Who knew that Helian Yi said: "When I came back this time, I always felt that Rong Yu had changed a lot, and he was not as kind as before, and he didn't seem to like to be taken care of when I talked to him! Where did such a thing happen before? Is your master really as he said in the letter, because of the blow? Why do I always think he is weird?"

Qing Boudoir didn't know how to answer, so she smiled and said: "I don't know this question very well, after the change from home, Master's personality has indeed changed a lot, not only is he indifferent, even his former friends don't interact anymore, some people say he is sick, some people say he is evil, I don't believe it, I only believe that he was hit and became hostile to people!" Speaking of this, I was afraid that Helian Yi would alienate the master because of this, so I remedied it for the master:" Although the master looks a little colder, but the other person is fine, you feel that he is strange, it may be that you haven't seen each other for a long time, and you are estranged from each other, get along with him more in the future, and it will be better slowly!"

Helian Yi nodded, lost in thought.

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After the matter calmed down, Qing Boudoir felt sorry for Helian Yi, so she picked out more than a dozen jars of wine and gave it to him, although it could not make up for the slightest debt, at least it could make her feel at ease, the master often said that owing favors was a taboo, and she didn't want to owe it all the time, since he liked to drink, he would give him wine, although the wine in their palace was not as good as the elixir and jade dew in the palace, but it was also heart-warming and moving.

She arranged for a few people to carry the wine, coming and going, not caring at all about Rong Yu and Fu Tai passing by, and she didn't know that they also listened to her instructions. The jars are fine wines, the stoppers are wooden, not too firm, and must be walked steadily. She cares about people while instructing, and her words and demeanors are all cautious. Fu Tai said something to Rong Yu, Rong Yu's eyes were plucked, and he went to the study alone.

They walked in a hurry, didn't even say a word, and when Qing Boudoir reacted, Rong Yu and the others were gone, only the cold wind remained, the plum branches swayed, she frowned in place, her heart was like being slashed back and forth by a dagger, pain, heartache, the master misunderstood her again, the master must have misunderstood her again, if he hugged Helianyi before, he was half-convinced, then this time the wine is undoubtedly the evidence is conclusive, and the master has probably finalized her mind.

The goal is achieved, it is said that she should be happy, but I don't know why she is so sad, so suffering from gains and losses, she doesn't understand that she obviously likes Master, why she has to say that she likes Helian Yi, she just wants to return the favor, and now she can't even explain the favor, she is extremely sad, it turns out that she cares about him so much, cares about his words and deeds.

Was she wrong? Is she really wrong?

She likes Rong Yu, she loves it, she never dares to reveal the slightest bit of admiration, she seals her heart and doesn't let anyone snoop, even if she bumps into her somewhere, she is also light and light, talking and laughing freely, she does things reasonably, reasonable and almost unreasonable. She cared about Rong Yu, and ran to the study in the middle of the night to give him a cloak, she said that the master is the country's talent, and she should take care of her body, she blocked the wine for the master at the palace banquet, and even the emperor was surprised, she said, the master is my reborn parents, will you watch your parents get drunk? She transcribed all kinds of red for the master, and the arm she wrote was about to be crippled, she said that I didn't want to help the master, I just did my meager help for the people, she always found all kinds of reasons to prevaricate, afraid that others would see Ni Duan, Rong Yu didn't understand very much, and stared at her every time, her eyes were deep and long.

She and Master spent day after day in this trivial matter, and her dedication to him could be seen by anyone with a discerning eye, only he was cold and indifferent. In the blink of an eye, Rong Yu said that Chinese New Year's Eve was approaching, give her an annual leave, and Qing Yu went home for the New Year as usual, and when she left, Rong Yu took the burden from Lingya's hand and handed it to her personally: "Don't forget to report safety when you arrive, Master is so relieved to be here!"

"Got it, Master!" Qing Boudoir hugged her burden, thin and thin, and her eyes smiled into a small crescent: "Master, don't worry about me, I know martial arts, and I can protect myself! See you at the beginning of next year!"

"Hmm!" Rong Yu stood in the wind with her sleeves fluttering lightly, watching her slowly leave.

I have to leave for more than ten days, there is an indescribable discomfort in my heart, Qing Pudah leaned in the carriage and thought, it is another year of Chinese New Year's Eve, time flies really fast.

