The winter night is heavy, the courtyard is a little cold and fragrant, the red and white plums compete to spit out, and the flowers enter the dreamland of Qian Gui.

The fingertips exposed on the outside of the red gauze brocade seemed to have a little gentle coolness, and Qian Gui heard the familiar sound of Wang, and suddenly opened his eyes.

The snow-white snow like a cloud poked its head out from the front of the couch, and the two jet-black eyes were as bright as obsidian, and they were arching their fingers with their cold noses, tilting their heads and sticking out their tongues playfully, looking naïve.

Qian Gui let out a cry of surprise: "Treading snow, it turns out that you are still alive." ”

waved to change the snow bed, Qian Gui took it in his arms, tears and overwhelmed the world.

I remember that I buried it under the grass in the house with my own hands, and I remember that I swallowed the gold chain and lay in the bright sun.

Qian Gui suddenly raised her hand, the thin gold chain was loosely wrapped around her jade-like wrist, and the tips of her ten fingers were still coated with bright red Kodan.

Looking around, this turned out to be the boudoir she was familiar with, her youthful appearance was reflected in the bronze mirror, and a face was as tender as a warm April day, Qian Gui cried with joy again.

Tsing Yi came in with a curtain, and the little girl with a double bun walked briskly, and the green silk skirt was hooked by Ruilan, revealing a pair of light pink embroidered shoes.

"Tsing Yi, so you are still so young?" Qian Gui covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and couldn't help but call softly.

Tsing Yi giggled, the seven or eight-year-old girl was smart and well-behaved, she grinned and said: "The slave maid is half a year older than the girl, how can she be smaller?"

If things go back to the way things were, would it be possible to turn things around today?

In the days of her escape, Qian Gui imagined this unattainable luxury more than once, and turning back on Huangquan Road really made her go back to ten years ago.

Instructed Tsing Yi to go to the kitchen to get the freshly boiled broth, Qian Gui pitifully mixed minced meat rice and fed it to Taxue for breakfast.

Treadxue stretched out her little pink tongue to lick the minced meat clean, and rolled comfortably on the thick carpet covered with gold and jade, and then rolled like a pompom to the bookcase, and after a while it made a slight snoring sound.

Through the window sash, it was Qian Jue's soft call: "Has my sister ever gotten up?" ”

Pushing open the mahogany window sash carved with phoenix medicine, Qian Jue, who was just a teenager, was handsome, smiling and holding a freshly picked red plum: "Send it to my sister to insert a bottle, this flower is so fragrant." ”

Qian Jue's nose was sour, and the tears she had collected earlier almost poured out, she took the plum blossom in Qian Jue's hand, and beckoned her brother to sit inside.

Qian Jue smiled and waved his hand: "King An's prince has made an appointment to go horseback riding today, and the second brother will go out in a while." I'm here to ask my sister, will my sister go to the flower viewing party in the King's Mansion the day after tomorrow?"

Qian Gui laughed lightly and sniffed the red plum on the tip of his nose: "It's not that there is nothing in our house, he admires his flowers, what does it have to do with us?"

Qian Jue was stunned for a moment, and Fang Nuannuan smiled: "Since my sister doesn't go, I will resign as well." Our own plum blossoms bloom in our house, and we don't lose half a point to King An's mansion, so the second brother might as well stay in the house to accompany his sister and mother. ”

Qian Jue nodded slightly, stretched out his hand through the window, and straightened the hood of Qian Jue: "Second brother will go early and return early today, I will make someone prepare a pot, and we will go to my mother's place for dinner in the evening." ”

Seeing Qian Jue's figure gradually disappear around the corner of the corridor, Qian Jue chose a bouquet skirt with butterfly flowers embroidered with butterflies and flowers on a big red background, and ordered someone to change his clothes for himself, and did not go to the main courtyard where his mother lived first, but went straight to Qian Weizhen's outer study.

