**032 Xiaolou blows through the Yusheng cold

I thought things would go on like this, but who expected that there would be waves of unsettled and wave after wave.

The next day, when the sun was setting, I was still nowhere to be seen, and I was very anxious, until at last I saw his dejected shadow in the miserable night.

I hurriedly greeted him and asked him what had happened, Rong Ruo's eyes were full of desolation, and he was overwhelmed with grief: "Wu Zhaoqian died of illness today. ”

Back then, with Gu Zhenguan's own strength, there was nothing to do to rescue Wu Zhaoqian. So he begged Rong Ruo to help rescue Wu Zhaoqian with a five-year period, and in the past five years, Rong Ruo has worked hard, used a qiē relationship, found many opportunities, and carefully pleaded in front of the saint.

This is indeed not easy for Rong Ruo, who "refuses to conspire with others", on the one hand, he needs to intercede for his friends, and on the other hand, he has to be criticized by others for "taking advantage of his position", but he insists on his own views and believes in the principles of justice.

The efforts were finally not in vain, and Wu Zhaoqian returned. Correct:

In the past, I went back, the willows were still around, and now I think about it, and the rain and snow are falling.

When Wu Zhaoqian was demoted, he was still a handsome son, but when he returned, he was close to the age of sixties, full of wind and frost, and weak.

Rong Ruo arranged for him to teach his younger brother Nalan in Nalan Mansion, but who knew that the good times would not last long. His death may have been due to the bitter cold of the frontier and the vicissitudes of life. It's just that he has pity for his family, and he has no one to return to, how will the orphans and widows live?

In the following days, I rarely saw Rong Ruo, and he was busy with Gu Zhenguan and other friends to deal with Wu Zhaoqian's funeral affairs every day.

The time sequence changes, the autumn worm sound is exhausted, and the yellow leaves are gone. Rong Ruo and the wind and snow in early winter became guests of the annex.

I asked him how Wu Zhaoqian's relatives were doing. He replied that he had settled his widow and young child, and when he had finished supporting his forehead with his hands, he fell asleep unconsciously, and I thought he must have been too tired.

It was snowing outside, it was freezing cold, and the house was not warm, so I put down the stove and gently covered him with a thick coat, but unexpectedly woke him up.

He led me to sit down beside him, rubbing my hands together and saying, "Wan'er, it's time to get busy with our business." Tomorrow, come with me back to my father in the house!" ”

I bowed my head happily.

Standing side by side with him outside the magnificent Nalan Mansion, I was extremely nervous in my heart. Rong Ruo took my hand and led me in, and the servants all the way bowed to him, but looked at me with strange eyes, and my heart became even more nervous.

Rong Ruo comforted me, "They are curious because they have never seen you. ”

Rong Ruo asked the butler to inform his father, and after a while, the butler came back and invited us to the main hall.

I walked in with him, and his father was sitting in the hall drinking tea. It can be seen that Rong Ruo is a bit like his father Nalan Mingzhu. Nalan Mingzhu looks more calm, after all, it has been up and down for a long time, and its joy and anger are invisible.

When Nalan Mingzhu saw Rong Ruo, she smiled kindly: "Come back, sit." ”

Rong Ruo didn't sit down, let go of my hand, and introduced me to his father: "Amma, this is Shen Wan from Jinling, Jiangnan. ”

Nalan Mingzhu put down the teacup, looked at me, and said with a smile: "Miss Shen, a Jiangnan woman, no wonder she looks beautiful and gentle with the mountains and rivers of Jiangnan in her bones." ”

I also took two steps away and saluted him: "Shen Wan has seen adults. ”

Nalan Mingzhu asked: "Miss Shen, you are Han, where is your ancestral home?" ”

"Lord Hui, Shen Wan's ancestral home is Wucheng."

"The family can be in the flag?"

I replied truthfully: "Shen Wan's memory of his childhood is not very clear, and he is probably not in the flag. ”

Nalan Mingzhu bowed, picked up the teacup and continued to drink tea.

Rong Ruo said to his father at this time: "Amma, Shen Wan is very talented, and he is in love with his son, and his son has a request, please allow your son to accept Shen Wan as a concubine." ”

Nalan Mingzhu shook the teacup for a moment and said, "Miss Shen, if you are a man, I will allow you to enter my Nalan Mansion as a staff member." It's a pity, you're a daughter......"

My heart is like an ice cellar -

"Amma!"

Nalan Mingzhu got up and went out, and Rong Ruo hurriedly chased him out.

I stood still, listening to the howling north wind outside, the snow falling, and the sound of Rong Ruo's hurry.

After a while, I turned around with a smile and walked out, and saw a man kneeling under the snow and ice, motionless, and the snow covering his body was getting thicker and thicker.

My eyes blurred as I walked towards Rong Ruo, who was kneeling. At this time, the housekeeper came out and hurriedly opened the umbrella to cover Rong Ruo. I heard the butler exhorting Rong Ruo to get up, but Rong Ruo was not allowed.

I quickened my pace and walked towards him. When the housekeeper saw me, he hurriedly came over and handed me the umbrella, and said, "Girl, persuade the son!" Don't freeze yourself on such a cold day. ”

I held the umbrella above his head, but he didn't look at me. I came to him and knelt down before him, and he looked at me carefully, without words, and when he looked at me, he was already in tears.

I'm sorry, Rongruo, I embarrassed you. A dignified man, but he left helpless tears for me, which made me feel very painful. I wiped away his tears one by one, pulled him up, and left with him.

