In the spring of 1428, the third year of Xuande in the Ming Dynasty. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info just after the Spring Festival, not yet out of the fifteenth. The firecrackers and red crumbs all over the ground look very enchanting against the snow. This year's winter was surprisingly cold, and spring had not yet arrived. The white city of Qingzhou, covered with a layer of snow, is extraordinarily quiet and dignified against the backdrop of the cold moonlight.

Wanfu, the stone lion in front of the door is already covered with snow, moonlight, snow, the stone lion should be so quiet at night Wanfu is crowded and anxious. It turned out that tonight was Mrs. Wan's dystocia, and the midwives were helpless. Wangui, the master of Wanfu, the prefect of Qingzhou, no matter how much he covers the sky with his hands on weekdays, he can only resign himself to fate at this time.

Perhaps because of the snow, the night sky is exceptionally clean, the moon is extraordinarily large, and the moonlight is naturally exceptionally bright. The clear glow reflected through the red candle in the window on Mrs. Wan's beautiful face. Suddenly, Madame took her last breath, followed by a crisp cry of a baby girl...

Wan Gui hurriedly approached, didn't care to look at the baby, and took his wife's weakly lowered hand and wept. Mrs. Wan, at this time, was already angry, staring at the snow color reflected through the window lattice, and gathered all her strength to burst out of her mouth The word "Ruoxue", and then swam away. Wanfu was in pain at this time, and the cry of the baby girl was mixed with the cry of everyone.

The next day, the snow was still falling. The day after tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. Everywhere has begun to put up lights, but Wanfu has changed into a white thing, and everywhere is paper money and white flags. The people in the house wore linen and filial piety, and they melted into one color with the snow. Mrs. Wan's ebony coffin looked extremely heavy in the plain white mourning hall. Wan Gui, with a haggard face, sat in the mourning hall. At this time, Wangui is not only the pain of losing his wife, but also the fear and confusion of the future. Thinking of Mrs. Wan, when she married Wan Gui, Wan Gui was just a secretary of the Qingzhou Mansion. Mrs. Wan's father is a member of the capital, because Mrs. Wan's ancestral home is Qingzhou, and she met Wan Gui when she returned to her hometown with her father to visit relatives. And Wan Gui is intelligent by nature, outstanding in writing, and very measured in receiving people and things in the house, so he is quite familiar with adults. So far, this golden and jade relationship has been formed, and since then it has been on the rise. And now that Mrs. Xian is gone, the only one who can maintain the friendship with her father-in-law is Ruoxue, a child.

Just when Wangui was thinking a lot, his father-in-law, Lin Boping, and Lord Lin had already arrived in the mansion. The white-haired man sent the black-haired man to a grief-stricken person. Wan Gui had no other way but to cry with him. Lord Lin's mood calmed down a little, and Wan Gui ordered his subordinates to make good green tea and serve it to his father-in-law: Father-in-law, you are tired of traveling and feeling sad, drink some tea to quench your thirst.

Lin Boping realized that he had been crying for a long time, and his throat was itching as if it was on fire. Fang picked up the celadon tea cup and took a sip, and suddenly felt that his lips and teeth were fragrant, and he was incomparably clear. "What about the children?" What about my grandchildren?

Wan Gui hurriedly ordered someone to bring the child. Lin Boping said: "That's it, this mourning hall is extremely cold and afraid of scaring the child, take me to his room to have a look."

Wan Gui then brought his father-in-law to Ruoxue's room. I saw that the furnishings in the room were extremely delicate and attentive, no different from my daughter's preferences when she was there, and the gloom in my heart couldn't help but be a little less. The far-sighted baby, tightly wrapped in a light blue plain satin, was placed on a flowery crib carved with auspicious clouds, and the purple curtain embroidered with fish play lotus flowers hung so casually and just right. Lin Boping not only remembered the appearance of his daughter when she was born, but also a sense of sadness came up again. I don't know what kind of dream the baby had, but he giggled. The laughter like a song in the clouds suddenly pulled Lin Boping and Wan Gui out of their sad thoughts. Lin Boping realized that he had paced in front of the baby's bed. Looking closely, the child's skin is like condensation, his nose is like a gall, and a pair of plain silver bracelets are more and more bright against the background of the white and tender hands like bamboo shoots. At this time, she was breaking out of her swaddling clothes and babbling towards the sky, as if someone was teasing her in the air. Could it be that my daughter has been by Ruoxue's side all the time? Lin Boping looked at the pink-carved grandson in front of him, and suddenly transferred all his love and sorrow for his daughter to Ruoxue. And the only thing that can express his love is to make his son-in-law more prosperous, so as to give Ruoxue a better life.

A year later, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the gilded red lantern at the gate of Wanfu reflected the falling snow at the door, and the red plum and red makeup of a tree were coquettish, and the two stone lions at the door were more heroic. Wan Gui, under the support of the old man, has risen to the top and become a consolation envoy from the three products. And at this time, Wanfu also has a new hostess Wangui's continuation - Jiaofeng. This Jiaofeng is the daughter of a small rich family in Qingzhou City, although she is not as beautiful as Mrs. Wan, but she also has the softness and shrewdness of a small jasper. At this time, Jiaofeng was holding Ruoxue and Wangui on the street at the gate of Wanfu to watch lantern riddles. This is a variety of lanterns and riddles specially tied by Wanfu for the people of Qingzhou this year, all kinds of lantern riddles, celebrating with the whole world and enjoying with the people. At this time, Ruoxue was babbling in Jiaofeng's arms, with a pink baby face and lacquer-like eyes shining like pearls under the lamp. Wan Gui looked at the soft and charming Jiao Feng who regarded Ruoxue as his own, thinking about his smooth career and the respect of the people around him, and felt that it was as beautiful as a dream.

Suddenly, a man came in the distance, and when he came to him, he seemed to have something to say. Wan Gui saluted, and hurriedly pulled Jiao Feng back to the mansion. Since he wanted to be an official, many warlocks in the rivers and lakes have been changing their feng shui and Buddhist Taoism to cling to him, lest they be unable to hide. Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest didn't know the heart of Wan Gui, and shouted behind his back, "The daughter of ten thousand people, the life of a woman and a man, the eight characters are hard, and the wealth is incomparable, but... Wan Gui had already pulled Jiao Feng's servant to close the door.