The twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month is the birthday of King Yan, and on this day, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty have to give gifts. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Jurong is no exception, he has been preparing gifts since half a month ago, but he feels that it is not appropriate to think about it left and right.

He didn't know what King Yan liked, so he went to ask Sanchun, and Sanchun also felt a headache.

In fact, giving gifts to superiors is also a science, to give with new ideas, you can see that you have put a lot of thought, but not too innovative, to see that you keep your duty. This degree is not easy to grasp.

It's also a good idea for the average superior to give away something they like, but it's a different story if the boss wants to start a relationship with you. You don't need to give a gift to this kind of person, because he will give you a gift.

So they don't need to bother at all, no matter what you send, the superiors will like it. Jurong pondered this matter thoroughly, and thought it was true, so he looked at her with a smile, probably planning to pack her up and give her away.

In fact, this really made her guess right, after the banquet on King Yan's birthday, she came to Jufu to receive gifts.

He had already received Jurong's gift, but he wanted to receive a gift from her personally.

Sanchun's gift is very simple, it is a painting with a white plum blossom blooming against the north wind.

Shu Qi liked it very much, put the painting away after reading it, and said with a smile: "I also want to give you a gift." ”

He flashed out the door, and after a while appeared through the window, holding a large bouquet of plum blossoms in his hand, blooming and delicate.

She pushed open the window, and at this moment, it seemed that a cold wind poured in from the window lattice, and then she saw not only a bouquet of flowers, but a flower, a row of a dozen plum blossoms planted in her yard, the flowers and trees swaying all over the branches, and the white petals glowing faintly in the night.

Sanchun was overjoyed, she likes plum blossoms very much, and has always wanted to plant plum trees in the yard, but she can't do anything in the house, and secondly, the plum trees are not easy to find, but I didn't expect him to help her fulfill her wish today?

"Dan, are you happy?" Qi poked her head in through the open window and smiled at her.

Miharu smiled and nodded, she had been painting in the house all day, and she didn't know the situation outside, when did he move these plum trees?

Eyes swept to those maids, and the little girls all lowered their heads, probably knowing what was going on outside, and not telling her. In the afternoon, she asked why someone was talking outside, and the little maid replied that the tiles in the west courtyard were broken, and she invited craftsmen to repair them. But it turned out that he was going to give her a big surprise.

In a trance, Qi had already entered the room with the big plum blossom. It's really big, and I even cover most of my face when I hold it in my hand.

"For you."

Sanchun is not connected, not connected, a little embarrassed to look around, or should find an extra-large vase to put on it.

"Dan, today is my birthday, how about celebrating together?"

"Yes."

Everyone is in front of her, what else can she say?

Qi slapped his hand, and immediately more than a dozen servants rushed in, and there were many dishes and plates.

Sanchun looked funny, where did they finish eating these lots, it seems that the people in the courtyard today are blessed.

After all, today is the birthday of the king, Jurong was waiting outside for his birthday, Qi ordered him to come in, said a few polite words, and then picked up the teacup.

The sentence retreated with interest.

Sanharu felt that it was not a taste, this was her home, and it actually made it seem like his palace, and their father and daughter were just guests.

Qi didn't seem to think of herself as an outsider, poured a glass of wine and handed it to her, "Please." ”

The aroma of wine wafted over from afar, Sanchun took a sip, the wine was very mellow, the entrance was soft, and it didn't seem to be ordinary wine. She sighed, "It's really good wine." ”

Qi smiled faintly, "Do you know what kind of wine this is?" ”

He looked at her and smiled, and there was a smile in his smile that seemed to be satisfied, full of satisfaction.

waited until he really asked what kind of wine it was, and then said softly: "This wine was brewed when the **** went to Chu State, buried under the osmanthus tree, only the two of us know." I made an appointment to dig out a drink when I returned, but I didn't wait for this day. ”

His voice was faint, with a hint of winter coolness. Sanchun only felt that his body was swishing, and he was not interested in it in an instant, and he had goosebumps all over his body. She felt as if there was a ghost standing behind her, and he was talking to it.

"Today's birthday banquet, is the palace still lively?" She deliberately digressed the subject.

Qi Guo no longer talked about the past, and said with a smile: "Since it is lively, the Queen Mother summoned several daughters into the palace to perform singing and dancing, which is also good-looking." ”

The queen mother's meaning couldn't be more obvious, this is to shoehorn the people close to him. She blinked, "Congratulations to the king on his wedding." ”

"Tongxi." Qi pursed her lips, and the smile looked very hateful.

Sanchun was a little choked, and secretly said that this person is hateful, who is not good at a young age, but he wants to learn Zhongxue.

Thinking of Zhong Xue, he inexplicably felt that his neck began to feel cold, as if he was standing behind her and looking at her.

She may have been persecuted by him too deeply, and she has thought of him several times a month, and every time she meets, it seems like a nightmare.