In the ice and snow, there is no one in sight. Rong Ruo walked in front, leaving me with a depressed back. There are only two people walking silently in the vast world, beautiful and desolate......

At night, there was no moonlight, but there was a patch of snow that illuminated the garden silly.

The snow never stopped, and it came more and more unscrupulously.

Coming out of Nalan Mansion, Rong Ruo still didn't say a word, and half an hour ago, he suddenly drew his sword and went to the courtyard to wield it.

Maybe he needed catharsis, so I stood aside and watched, and didn't stop it.

Who knew that the more he danced, the more excited he became, and the long sword swung around, not only cutting off the sycamore branches, but also splitting the snowflakes that had just come down from the sky. It's like you're competing with yourself, and you're almost going crazy!

I anxiously shouted at him to stop, but he ignored me and lost his mind.

I rushed forward, and his sudden spinning sword stabbed me in the face. He hurriedly flipped his wrist to restrain the direction of the blade and shaved off a strand of my hair.

The sword clattered to the ground.

I went up to him crying and hugged him, shouting at him, "I don't want anything, I don't want anything!" Rongruo, don't feel sorry for me. I don't want to see you like this, and now I'm satisfied! Really satisfied! ”

"I'm sorry—" He hugged me again, burying his face deep in my hair.

Let the snow fall mercilessly, wet clothes.

I know that he is extremely guilty, because he has always felt that he can give me a name, but it backfired, and he had no choice but to do it.

I have never had much hope for glory and wealth. Glory and wealth are just splendid outside the body, a piece of flashiness, how can they be worthy of a lover?

I never expected much, in fact, I didn't get much, but I got a lot from the experience of life.

The average daughter, whether it is a beautiful lady or a small jasper, is raised in the deep boudoir carefree, food and clothing are not worried, a pair of skillful hands are in the practice of embroidery, to the right age someone to come to the door to propose, happy to marry, serve the elders, husband and children.

As for me, when my family was a child, my family was changed, and my clan sold me to be a geisha. He studied the pipa diligently day and night, and was cautious all day long, for fear of being scolded by the guests for playing the wrong game, and for fear of being expelled by his wife if he was not good at learning, so he learned to be self-reliant and look at people's faces early. Three meals may not be satisfying, so I learned to hide food. I was afraid that my wife would not let her perform when she saw that she was in a poor mental state, and that she would not be able to get the pitiful broken silver every month, so she learned to forbear and force her face to laugh......

Actually, I have gained a lot, I have had some maternal love since I was a child, I learned the instinct of independent living very early, and I have a strong friendship with Red Knotweed. Later, I met Rong Ruo, a talented man in Beijing who was envied by everyone. Heaven has treated me well!

Maybe I am not destined to go through my life like an ordinary daughter, without a grand cave house and candles, and without serving my elders. But there is a good man by his side, although he is not my husband in name, but he is my lifelong dependence.

There are only two of us, with the winter snow as the medium, the candle flame as the evidence, and the heaven and earth together, I tie the knot with him, and I am willing to grow old with my son until death.

Gu Zhenguan: Rong Ruo is super talented, leisurely outside the dust, and the small order of Yuefu is graceful and poignant, so that readers do not know what to do, such as listening to the middle night Fanbai, first sad and then happy.

Wang Guowei: If Nalan Rong looks at things with the eyes of nature and romance with the tongue of nature, he has not been infected with the atmosphere of the Han people since he first entered the Central Plains, so he can really be like this, since the Northern Song Dynasty, there is only one person!

Su Ying:

Born in gentleness and wealth, but full of sorrow and stubbornness

is in the willows and flowers, but the heart is outside the noise

The real children of the Eight Banners, but they married the Luotuo literati

Walking in the official career, he is tired of love all his life

Author: Ji Shenwan and Nalan:

The mountains and land are sinking, the sea is rising, and they are also desperate;

I am willing to tie the knot together, grow old with my son, and die unswervingly;

Outside the body, thousands of splendid things are not about you and me;

Looking forward to the northern warbler flying, the grass in the south of the Yangtze River grows, and it is also waiting for you;

Sigh more thin, drink acacia, but also cherish incense;

Seek that the frontier can be continued, and reopened, and never forget.

You are the best son of the world, and I am a floating dust.

I passed by your Jiangnan dream, and you grew old from my ethereal face.

As everyone knows, we all end up staying in the memory of history.

Gu Zhenguan: Rong Ruo is super talented, leisurely outside the dust, and the small order of Yuefu is graceful and poignant, so that readers do not know what to do, such as listening to the middle night Fanbai, first sad and then happy.

Wang Guowei: If Nalan Rong looks at things with the eyes of nature and romance with the tongue of nature, he has not been infected with the atmosphere of the Han people since he first entered the Central Plains, so he can really be like this, since the Northern Song Dynasty, there is only one person!

Su Ying:

Born in gentleness and wealth, but full of sorrow and stubbornness

is in the willows and flowers, but the heart is outside the noise

The real children of the Eight Banners, but they married the Luotuo literati

Walking in the official career, he is tired of love all his life

The mountains and land are sinking, the sea is rising, and they are also desperate;

I am willing to tie the knot together, grow old with my son, and die unswervingly;

Outside the body, thousands of splendid things are not about you and me;

Looking forward to the northern warbler flying, the grass in the south of the Yangtze River grows, and it is also waiting for you;

Sigh more thin, drink acacia, but also cherish incense;

Seek that the frontier can be continued, and reopened, and never forget.

"Rong Ruo, Dream of Jiangnan's Heart Turns to Ashes"