The sound of firecrackers and the lighting of lanterns. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On the night of the twenty-ninth day of Yunyang City Gate, the first fireworks were lit, children wore new clothes, women wore buns, and they carried lanterns to the street to play, and a red lantern was hung in front of the door of every house, and from a distance, Yunyang was as red as a sea of fire.

In front of the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, there were two women, one tall and one short, the slightly taller woman gathered the cloak on her head, exhaled cold air, looked at the distance on tiptoe, and asked the eyebrows beside her, "Father hasn't come back yet?"

"Girl, let's go in and wait, the lord said that he has political affairs to discuss with His Majesty today, and he will come back later. Mei'er lifted the lantern in her hand upward, hoping to let Mu Yiyu see it clearly.

After Chinese New Year's Eve, all major officials will take a seven-day vacation, which is about to take a vacation, and the small things that have accumulated in the DPRK for a year will naturally be solved quickly, and Mu Qingyun, as the head of the hundred officials, has been going out early and returning late these days, and he has not been seen all day.

Mei'er glanced back at Mu Shuyue who was standing in the corridor, and under the dim light, she couldn't see the expression on her face clearly. Mei'er whispered: "Girl, don't you know that it's cold, some people have to stand inside even if they wait, and they look sick, who will pretend to be there!"

"Mei'er, don't be rude!" Mu Yiyu snatched the lantern from her hand and reprimanded in a low voice, and the louder and louder sound of lifting the sedan chair happened to cover up the reprimand, and then the voice of the servant: "Fall off the sedan chair!"

"It's my father who is back!" Mu Yiyu looked at each other with his eyebrows and smiled, and stepped forward one after another, Mu Qingyun, who came out of the sedan chair, was dyed white by the goose feather snow after a while, and Mu Shuyue under the corridor glanced at Xiaolian beside her, and handed her a paper umbrella, "Go." ”

"It's so late, you still come out and wait, beware of freezing your body. Mu Qingyun smiled heartily, seeing his daughter who was becoming more and more sensible, he was also happy in his heart, and suddenly remembered the incident that His Majesty the Emperor accidentally mentioned in the imperial study today, and the smile on his face became more and more unstoppable.

Xiaolian, who was holding a paper umbrella, ran out from under the corridor, held up the umbrella for Mu Qingyun, and said, "The master is back, the girl has been waiting for a long time!"

Before he could answer, Mu Yiyu narrowed his eyes and bit his lip. The eyebrows beside her glared at Xiaolian, who knew that the little hoof had been by Mu Shuyue's side for a long time, and she had become more and more arrogant, she was just a second-class maid in the past, but now she dared to argue with her eyebrows.

"Good, good. Mu Qingyun stroked his palms and laughed, "The old man has your two daughters, it is really a blessing from the previous life, Ming'er will enter the palace to participate in the Chinese New Year's Eve banquet on Chinese New Year's Eve, today our father and daughter are three people, get together." "Mrs. Cheng Xiang is the same clan as the Empress Dowager, although Mrs. Cheng Xiang has passed away, Mu Qingyun has to go to this Chinese New Year's Eve banquet.

At the bottom of the corridor, Mu Shuyue naturally took off the cloak on Mu Qingyun's body, shook off the wind and snow brought outside the house, and smiled, "Shuyue can be by her father's side, which is also Shuyue's blessing." ”

Mu Yuyu's eyebrows rolled his eyes, covered his cheeks and said, "Sour." The next moment, her arm was twisted by Mu Yuyu.

Chef Ku had already prepared dinner, but Mu Qingyun came back late, and he went down to heat it up several times. When Mu Qingyun returned home, it was just in time for the third time, and it was still hot.

The three of them sat down, and the two maids who were waiting for Mu Yuyu and Mu Shuyue stood aside, bowing their heads and listening quietly.

"I'm still stunned, let's eat it quickly. Mu Qingyun came back late, and saw that the two daughters were hungry all the time in order to wait for him, so he hurriedly moved his chopsticks and let them eat together.

Mu Yuyu, who had not yet stretched out his chopsticks, paused his arm when he saw Mu Shuyue, who had been pressing the corners of his mouth, blinked, and took his arm back.

The eyebrows standing behind him pursed their lips, not knowing what Mu Shuyue was doing.

"Shuyue, what's wrong?'s not well?" Mu Qingyun also saw that something was wrong with Mu Shuyue, and hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks and asked with concern.

Mu Shuyue pulled a smile and shook her head slightly: "It's nothing, my daughter has been living abroad all year round, and she can't have a good year at all, this year is almost Chinese New Year's Eve, and she is full of emotion, and she just remembered some things in the past." ”

Hearing this, Mu Yiyu silently picked up the rice in the bowl, and suddenly felt that the food was tasteless.

When he mentioned the past, Mu Qingyun couldn't help but sigh, "Hey, it's all my father's fault, I've made you suffer for so many years." ”

Mu Shuyue shook her head, "The suffering that my daughter has suffered is nothing, at least she can be reunited with her father now, but ...... Mother she, mother has waited all her life and never waited for the day of reunion with her father, Chinese New Year's Eve was supposed to pay tribute to the ancestors, the daughter is not filial, mother and her...... There has never even been a serious tablet. ”

Mu Qingyun at the dinner table was silent for a long time, looking at the daughter who was sobbing in a low voice opposite, as if he remembered the gentle woman who stood outside the chai gate and wiped her tears with a handkerchief when she went to the imperial examination.

She said, "I'll wait for you to come back." ”

Waiting for decades, from the white day to dusk, from the green silk to the gray hair, he still married someone else.

"I was negligent. Mu Qingyun only felt extremely annoyed in his heart, and stared at the rice in the bowl for a long time, "Tomorrow, I will find someone to build your mother's tablet and put it in the ancestral hall." ”

"Father!" Mu Yuyu looked surprised, what kind of place is the ancestral hall? It is a place to worship the ancestral tablet! The concubine is not qualified to enter at all, not to mention, Mu Shuyue's mother does not even have a name, he does this, it is obviously against the "Fengzhao Etiquette System"!

"The daughter thanked her father for her mother's mother. Mu Shuyue got up directly from the chair and blessed Mu Qingyun, but Mu Qingyun waved her hand again and again and helped her up, "Eat, eat." ”

When such an incident happened, Mu Yiyu felt even more uncomfortable, his father wanted to put Mu Shuyue's mother's tablet in the ancestral hall, how to put it? Put it with his mother's? What is this?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was a fire, and I couldn't just throw the chopsticks in my hand, and I stumbled over a meal, even if there were delicacies from the mountains and seas on this table, Mu Yiyu didn't have the heart to savor it.

The daughter felt a little tired, so she went back to the room to rest. Mu Yanyu took a deep breath and tried to relax the movements on his hand as much as possible.

Mu Qingyun glanced at Mu Yiyu, "Why did you get tired after just a few bites?"

"My sister is tired of waiting for her father, and her father has been working hard for state affairs all day, so she must be hungry, and she must be hungry. Mu Shuyue still had that sullen look, smiled and picked up the small porcelain bowl in front of Mu Qingyun, and filled him with a bowl of soup in front of him.

Before he could drink it, he heard the sound of Mu Yuyu accidentally touching the threshold when he went out, Mu Qingyun thought she was playing a little trick, and couldn't help but turn around and say: "How old are you, you still have such a child's heart, exactly the same as your mother." ”

Mu Yiyu, who walked to the corridor, clenched the handkerchief in his hand, tears rolled in his eyes, and he held a breath in his heart, wanting to spill it, but he didn't know how to spill it.