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Jurong complained that she was provoking right and wrong, and Sanchun didn't care. She is a local complex, it doesn't matter about ****, the vast space, and the leisurely time will not fade this feeling. It's been a long time, and it's sad that people are finally able to go home, but they are nervous.

On the way, she learned that the current Mrs. Ju was not her biological mother, and her mother was Princess Shengling of Chu State, who had passed away ten years ago. She naturally didn't know what happened ten years ago, but she only heard that the princess died unexplained, and she wanted to pay more attention in the future.

She was warned by an old man who had served the princess before, and was now serving by Jurong's side.

Although Sanchun didn't know what he meant, he pressed a stone in his heart before he entered Yan.

Jurong is an envoy, and after entering the Great Liang, he wants to go to the Yan Palace to go to the king first, so he asks her to go back to the doctor's mansion first.

Sanchun hesitated a little, and said with a smile: "Don't be restrained, that's your home, my father has already ordered someone to write a letter in advance, and your mother will definitely arrange everything." ”

Sanchun agreed, but she was still a little apprehensive in her heart, she had no impression of this family at all.

Riding a horse-drawn carriage to Jufu, I saw the gate of red vermilion lacquer from a long distance.

After getting out of the car, I looked up and saw a black golden silk nanmu plaque hanging at the top of the gate, which did not have the inscription "Jufu", but the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing with four big characters "Fengya people". It was a delicate and unique door, and the door frame was carved with budding flowers waiting to bloom, which was lifelike, giving people a feeling of freshness and still the ears and eyes. Sure enough, it is very worthy of the name of elegance.

Legend has it that when Princess Shengling was alive, she could write poems and paintings, and the decoration in the house was also extraordinarily elegant.

She stepped up the steps, and as soon as she reached the door, she was stopped by two porters, "Who is the girl?" Where do you want to go? ”

Sure enough, he is worthy of being an elegant person, and the words he said are also crepe. Just, do they mean not to let her in?

Sanchun was surprised, "Lord Ju didn't send a letter to the house?" ”

A porter said: "How can we send a letter if we go to the Qin Kingdom and don't return?" ”

She didn't believe it, "Do you know that your daughter is going to return today?" ”

"Where did you get the daughter, don't you want to say that you are the daughter of the Jufu." The two laughed as they spoke, but they didn't even pay attention to her.

Jurong's old servant ran over and explained in a loud voice that this must be Lord Jurong's daughter, and the adult did send a letter to inform him.

The two porters just didn't believe it, and said with a smile: "Old Weng, aren't you old and confused, how can you recognize the adult's daughter casually?" If you are fine, go in quickly, or go as far as you can, and it will be a big sin to prevent your lady from going out here. ”

Sanchun was annoyed in his heart, Jurong said to send a letter, this letter must have been delivered, and now he is not even allowed to enter the mansion, is he going to give her a dismount?

The old servant stepped back and asked, "What do you want about the girl?" ”

What else? Just standing here and waiting, when Jurong will come back, what will go to the door. She is a one-time Jurong, and it is always bad to be hard.

I wanted to leave, even if I was under the fence at Qing'er's place, I wouldn't be as deflated as I am now, but this is her home after all, if she can't even enter the door, the regret in her heart can no longer be solved.

The time of this stop is really long, and it is not until the sun has set west that Jurong's carriage returns.

Seeing Sanchun standing in front of the door, he was greatly surprised, "Why is Dan here?" ”

Sanchun said with a smile: "My father has not returned, and my daughter does not dare to enter." ”

"The woman is the most filial, so she will come with her father."

Jurong personally held her hand, naturally no one dared to stop her, and she entered the mansion smoothly.

When asked where the lady was, the servant replied, "The lady is sick in bed, and it is inconvenient to see her." ”

Jurong is not a fool, how could he not understand the meaning of this. He smiled: "My daughter will go back to the room to rest first, and the affairs in the house will be handled by my father, and I will not make your stay uncomfortable." ”

It's just that the house didn't arrange a room for her at all, and she temporarily lived in the guest room at Jurong's request. Although Jurong is the master, he is a man after all, and he can't arrange her diet and daily life everywhere, so he can only ask the steward to take good care of her. He also told her not to be too sad, this will always be her home.

Sanchun nodded, and she was not her own mother, so she really didn't have to feel sorry for such a cold face.

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The dead leaves are scattered, and the winter is getting worse. The galloping time is approaching, and in the blink of an eye, on the fourth day of the lunar month, she has been living in the house for many days.

The news of her return had already spread in the house, and the brothers and sisters, including Mrs. Ju, had probably heard of her return, but none of them had come to see her for three or four days.

It's good to say here during the day, but at night the cold wind blows open the door of the main house, and the heavy veils flutter and fly, like a layer of hazy mist, and the cold ground blows the hearts of the people.

She was depressed but couldn't vent, and told her father that she wanted to go out for a walk.

Jurong also knew that she was bored and immediately agreed, and asked her to come back early.