Qingzhu's mother lives in the Baijiamiao in the alley north of the city, known as Mrs. Mu Zhu, Chinese New Year's Eve looks like four or five this year, this Mrs. Mu Zhu is not small, is the eldest daughter of the former superintendent of the assassin history, because Shu is not favored, at the age of sixteen she married the assassin Shi's subordinates, who knows that the fate is not good, only two years before the widow, that year Qing Zhu is only a few months old, there is no name. Later, after several turnovers, her sister was elected as a concubine and was favored, and all the people of the Mu family were favored, the official was an official, the fief of the fief, and even she was named Mrs. Joan of Arc. It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and the emperor suddenly died after a few years, the new prince named Lixun, young and vigorous, and vicious, he didn't like the Mu family, so he tried his best to reduce the power of the Mu family, except for Concubine Mu who had not moved, and the others were all dismissed and abandoned, Mrs. Mu Zhu was indifferent and didn't like to argue with others, so she took the opportunity to move to the Baijia Temple to live, but she didn't expect to live here for seven or eight years.

The alley is getting closer and closer, and the old wooden door can be seen in the distance, both strange and familiar......

After studying in the palace for a year, and seeing her mother again, Qing Boudoir hugged her mother and cried, crying for a long time, before Mrs. Mu Lan helped her wipe her tears and said: "Since you are back, you can rest well, what do you want to eat, do you know? ”

"No need, mother, my daughter doesn't want to eat fish!

"How's that going to work? You see you're skinny?"

How thin is it? Qing Boudoir looked at herself, and found that she had not changed at all, and couldn't help but tease her, and later learned that her mother said that she was thin but a doting word, and there was no other meaning, she bit her handkerchief and laughed, and she also felt that she opened her eyes and said nonsense.

But the problem is here, the mother eats fasting and recites Buddha on weekdays, and she can't get meat at all, this time she actually wants to kill fish for her, she can't help it, she says she wants to help, her mother is afraid that she will freeze, and she won't let her get anything, and said that she is waiting for her good food, she is quite speechless, she has not eaten anything good in the palace, but her mother is so persistent, maybe this is a mother's love for her children, simple, even a little old-fashioned, thinking about it is all tear-jerking.

After eating, my mother said that I would take care of some New Year's goods, Qing Boudoir took out a pen and inkstone, and made a large list, not a day, one by one, Le's mother couldn't help but praise her: "It is worthy of being a student taught by Rongyu, speaking and doing things is different, or your aunt has a good vision, and worships a university scholar as a teacher." ”

Qing Boudoir smiled but did not answer.

After buying things, naturally you have to summarize them, tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, and it is time to prepare, Mrs. Mu Zhu sat in the house to trim a pot of Maolan, clean the table, hang lanterns, paste couplets, maybe because of boredom, Mu Zhu actually asked her many inexplicable questions, such as is it good to eat and dress on weekdays? Is Rong Yu strict or not strict? Did he marry? When did he marry? Did your aunt ever go there? Is Xiao Huaizheng okay?

Question after question, ask a head, two big, she hates the length of mundane things the most, the maid in the house is like this, and the mother is like this when she comes back, answer it, it's too cumbersome, don't answer it, and it's not filial, it's just uh-huh, ah, said some very perfunctory words.

Mu Zhu probably couldn't ask anything, so he chirped: "You Nizi, when did you talk to your mother and hide it?"

"That's not true, the master only said to do his job well, and not to talk about the rights and wrongs of others, if there is an order from above, just do it, no need to ask more. ”

"Hey, a master, it's not ashamed to call it, people who leave home all the year round are really not as good as home-raised, and the mother who sees it regrets it!" Mu Zhu said sourly, and later said: "You also said it, it was in the palace, and now there are only our mothers here! I am your mother, if you don't tell your mother, who else can you expect to tell me?"

As soon as she heard that she was going to be a teacher, Qing Boudoir suddenly became confused: "Why do you want to become a teacher? I have been in the bachelor's mansion very well, and I still have a lot of knowledge to learn!"

Mu Zhu didn't care: "Why do girls read so many books?

"Mother, what did you say, am I the kind of person who covets power?" Qing Boudoir said: "I just can't bear the master, when I think of going out of the master, my whole person is in chaos, time flies too fast, I haven't even reacted!"

Seeing that she was childish, Mu Zhu sneered: "There are still many things that have not reacted, for example, your age is not young, I am afraid that you should find a mother-in-law next year!"

"Mother, my daughter will never marry!"

"I'm talking about it again, girls will eventually go out when they grow up, do you want to be a female Taoist?" Mu Zhu saw that her daughter was a little shy, so she didn't continue to tease: "Mother knows that you are embarrassed, but don't worry, Mother will definitely find a good home for you!" Then he asked: "Hey, what do you think of your aunt's Huai Zheng?"

"Mother, what are you talking nonsense, Huai Zheng is two years younger than me, and he is my aunt!"

"What's that, the female junior holds the gold brick, and she's only two years old!"

As soon as Qing Boudoir turned around, she didn't bother to talk about anything, how could she not understand her mother's mind, her mother likes Huai Zheng, and often hints in front of her aunt, although she doesn't know when it started, but her aunt is basically acquiescing, and the 'good home' in her mother's mouth is probably this.