Or maybe we should pray that he never shows up.

With her hands folded, she really began to pray, and all the gods and goddesses let her greet her again and again. When greeting the Yuan Shi Tianzun, the ancestor of the Taoist family appeared.

Because she heard the window lattice being hit by a stone, and there was a "popping" sound, as if someone was joking, and as if someone had given a warning.

She was startled and hurriedly opened the window.

Outside the window, the moon rose higher and higher, and had climbed up to the roof, and a little light shone on the window screen.

When the moon was in the sky, she narrowed her eyes, and then she saw a vague figure hanging high in the bright moon.

Under the moon, he sat on the roof casually in black, his hair fluttering gently in the wind, his face was handsome, and as cold and thin as the moonlight, he only glanced at it, and that glance made her tremble slightly, but that glance, somewhere in his heart seemed to have been hit, and he trembled and wanted to resist but felt powerless. Then there was an urge to scold Yuan Shi Tianzun and his mother.

Damn, she had already begged for everything, why did she send him here? Is it because he gave more money for incense than she did?

"What are Dan looking at?"

She closed the window in panic and said busily, "It's nothing, it's just a cat on the roof." ”

The window was closed, and through the curtain, a bright moon in the sky could be faintly seen, mellow, serene, and quietly radiating a soft light. In the midst of this silence, suddenly, as if very cooperative, a cat meow came from the roof, a strange and shrill sound, as if a cat was making trouble in the spring, piercing people's eardrums uncomfortably.

Qi frowned, quite puzzled by the appearance of such a cat in winter.

He said, "If you don't like to have people take you away." ”

Miharu sighed, "He's probably gone." ”

After that, she was in no mood to drink anymore, and almost pushed Qi out under the pretense of having a headache.

Qi was not annoyed, and still smiled and told her, "Tomorrow will still come."

Sanchun smiled bitterly, it doesn't matter if he comes, but don't meet Zhongxue. She could see the figure clearly just now, it was Zhong Xue. Why did he appear here, he couldn't think about it for the time being, the biggest headache was that this demon lord shouldn't cause any trouble?

There was a mess, he patted his ass and left, her father, her home, but still here.

However, with what she knew about him, the possibility of this benevolent brother not causing trouble was really pitiful. With a light sigh, let the maid clean up all the scraps on the table.

I thought that when Qi left, he would appear, but after waiting for a long time, when she was tired and fell asleep on the desk, he didn't appear. This night I slept quite restlessly, and had nightmares all night, first dreaming that he pointed a sword at her, saying that she did not keep women's morals, then he pointed at Jurong and shouted at him for not keeping his promises, and finally he set a fire and burned the whole Jufu, laughing in the fire.

After waking up, recalling that dream, I felt ridiculous, how could Zhong Xue be such a pediatric person, how could she be so naïve and soft when she retaliated against people?

In fact, what she is most afraid of is that he will hurt Qi, and for some reason, she has an indescribable feeling for Qi, and has an urge to protect him.

Early in the morning, the maid came in and poured her face water, and she realized that she had thought too much about it this night, just a shadow of Zhongxue, as for torturing her like this?

I washed my face and walked out of the room, wanting to go around and take a walk, and then look at the plum blossoms that I planted yesterday.

Or because of the removal of the soil, the plum blossoms are not as tender as when they looked at it last night, but they are also struggling to live in a foreign environment. Smelling the fragrance of flowers, admiring its tenacious vitality, and secretly thinking that plum blossoms can withstand the cold, why can't she deal with Zhongxue?

"Don't think too much of him, he's a human being too." After reciting this sentence a hundred times, my mood suddenly became extremely good.

After turning around, I was about to go back to my room, when suddenly a maid came to report that the lady wanted to see her, and asked her to go to the front hall to meet guests.

Mrs. Ju is famous for not wanting to see her, and if she doesn't have to do something, she will never meet her. What day is it, or are you going to see someone in the palace again?

She walked slowly to the front hall, never expecting that the guest was the person she didn't want to see when she beat him to death.

Mrs. Ju sat in the upper seat of the main hall, and besides her sat a little young lady and a little boy, these two were her younger brothers and sisters, one was nine years old and the other was seven years old, and they were the two children born to Mrs. Ju.

Jurong wasn't there, his place was vacant, and below him sat a man in his twenties. The man was tall and straight, with a silver mask covering half of his face from above the bridge of his nose, his lips were thin and his jaw was beautiful. Because of the mask, I can't tell how old he is, but I can feel that this person should be very good-looking.

The moment he saw her, the corners of the man's lips turned up slightly, "Madam, is this the eldest daughter?" ”

"Exactly." Mrs. Ju smiled, it was really rare to have a smile on her cold face.

Miharu's eyes kept looking at the silver-masked man, and he always felt that his eyes were very familiar. Much like ......

She asked softly, "Mother, is this ......?" ”

"This is your uncle."