On the second day, the snow was clear, and the bright golden black reflected the windows of the carved acacia flowers on the clouds, and the branches of the Yae cherry blossoms were covered with thin ice, like a jade tree agar. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The girl waited for everyone to freshen up, and put the meal on the table, Yun Zhi personally prepared for everyone, and the breakfast served was full of soup, and there was actually a bowl of extremely appetizing soy milk noodles.

Different from what Mama Luo used to make, the soybean milk noodles in Yunfu are more exquisite.

The red bean boiling juice is used to filter out impurities, the color is light red and bright, and it is served in a bowl of azure bone china orchid lotus petals, with a cluster of snow-white cloud silk noodles, and some Xuanwei ham and home-brewed dried tofu are cut on it, and a drop of ruby-like bean curd is also ordered, with a few turquoise vegetable cores.

In addition to Luo Pujia, everyone had tasted Mama Luo's craftsmanship that day, and then tasted this bowl of soy milk noodles, but felt that the entrance was more sweet, Yun Zhi smiled sweetly: "There is home-brewed apple cider vinegar in it, which is appetizing and delicious." ”

Most of the high-ranking families have a few private dishes from their own families. The dishes of Yunfu are exquisite and gorgeous, and the small places are full of care, so that they have a bit of the taste of the imperial system, especially in line with Murong Wei's taste.

Everyone's thoughts were on Yi Yi Xi's farewell, so they didn't pay attention here.

At lunchtime, Mrs. Yun put a kang in the Taoran Pavilion on the top of the mountain, and invited everyone to go and enjoy the plum blossoms.

Everyone came in a hurry, and Mrs. Li stood at the door with a smile on her face early, and greeted each other with the sisters. During this period, she rarely spoke, but she was always warm and considerate to arrange wine and fruits for everyone.

Mrs. Yun was wearing a ginger homely clothes, wearing a bean-green forehead, and a piece of green jade on it, sitting on the big kang near the window, lining her eyebrows more kindly.

Like Mrs. Li, Mrs. Yun doesn't talk much, and more often she laughs and listens to their sisters' small talk. During this period, he opened his mouth several times and inquired about the good time between Chen Zhihua and Wen Wan, but he did not mention Yun Zhi's in-laws in a word. only smiled and said that he was waiting for the couch, and asked everyone to come to Yunfu as a guest on the sixth day of the new year.

Everyone agreed, had lunch in Taoran Pavilion, and because they were worried about the twenty-odd miles of the return journey, they got up early and said goodbye. Although he was reluctant, with Mrs. Yun on his side, he congratulated Yun Zhi with a smile and asked her to marry with peace of mind.

Mrs. Yun agreed with everyone one by one, and deliberately took Xia Lanxin's hand, gentle and mellow: "Good boy, go back and say hello to the two old people on my behalf, and also ask the Hou Ye and your mother how well." In a few days, my lord and I will come to visit."

Xia Lanxin bent her knees and agreed, asked Mrs. Yun to stay, and boarded the carriage with chopsticks and everyone.

When bidding farewell to the cloud house, Yun Zhi still stood in front of the hanging flower door to send each other affectionately, everyone walked far away, looked out from the back curtain lifted, and could also see the slender figure of the hanging flower wall, the clothes fluttering.

Back in Canwei Palace, Murong Wei also had a small loss in her heart. The pathos of marrying far away in her previous life is still a thorn in her heart, and she still remembers the worried and reluctant eyes of her father and mother.

The so-called father-daughter-mother-son game, in the end, is just that parents want to look at the backs of their children and drift away, and the children, knowing that the mountains are far away, can only bury the family affection deep in their hearts, and it is always difficult to achieve both.

In her previous life, I didn't know if there was such a person as Yun Zhi, let alone where she married. Although everything is strange now, Murong Wei can't tell the difference.

At dusk, the snow began to fall again. Everyone broke up at the city gate, because it was difficult to walk on the snowy road, Luo Pujia went to Mrs. Ruan to buy a few snacks, returned to Luo's pharmacy, and the day had already paid the second watch.

I think the trail that was swept out early in the morning is now covered with snow again, and the front of Roche's Pharmacy is white, with only a few ruts running over the traces, shallow and blurry.

Looking out from the raised car curtain, a few lights left at the door of the pharmacy were warm, the apricot yellow banner was swaying in the snow, and the four words Luo Pharmacy on it were clearly recognizable.

As for the road he wants to take in the future, Luo Pujia Fanli already has a rough direction. After this while, she needs to think about it and ask for her brother's consent.

At the beginning, looking for relatives, Ronyan said that the years went by, so that he delayed marrying a wife and having children. Now that it has taken root in the capital, Ronyan still has to pass on the lineage and support the lintel of the Luo family.

Counting on his fingers, the days when he can rely on his brother will probably become less and less, and Luo Pujia also cherishes the days when he stays in Luodi Pharmacy.

The car stopped at the door, Luo Pujia stepped down, only to realize that at this hour, there was an unfamiliar black paint flat-topped carriage parked at the door of the pharmacy.

Seeing that a female dependent got out of the car, the groom who was driving on the black paint flat-topped carriage was very well-behaved. He lowered his eyes, just looked at his nose and nose, and looked at his mouth, and did not look at Luo Pujia, who returned late.

Luo Pujia wrapped her cloak tightly and went inside, picked up the half-cut blue cloth printed curtain, just as her brother hurriedly came out of it wearing a black haired coat, followed by a medicine boy carrying a medicine box, and both of them were in a hurry.

Looking at this, thinking that she was going to visit the clinic in the starry night, Luo Pujia hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Where is my brother going?"

Luo Nayan hurriedly replied: "The new head of the household, Lord Wu, suddenly had a colic, and the situation was very dangerous. Because the key fell at the palace gate, I couldn't ask the imperial doctor, so I was specially asked to take a look. You rest early, you don't have to leave the door for me. ”

This is about the meaning of keeping vigil all night and waiting for Wu Shilang to get out of danger. Luo Pujia knew that her brother was benevolent, and she did not dissuade her, but said diligently: "Brother don't worry, I have me at home." ”

Luo Pujia shook off the snowflakes on her shoulders, turned her head back out, and watched her brother and the little boy hurry into the carriage, and then told the men to close the doors and windows and go back to their rooms to change their clothes.

Yun Zhi said yesterday that if you can marry the person you like, it will not be in vain to waste your life. This sentence is deeply said in Luo Pujia's heart, the more unobtainable things are, the more precious they are.

Those golden and noble girls have such blessings, but it is a pity that for Luo Pujia, the expectation of winning the heart of one person and being inseparable from the white head has become a mirror.

Being able to share their happiness is also a luxury that I never dared to think of before. Luo Pujia was secretly deeply hurt for a moment before calming down and pondering the gift she wanted to give to Yun Zhi.

Roche's Pharmacy was started from scratch by a brother and sister, and naturally has a weak foundation. When it comes to gold, silver and jewelry, Luo Pujia is even worse than a few of them, and there is indeed nothing decent to add makeup to her hands. It's just that, looking at the self-portrait left by Yun Zhi yesterday, Luo Pujia had a great idea.

Regardless of the deeper exposure, Luo Pujia sat up in her cloak and ordered the little girl to light a candle.

Under the lamplight, Luo Pujia took silver scissors to light up the candles, asked the little girl to set up the embroidery shed, and then took out her own needlework dustpan, sat on the couch and subdivided the silk thread, made a list of things that needed to be purchased, and carefully embroidered a table screen for Yun Zhi.