Ten miles on the outskirts of Beijing, Tiejian Temple.

The door wall is towering, the yin qi is blowing on the face, and the cold breath drills into the body along the sweat pores. The county lord of Wenhe shook his shoulders slightly, took a deep breath, and saluted the guards with pale faces. If Shi Wei didn't see it, the county lord of Wenhe had put away all his pride, bowed his head, bent over, and held a piece of silver in both hands and held it high above his head.

In the contempt, contempt, and arrogance of the other party, his face was red and red, and he was shaky, but he still walked in firmly.

"Wenhe, Lingling? Mother's good daughter, I know you will come to my rescue. As soon as the door was opened, the smell of rot and mildew came to my face, and along with her was a woman with unkempt hair and a pale face, like a ghost. She subconsciously stepped back, but was grabbed by the other party, and several red marks suddenly fell on her slender wrist.

As soon as the dirty woman who was cowering in the corner saw the light, she rushed over like a beggar who had been hungry for days saw braised pork, and Wen He never thought that her mother would be so fast. It's just that now, is this person still her mother? Dressed in dirty clothes, with a haggard face and cloudy eyes, Wen He stroked her messy hair with trembling hands.

"Wenhe, you must save your mother. My mother can't eat enough here, or brown rice and rotten vegetable leaves, she doesn't give water to drink, and all she drinks is dirty water in the pit in the corner of the house, and they beat me, and they beat me more than me. Duan Yunping hurriedly pulled his clothes, and the yellow-white arms were covered with bruised wounds, which were still red and swollen and oozing blood. Wen He's tears fell on the spot.

"Mother, I brought you snacks, and I also brought you clothes and medicine," Wen He choked for a long time before speaking, and hurriedly squatted down to find something to treat her mother's injuries.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she said this, Duan Yunping's face changed, and she kicked the flying basket, and the dishes, bottles and cans scattered to the ground. Wen He was taken aback: "Mother! ”

"It turns out that you didn't come to pick me up, so you weren't-" Duan Yunping's expression was crazy, and Wen He didn't dare to approach. "Why don't you intercede? Go kowtow to the Queen Mother! She still wants you to be her granddaughter-in-law, how can she not care? Didn't you go? Isn't there any. I know, I know you didn't, no wonder you didn't open your mouth that day! Your wings are stiff, aren't they? How much effort did my mother spend to support you, what about your filial piety? ”

"Mother-" The county lord of Wenhe burst into tears: "Please don't talk about it." Do you know that my father has been robbed of his title, and now he is in confinement to participate, and our palace and palace are gone. How can the Queen Mother take care of our affairs? It's too late for everyone to see me hiding now, and even my grandfather and grandmother don't want to care about us. ”

"How so? How so? Haven't you already paid the fine? Our dignified royal mansion, can the prince of the county be taken casually? Isn't it normal to just take a few dollars for a few batches of goods? Merchants give money, officials give convenience, and the world is like this! Someone deliberately framed us, yes, it's Wei Wu, it must be her! ”

"Mother, do you honestly have you put any money in the print? Have you ever died for that Mi Fu painting and that Wu Si Shu Tong? ”

Duan Yunping suddenly stiffened his body.

The county lord of Wenhe already had a synopsis in her heart, she walked a few steps on her knees, hugged her mother's dirty skirt, was not afraid of dirt, her face was deeply hidden, and her tears soaked the dirty clothes: "Mother, I persuaded you, I persuaded you when you were trying to be angry with the Duchess of Dingguo." What does it have to do with us when they live? Do you remember that time when we invited people to play a hundred operas at the banquet in our house? I also pointed to a girl at the time to show you, saying that it was Ji Min, and after the Bofu raided the family and seized the title, she fell like this. What does the mother think her daughter can do now? I am famous, someone wrote a book to intercede, so I was not implicated, and now I am still free, but it is not easy for me to live under the fingers and foul language of the world, I, where did I come from so much to let my mother come out? ”

Duan Yunping stood motionless, like a puppet clay sculpture. Wen He hugged her knees and cried: "Mother, my son has also persuaded his mother on weekdays, let's not do illegal and unreasonable things, my son has been raised by his mother since he was a child, taught by the teacher, and the law of the country is revealed, and the hearts of the people are clear, there is righteousness in heaven and earth, there is justice in the world, there is no harm to others, and it is the right way to be bright and upright." If it is ordinary, it may be possible to deal with it leniently, but when is it now, how can the Son of Heaven not be angry? My mother is confused. ”

"You blame me, you blame me, your cowardly and unscrupulous dad doesn't matter, even you blame me-"

"Mother, have you ever thought that if Beirong and Great Xia go to war again-"

"Hmph, if there is another war, it will be a good time to make meritorious contributions and be knighted and crowned as a wife." Duan Yunping patted the ground: "How did our four kings, eight dukes, twelve marquis and twenty-four uncles come here?" Coward, coward! All cowards! A useless thing that covets comfort and enjoys! The Queen Mother scolded well! ”