Out of the house along the street walk about 500 meters is a small river, there is a light rain in the sky, dripping into the center of the river, rippling in a circle, the early winter day misty sky is reflected in the clear river water.

She walked all the way down the river, and she didn't know how long, when she suddenly smelled the aroma of food, which seemed especially pleasant when she was hungry.

A hundred steps away is the restaurant.

In the mansion for several days, although she was not particularly treated, the food was not as good as Zhong Xue's, plus she had been in the Chu State for many years, and the dishes made by Qing were biased towards the taste of the Qin State, these dishes unique to the Yan Kingdom were actually not very appetizing. She only eats a few chopsticks a day and has difficulty swallowing.

At this time, I was walking around, tired of walking, and felt a burst of hunger in my stomach, so I stepped into the door of the restaurant in two steps, and was about to pick a good position, when my eyes swept to a table near the window, and I suddenly couldn't move.

The window opened widely, the bamboo curtain that blocked the light was closed, and a bunch of white plums trembled into the window and opened obliquely on the square table. A bronze wine jug next to Bai Mei, a man wearing a navy blue brocade robe, holding a porcelain jug and about to pour wine. He didn't seem to be in his twenties, his head half-hanged, a little sun shining on his face, the long eyelashes casting a thick shadow under the eyes, the eyebrows that flew diagonally into the sideburns loomed under the cover of messy bangs, and under the high, straight bridge of the nose was a slightly full lip, pink, like the color of begonia petals.

His skin is very fair, a pair of dazzling black eyes that seem to be able to see through the past and present lives, a straight nose, lips are scarlet, when he smiles, like a feather falling, sweet as sugar, and cold as ice when silent. The contours of his side face are like a knife, sharp and angular, but not without losing their femininity. There was a faint melancholy in his expression, as if adding a touch of green to the pure and beautiful glaze, which made people worry and a little moved.

At this time, he elegantly plucked a flower from the white plum that leaned into the window, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, as if he was tasting the sweetness of plum blossoms, and seemed to be looking at things and thinking about people, recalling the lovers he once met.

Miharu didn't seem to have seen anyone who could eat plum blossoms, and he had a strange sense of familiarity when he saw him, and he also wanted to taste the taste of the flowers. This feeling is like seeing Zhongxue for the first time and seeing Ji Yi for the first time. But it seems to be different, it seems that he is closer in front of him.

She walked over, not knowing what to say or what to accost, so she sat across from him and looked at him with fixed eyes.

The man suddenly raised his head and smiled softly at her, "It's Sister Dan." ”

Sanchun didn't react for a while, she originally wanted to say: "Who is the surname of the childe, and why is there one person here?" I want to say: "The little girl is also alone, I don't know if I can sit down?" Or chant an emotional poem to arouse his interest in himself, but now the conversations that have been brewing in his heart for a long time do not need to be spoken. Because he knew her.

The man said again: "I've heard Jurong say that it's really gratifying for my sister to return home." ”

This is the first time to say hello to her in the past few days, and Sanchun was moved in his heart, and he was really embarrassed to ask "Who are you" and other disappointing words. He smiled and nodded.

The man spoke a few casual words to her and then got up to take his leave, and some of the side dishes she ordered also settled the bill for her.

Sanchun thanked him, watched him walk out of the restaurant, immediately grabbed a shopkeeper, and asked mysteriously, "Who was that person just now?" ”

Xiao Er looked at her with an unimaginable look, which probably meant that she was an idiot.

He pushed her hand away, "The two of you have been talking affectionately for a long time, and you don't know your surname, how can the villain know?" ”

When she thought about it, she asked Xiao Er, and it was strange that she could ask.

The little second didn't know anything, and told her that the son would sit in the restaurant on the fifteenth day of every month. It's just a cup of tea, and then it's gone. It's been like this for two years.

She suddenly felt a little sad when she heard it, he was probably waiting for someone to wait like this.

After eating the wine and food, she wiped her mouth and left. The meal that doesn't cost money is extra sweet. It was still raining outside, and a little drizzle fell overhead, giving it an icy touch. She was not in a hurry to leave, went around to the plum tree behind the restaurant, picked a big white plum, and walked slowly in the rain.

When I returned to Jufu, as soon as I entered the house, I heard a report from the maid, saying that the lady wanted to see her.

It's been four or five days since I entered the house, is this finally remembering her? Sanchun smiled coldly and hugged the plum blossom to see Mrs. Ju.

Mrs. Ju is only in her thirties, her sideburns are low and obliquely inserted into jasper and phoenix hairpins, her skirt is scattered with flowers and mist, and she is dressed in a thin veil of emerald water, showing a slender figure and a glamorous charm.

She is Jurong's stepfamily, and she is also from a noble family, her temperament is very snarky, and she is better than her beauty and charming, but she also fascinates Jurong. Seeing that he persuaded his wife that he hadn't put her identity right these days, he knew that this was a father of thirteen filial sons and a master who was afraid of his wife.

Sure enough, as soon as she opened her mouth, she went straight to the point, and there was a bit of fierceness in her tone, "Dan, since you have run away, why did you come back?" ”