The candles reflected in the window, the night was beautiful, Chen Xinhua's eyes were gloomy, and he looked over angrily.

"What are these words?" my father and brother worked hard to study, and although they did not hang their heads and pierce their heads, they also stayed awake all day long. The rigorous attitude of the students in Alexandra Academy, Chen Xinhua urinating, left a deep impression on her heart.

Chen Xinhua pulled back the comb grate in Cui Yao's hand, and said to him: "My husband has such a plan, which is the blessing of me and Brother Duan'er, how can the concubine be unreasonable." Husband just rest assured to do learning, I have parents in Beijing to take care of, and there are also a few handkerchiefs in the past to walk around, let's be single-minded and patiently wait for next year's spring. ”

I failed to do two things, but my wife still patiently persuaded and had no regrets. Cui Yao's heart was hot, and he shook Chen Xinhua's hand heavily.

The night was dark, and the words of the husband and wife gradually fell. Looking at the crescent moon like a hook and the shallow reflection of the window screen, Cui Yao gently picked off the blue silk tent in front of the bed, and thoughtfully tucked the quilt corner for Chen Xinhua.

In the middle of the moon, the bowl of sweet Laba porridge on the Laba Festival was resting on Murong Wei's desk at this time.

Mama Luo retrieved the eight-treasure porridge from the royal temple, which was still mixed with three kinds of porridge, and filled her with a full bowl, and the rest was distributed to the palace people.

A bowl of porridge is still the same, but it has been many years since the last time I ate it.

On the Laba Festival in the seventh year of Chongming, I also remembered that Mama Luo respectfully went to the royal temple to get porridge, and the mind that had been boiled in the small kitchen for a day and a night was broken by her together with the lotus bowl of jasper green, and splashed on the mirror-like black jade ground of the Bright Wei Palace, and peanuts and red dates were sprinkled all over the ground.

At that time, she overthrew herself in the snow for Su Duhan, and she was in a big trouble with him, so she didn't care what Dragon and Tiger General died, and what aunt was heartbroken.

On that day, the already anxious queen mother's persuasion was to no avail, and she tore it up, how could she ever be considerate of Mama Luo's heart.

Then, without Mama Luo, no one went to the royal temple to get porridge, and no one told the small kitchen to boil the sweet taste she loved to eat.

It seems that the eight-treasure porridge in the palace was also brought to him by tassels, but it was tasteless. She was thinking about Su Duhan, who was far away in the border city, and finally the porridge bowl turned from hot to cold, and she gradually couldn't eat.

Since then, the palace is no longer the quiet years of the past. With Mama Luo being killed with a cane, accompanied by the wind and rain of Xixia, and accompanied by a letter from the front line, everyone in the palace was already in danger, and there was no longer half of the festive atmosphere.

In the years that followed, it was the deepest pain of memory. Murong Wei is either trapped in Kangnan Palace, or imprisoned in the Ruined Palace of Canwei, and it has been years since she missed this bowl of favorite sweet porridge.

I just drank porridge with everyone, and it felt like a world away. Murong Wei was still insufficient, so she asked Mama Luo to add another bowl for herself, quietly sniffing the sweet smell of Laba porridge, Murong Wei stirred it with a silver spoon, and tasted it greedily.

The moon bends and shines on Kyushu, and a few families are happy and a few are sad.

Thousands of miles away in the border city, Chu Zhaohui had just recovered from a serious illness, his chin was so thin that his face was so pale that it was almost transparent. Today is the Laba Festival, and the imperial city is afraid that the streets are already full of porridge, and Luo Qi in the small pot also specially cooked eight-treasure porridge for her, which exudes aroma, but she has no appetite.

Looking at Luo Qi's eager eyes, Chu Zhaohui reluctantly picked up the bowl, scooped up a peanut, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, but it tasted the same as chewing wax.

As soon as he spoke, his voice was hoarse after the high fever, Chu Zhaohui asked in a sand voice, "Do you know where the more than 2,000 people who fled?"

Luo Qi's heart jumped suddenly, and he quietly raised his eyes and shook his head lightly: "There is no news, those guides are back to the camp at noon today." It is said that they tracked in the snow for a day and a night, and at first they could see the footprints and horseshoe prints of Huang Jie and others. The snow fell heavier and heavier, covering everything without a trace, and there was no trace to be found. The guides were afraid of getting lost, so they had to go down the mountain first and come back to report the news. ”

Chu Zhaohui nodded lightly, a wisp of concern spread in his heart, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say. A tear slowly slid down her cheek and fell into the steaming porridge bowl, where she disappeared.

Luo Qi sighed silently, stirred the porridge bowl for Chu Zhaohui, and said with concern: "Madame's illness is just right, so I must relax my heart." Today's Laba Festival, the slave and maid specially boiled this porridge, and the lady ate a small half bowl, let's have a happy holiday. ”

"Thank you", Chu Zhaohui just wanted to reassure her, eating porridge one by one, and said shyly: "Put more sugar in it, it must be sweet to be delicious." ”

Luo Qi got up and took the sugar jar, added another half a spoon of sugar to the porridge bowl, and handed it to Chu Zhaohui again.

It always has to be so sweet that even all his senses and taste buds are numb, Chu Zhaohui feels that he can swallow this bowl of eight-treasure porridge. I can't forget until I die, it was last year today, the bad news that Su Rui was not alive suddenly spread to the imperial city, and the tea cup she was holding in the Fengluan Hall was splashed and shattered on the ground.

And at this time this year, it was Su Duhan who stabbed him in the heart. As long as he thought of the three rings of severing the love between mother and child in the snow, as well as the pieces of clothes that flew into butterflies, Chu Zhaohui was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

Seeing Luo Qi looking at herself with worried eyes, Chu Zhaohui really couldn't look indifferent, she pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled lightly, and sighed: "Children are debts, I said something that shouldn't be said, but now I envy a person like Miss Qi who comes and goes without worry, and my heart is quiet." ”

Among the dead soldiers like Luo Qi who followed Lao Taijun, they were all less weak and not restrained by others, very few people were willing to marry, and even more never looked at people with their true faces.

Each had their own speechlessness, Luo Qi was speechless, and only smiled softly. He also served a small half bowl of porridge and accompanied Chu Zhaohui to eat.

There was a commotion outside, and the laughter of the soldiers could be heard in the distance, rough and cheerful, diluting the gloomy atmosphere inside the tent. Chu Zhaohui put aside the porridge bowl, put on a thick cloak, and stood in front of the big tent with Luo Qi to breathe.

Seeing that the campfires were red everywhere in the camp and a barbecue grill was set up, Luo Qi explained with a smile: "General Li gave wine to the soldiers today, so that they could have a Laba Festival. ”

Chu Zhaohui looked at it for a long time, smelling the aroma of the spirits, the aroma of the barbecue on the shelf, and listening to the shouts of the soldiers coming from afar, and he felt that this noisy scene was so cordial, as if it could dissolve the depression that had accumulated in his heart for a long time.

Su Ri was most tired of the loud noise, but today I heard the taste of liveliness, and a stormy heart gradually calmed down in this lively scene.