching the carriage go away, he turned around and walked away with Yuchun.

As he walked, he asked, "The carriage is from your house?"

Yuchun didn't like to deal with him, but thinking that it was also the New Year, he said, "Why do children inquire so much?"

"Where am I small?" the little fan was not convinced, "I will be fourteen in the New Year." ”

"Fourteen is not a child yet?" Yuchun disregarded with contempt, "Can you marry? If you can't marry, you are a child, fourteen or fourteen, I thought I was old, I don't know how old I thought I was forty." ”

"Then your young lady is also a child, do you dare to say this to your young lady?" The little fan has always been sharp-tongued, and he caught the loophole in Yuchun's words at once.

Yu Chunyu stammered for a moment and said with a stiff neck: "My young lady is naturally different!"

The little fan laughed quietly: "You just said it yourself, you are a child before you reach the age of marriage." ”

"Anyway, my young lady is different. Yuchun glanced at him quite smugly, but his voice was lowered, "People like you and your young master are children, don't look at your young master's age than my young lady, but if you really want to talk about it, ten young masters of your family are not as smart as my young lady!Hmph!"

Yuchun snorted back, ignored him, and trotted towards Shen Nisheng.

The little fan held two pots of wine and looked at the back of Shen Nishang's master and servant in front of him, and sighed very sadly in his heart.

Even the maids around Miss Shen looked down on their young master, so you can imagine what Miss Shen thought in her heart.

It's no wonder that the young master doesn't speak every time he sees Miss Shen, and even takes him to be a head shorter in front of other people's maids!

This little fan felt sorry for himself, and Shen Nishang had already entered the yard over there.

The courtyard was already burning, Mu Qing was wearing a crimson robe lined with a clear complexion, and a few of Rong Su's old clothes were being thrown into the fire one by one.

Seeing Shen Nishang come in, he raised his head and looked at it with a smile, and the firelight reflected his cheeks crystallinely: "Ni Shang come quickly-" handed over two old clothes, "Come, you can also help the eldest brother get rid of the obscurity." ”

Shen Nishang looked down at the clothes in her hand, Rong Su walked out of the room, looking helpless: "Good clothes-"

"The old doesn't go and the new doesn't come," Shen Nishang threw her clothes into the fire, "Some things should be thrown away, the so-called removal of the old and welcome the new, the old is not removed, how to welcome the new?"

"That's it," Mu Qing was very happy when he saw Shen Nishang standing on his side, and echoed again and again, "When I was a child, I had to find a lot of old clothes every year for the New Year, and I rarely get sick when I look like this, and my eldest brother will burn a few more pieces this year, so I can't say that my body will be better next year." By the way, big brother, you can see if there are any other things that you don't need, don't wear them, as long as they are used old things, you can burn more. ”

"Big brother can't talk about you. Rong Su looked at the two with a shallow smile.

Shen Nishang threw the remaining clothes in his hand into the fire, turned around and walked towards the house: "Since I want to burn a few clothes and then have enough, I'll look for it again." ”

She walked past Rong Su and walked straight in, not looking at him.

Rong Su wanted to stop it, but he didn't open his mouth for some reason.

Mu Qing smiled behind him: "There is still a way to wear clothes, I only took a few clothes just now, and the other big brothers didn't let me move." ”

Shen Nishang went directly into the study.

Rong Su's study is extremely simple, with only one desk and one chair, and a cabinet and a box against the wall.

Shen Nishang's eyes swept over the bookcase, and she walked directly to the cabinet without stopping, and opened the cabinet, where there were two stacks of books on the right side of the cabinet, and a stack of plain paper and a few scrolls of paintings next to it.

Shen Nishang's gaze fell on the scroll, and he reached out to open it, only to see that the first scroll was painted with a pastoral landscape. The painting is freehand, the green hills in the distance are like lying cows, the clear stream is gurgling on the right, a small fence courtyard is located in the middle, and the surrounding green trees are verdant.

A few chicks are led by a hen in the yard in search of food.

A laid-back and laid-back meaning.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, Shen Nishang didn't look back, rolled up the scroll and put it back, and opened the second scroll. (To be continued.) )