Qian Weizhen took a break today, made a pot of tea, and was thinking about the batch of military salaries that would be sent to Guangxi the day after tomorrow. He got some sweetness from the border city before, but now his appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and he has the idea of paying this batch of military salaries for three years.

Qian Gui knocked on the door and entered, looked at the account book spread out on Qian Weizhen's case, and knew what his father had decided at a glance. The pain of extinction in her previous life was a loss that she couldn't heal, but in the end, she couldn't blame others.

The pot of freshly brewed old tea soup on the case was bright, Qian Gui picked up the pot to add water for Qian Weizhen, and the tea soup gradually filled the purple sand cup carved with the pattern of the fishing boat singing the night, but Qian Gui still kept his subordinates, and let the tea soup continue to overflow, causing Qian Weizhen to gently pat the back of her hand.

The bright red tea soup flowed down the cup, dripping all over the case, and soaked the account books on the case, it was obvious that Qian Qingbai Zhuo did it intentionally, Qian Weizhen hurriedly collected the account books, and shouted with a calm face: "Gui'er, don't mess around." ”

"When the water is full, it overflows, and when the moon is full, it is a loss, how can it be a fool's errand, just implore my father to think twice about doing things, and think about the Qian family first." Seven or eight-year-old Qian Gui stood upright, the condensation on her face did not match her age, and her beautiful eyes were like water, as if she wanted to look at Qian Weizhen's heart.

The big black and white eyes are as distinct as ink paintings, but they are full of chill. Her index finger bent slightly, and she pointed on the tea-stained account book, and her voice was as cold as a light spring: "No matter how much money you have, someone must accept it." Her father has always taught Gui'er the strategy of profit and loss in business, and Gui'er dare not forget it. ”

It was clearly a glimpse of Qian Weizhen's intention to embezzle military salaries, so he took the lead here. Qian Weizhen was shocked, and gradually aroused the hidden worries in his heart.

Qian Gui can only click on it, not knowing if his father will change his mind. She greedily walked around the house, regaining her old memories, and then turned back to her boudoir.

Treading the snow had just woken up, jumping up and running to her feet, so happy and simple.

Affectionate and hateful, money and misfortune. No matter how rich the Qian family is, in the end it will be like a dream.

Qian Gui bent down, hugged the snow into his arms, gently stroked its long fluff, overlapped the young snow with the memories of the previous life, and secretly prayed that there would be no more wandering with it in this life.

A full and overflowing cup of tea once gave Qian Weizhen a wake-up call, but it still couldn't stop his greedy heart. The secret guards in the mansion went back and forth several times, and a large amount of gold and silver was added to the treasury of the Qian family.

Qian Gui sighed, watching from a distance that his father still chose to be with Su Guangfu, and finally admitted that he was weak to return to heaven, so he gradually chose to give up.

In the early morning of May, Qian Gui gave her mother and wanted to go to Putuo Mountain to make incense and make a vow.

Mrs. Qian originally persuaded her that as long as there is a Buddha in her heart, the South China Sea is everywhere, so why go all the way? Qian Gui smiled lightly: "The red dust is disturbed, and the lotus flowers are in full bloom in the Buddha country, which can cleanse the soul." ”

Qian Gui was very determined, a flat boat carrying snow, and Tsing Yi and Biwu were accompanied, quietly going south.

On Qian Weizhen's bookcase, Qian Zhuo's last book still has not sounded the alarm for this profit-hungry person. When Qian Jue got his sister's words, he cried blood and gradually distanced himself from the house.

At the foot of Putuo Mountain, in the courtyard of an ordinary house, Qian Gui, who was dressed in Tsing Yi and plain clothes, was reading scriptures under the tree, lying lazily at her feet in the snow, walking through spring flowers and autumn moons, summer rain and winter snow together, and I didn't realize that it was another ten years.

In this life, the Qian family still has not escaped the fate of raiding the family and destroying the house, only Qian Jue is alone, Qian Gui received his brother's letter from afar, but silently chanted the Buddha in his heart.