"Mother!" Wen He hurriedly covered her mouth: "My mother still doesn't know what is wrong." My mother also read and wrote, and my mother also watched poetry and history, why didn't she know the preciousness of peace? Why don't you know what the emperor thinks? If it was at the beginning, it would have been enough, but now that Daxia is rich in Fuminfeng, Xiaoyi Wanjia, fat rice is fragrant, and the people are jubilant, they all call His Majesty an unprecedented Ming monarch and hero, how can he destroy this qiē? Mother is a demon who was seduced. In the past, I also persuaded my mother not to participate in my father's business, don't be too high-minded, and look at the court, what about today? ”

"You blame me! Now that my mother is suffering and suffering, you still blame me! You don't think of a way to save me, and you come to count my mistakes, and your book is in the dog's belly? What about your cleverness? What about your diligence? Why don't you go and kneel in Yong'an Palace! Duan Yunping pushed away the county lord of Wenhe and cried: "My life is really bitter, men are not useful, and daughters are not filial, I have lived this in vain, I have lived in vain-"

The county lord of Wenhe was pushed to the ground, unable to get up for a long time, listening to her mother so resentful, her face turned pale and white, her lips pursed and pursed, she knelt down silently, and her three heads fell down and two lines of tears shed tears: "Mother, take care, I will come to see you." ”

Outside, it was snowing in the middle of winter, and it was white, and the birds were nowhere to be seen. Wen He walked alone among the snow, and suddenly had a confusion that he didn't know where to go and where to go. Everything changed, all changed overnight. In the past, she often saw the ancients composing poems and lyrics, full of tears, but today she suddenly found that the pain was extreme, and she couldn't see hope, she couldn't write anything, and she was blocked in her chest with inexplicable feelings, as if she was carrying a lump of ice, and even the whole person was struggling to breathe.

The palace no longer belongs to her. She used the last bit of money on her body to visit her mother, what should she do now? At the moment, things are not turning around, and she has no hope at all. A person hesitated in the deep snow, stumbled for a long time, and didn't seem to go far, looking back at the heart-pounding door of the Iron Threshold Temple.

One person, only one person. After Wen He knew about the Jingci, probably no one would come to marry her, and if she wanted to go, she could only go far away, find a place that no one knew, and if she was lucky, find an ordinary dealer to marry. If you're unlucky, maybe you'll be able to see her body in the snow and ice tomorrow morning.

When she slipped again and got up silently, a scarlet fur cape and a pair of tall tawny boots appeared in front of her. She looked up in surprise and saw a familiar face.

"White, Mr. Bai?"

Bai Suyuan looked at her, her eyes were full of pity, and she took her cold hand and helped her up: "I guessed you would come here first." ”

"Sir." Wen He, who originally thought he was numb, choked up again.

"Where are you going next?"

"Students, students don't know."

"After all, you and I have the friendship of master and apprentice, and I am a lonely person who is not afraid of being implicated, if you are willing, come to me first."

Wen He's confused eyes finally had a glimmer of light, she knelt on the ground and held Bai Suyuan's hand, and hot tears flowed out again: "Sir, sir-"

"Don't cry, this world doesn't believe in tears." Bai Suyuan looked at her and remembered her original self, was she so sad and at a loss at that time? It seems that she didn't, she had already seen the signs of the family's demise, and she was powerless to stop it, so she could only stand alone, and then watched the high-rise buildings topple. At that time, there was even a sense of relief that, ah, things had finally happened.

If Wen He was just an ordinary noblewoman, would she make a move? It doesn't seem to be. After all, in this era of prevalent joint sitting, there are so many noble women who die every year.

Hard-working, upright, and sensible girls should have better results. There are more girls who come to her for true or false or false names, and this is the only one who takes it seriously, persists until the end, and kowtows to the teacher.

While sitting in the warm carriage, Bai Suyuan glanced at the girl who was cowering in the corner. I thought of the scene where she stood outside her door under the sun with the piano in her hand, and I remembered the tenacity of her hard work to practice enough for eighteen jars of water. Those hands are not the delicate and soft hands of ordinary noblewomen, there are calluses and scars on them, from plucking the strings again and again and catching the pen again and again.

Is it the tenacity and hard work that move me? Is it her gradual progress and growth that makes her feel gratified? Or is it the same experience that makes you feel compassionate?

Bai Suyuan leaned against the wall of the carriage, plucking the strings with one hand at will, and the syllables were also intermittent. She has been single in this world for most of her life, and she doesn't feel anything bad. Originally, I just wanted no one to touch, no one to rely on, stand by and watch, look at the world coldly, and stay until I die, then there is no worry, no hindrance, red stripes come and go, and a wisp of smoke dissipates. But now I still can't help but be touched and infected - feelings have always been such a thing as a self-indulgence, if you can really close your mind, then you will be otherworldly and become a fairy.

She swept her eyes and hugged her knees into a ball, trembling like a little beast: The road has to be walked alone after all. Your efforts will not fail you. You should have better results.