Hey, it's just nonsense, Qing Boudoir hung the lantern on the wall angrily, from childhood to adulthood, her mother never understood her, let alone what she wanted, in fact, what she wanted was just a stable life for ordinary people, and her mother, blindly trying to push her to the rich, didn't she believe in Buddhism? Most of the people who believe in Buddhism advocate poverty, why is she so good at money? So she argued with her mother, who was so angry that she was half dead, and finally she shut up, of course, her heart was also isolated from it.

The biggest tragedy in the world is that no matter how bad the mood is, it will continue to come the next day, and it will be exactly the same, she is too lazy to get up, or her mother repeatedly called her to give up, and after getting up, it snowed heavily outside, and snowflakes flew all over the sky. She strolled through the snow dance, looking at the red lights, firecrackers, and children's frolicking in every house, and couldn't help but feel sad, she reached out to catch the snowflakes, and the snow hit the cold palms, melted, and could not be found again.

It snows every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, and this year seems to be a little more melancholy than usual.

The first is the relationship between her and Huai Zheng, and the second is that she will be a teacher after completing her studies, and she doesn't know what her fate will be next year, but one thing she is very sure of is that she is really about to leave the master, eight years, and the teacher is not far away, even if the master wants to keep her, it will not be a system, not to mention that the master is a person who follows the system, the rules are greater than everything, and he will definitely not object when he is wonderful, and there is no reason for students to be teachers for a lifetime.

Thinking about it, tears gradually blurred her eyes......

I don't know how it passed during the day, but I remember that I seemed to wash a lot of vegetables, rolled out a lot of dumpling wrappers, large bowls and small bowls, and countless more. At night, fireworks and firecrackers are set off everywhere, even their house is released, the sky is gorgeous, lost their eyes, the mother did not come out in the house, the boudoir is a person who can't sit still, just stand under the eaves to watch the fireworks, her hands tightly hold the collar of the cloak, the cloak is rabbit fur, is the rabbit skin brought back by the master hunting, at that time he said, this rabbit skin is too fluffy and too soft, useless, more suitable for girls to make clothes, boudoir! You are weak, reading at night and cold, make you a cloak just right.

She thought it was casual, but who knew that a few days later he really asked someone to make a cloak, or a rabbit fur cloak, at that time she was wearing a small rabbit skin cloak, going around, and when she met people, she said that the master did it, and she was reluctant to take it off even when she was sleeping, if it wasn't for the sleeping hair and the blanket stained white, it is estimated that few people could persuade her.

The past is vivid, as if it happened yesterday, Qing Boudoir rubbed his hands, until he saw the fireworks disperse, and was about to enter the house, when suddenly someone knocked on the door outside, Qing Boudoir was surprised, and hurriedly went to open the door.

There were several officers and soldiers standing outside the door, and there were mottled snowflakes on their bodies, and when they saw the boudoir, they handed her a roll of red couplets in their hands, saying that the emperor was enjoying the flowers by the railing, and occasionally got a good sentence, and the university scholar was opposite, and the meaning was still unfinished, I wanted to ask Miss Zheng to try to fill in a sentence, Miss, you fill it in, fill in the small fast horse to return to life.

Qing Boudoir opened a look, the royal pen on it, square atmosphere, rigorous writing: the big river to the east, the waves exhausted the heroes, asked the green mountains outside the building, the white clouds outside the mountain, where is the Tang Palace Hanque.

This emperor is very interesting, the New Year is still sighing and sighing, and there is no flower singing at all, since he is enjoying the flowers, she will send him a couplet, just in time, she patted the couplet on the wall, and replied: Xiaoyuan Spring Return, the warbler evokes a beautiful garden, look at the green trees by the pool, the red rain by the tree, there is Shun Ri Yaotian here.

The next song is Rongyu's, the pen is like flowing water, and the structure is scattered: one heart guards the Tao endlessly, and there is joy in poverty.

She admired the master for being so open-minded, but why was her heart so sad, so painful, and about to suffocate, but the official was standing and waiting, she couldn't hesitate, so she couldn't hesitate, so she wrote in a horizontal heart: Everything has a part in fate, and there is nothing else to ask for.

After writing, she handed the scroll to the officers and soldiers, and sent some silver taels away: "When you go back, you must tell the emperor and the scholars that the people's daughters are only shallow in their studies, and they are all prevaricators, which are not comparable to their excellent works, and tell them not to study them in detail!"

"Miss Zheng, don't worry! Our family will definitely convey it!" After speaking, the officer and soldier jumped on the horse with the couplet, whipped it, and disappeared at the end of the long alley.

Master: When you wrote the couplet, did you ever think about me?

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