Fifty-four years after pouring ink, the national mourning had just ended, and the right prime minister and General Xuanyuan were embarrassed and raised troops to rebel. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe battle lasted for 3 months, ending with a moat, and the rebels were defeated and ambushed for thousands of miles. The moat was stained bloody red by the tragic battle, and the carrion piled up under the embankment made it rise by a full five feet.

This year, the rainy season came earlier than usual, and on the night of the rebellion was put down, stubbornly washing away the blood stains that remained in the bluestone alley.

"Tick, tick" The light rain knocked on the window lattices of thousands of households, as if countless homeless spirits who had died in the battle knocked on the door with ten fingers to explore the way home.

Perhaps because of the weather, the entire country was caged in a cold and gloomy atmosphere. The sky is covered with layers of black crows and crows, as if it is a sign that the lord has died, the tyrant is in power, the national foundation is still shallow, and there are capable people in the world who are ready to move, and the general trend is about to collapse.

The east wing of Nalan Mansion is burning with a thriving earth dragon, which is completely different from the slightly humid weather outside the house due to the rainy season, and it is so warm that people sweat a few layers. Directly north of the house, there is a bronze nine-iron lily tripod, exuding a heavy sandalwood fragrance outside, and the wisps of smoke slowly spread, but it also seems that the whole room is quiet and quiet.

"Nan Wu Great Wish Dizang King Bodhisattva ......" in the middle of the east chamber sat on the kang with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, turning the Huanglong jade polished Buddha beads in her hand, 108 beads are round and jade, and the size of the grains is the same. Her lips opened and closed, her expression was solemn, and she looked really devoted to the Buddha.

said that she was an old lady, only 50 years old, wearing a fox fur jacket made of purple makeup and satin fabric, with black hair without any silver threads, and meticulously pulled a simple bun and put it behind her head. The old lady only had a few golden steps on her head, and she looked energetic, noble and dignified.

"Madam, ma'am, please, go see the second lady. The second lady gave birth to a girl, and she said she had to see you. Please, ma'am......"

Outside the house, there was a sudden thumping and thumping kowtow, and a young maid in a half-new blue jacket touched the ground with her head, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were red, and her pale lips were constantly sobbing and spitting out an out-of-tune pleading. The drizzling rain didn't stop, and in a few moments, a blood-colored stream meandered out of the bat-textured blue-gray floor tiles.

There was no movement in the east wing, and the eldest lady who was chanting only frowned slightly, and then calmly turned the rosary in her hand, ignoring the wailing outside the window. Even the little maid who was wearing a peach-colored cardigan dress and standing straight on both sides of the carved wooden door like a root, also lowered her head and her expression unchanged.

After a long time, Xu was too noisy, Xu was tired of chanting, the eldest lady moved her limbs slightly, and glanced at the big girl who was standing beside her respectfully and wearing an indigo cotton jacket.

The maid quickly brought out a copper basin for washing fish with half a basin of clear water, and bowed down and squatted in front of the eldest lady. When the eldest lady washed the hand that had just turned the rosary with a soap horn, she quickly wrung out a plain handkerchief made of forged cotton fabric with her hands and feet, and carefully wiped the plump and delicate hands in front of her.

"Okay, spring warm. Who is Diao Numo, who is not distinguished from the inferior outside this house? ”

"Mrs. Hui, it's Xiaohong, the maid who waits for the second lady."

"Second lady? Hmph, the daughter of a criminal is also worthy of being my son's wife? dragged Xiaohong down and died with a cane, our house doesn't raise such unruly minions. Also, let Ah Huang's family come in with a soft sedan chair, I'll go and see the daughter of the guilty minister, I'll send her off if she doesn't die after these days."

"Yes, ma'am."

In the sound of dripping rain, a goose-yellow soft sedan chair was carried smoothly and steadily towards the deserted backyard of Nalan Mansion.

Half an hour ago, in a dilapidated hut in the backyard of Nalan Mansion, a rough maid dressed in grass-gray linen was sitting on the only decent piece of furniture in the house: a small table of red sandalwood carved claw fish with a missing leg, with a second leg crossed, swaying up and down. The maid grunted the melon seeds with her orchid finger while complaining.

"Xiaohong, do you think that woman's life is too hard? Such a difficult birth of a child and not dying, it is really a disaster that has been left for thousands of years. ”

"You're the scourge! How can you say that the slave of the master is like this? ”

"Phew! Master, what kind of master is she? No one in the entire Nalan Mansion knew that she was the daughter of Xuanyuan's criminal minister. It was also our bad luck to follow her to suffer in this place! ”

The maid, who kept cursing, suddenly stopped, looked towards the inner room with a bitter face, and her eyes were dripping like glass marbles, which made the maid cough twice, and then raised her voice, and opened her mouth that was unruly smeared with lip grease, and roared: "Some people, why is life so hard? Die early and be born early, don't drag others down! ”

The maid who had been sweeping the floor beside her, wearing a crow-blue jacket, hurriedly threw the broom in her hand, rushed over with a red face, and desperately covered the big mouth of the rough maid.

This little girl looks quite interesting, her cheeks are a little baby fat, and she looks round and round, like a small steamed bun. She has a simple two-handful of hair, and there is a red mole under her nose, which will shake slightly as she speaks, which is very cute.

"Ah Tao! Shut up, you're a wolf! The second lady used to be a kind person, but once she was in trouble, the tree fell and scattered, you villains who tend to be inflammatory! ”

The rough maid named Ah Tao was not to be outdone, and bit down on the fleshy hand covering her mouth, and the blood was visible, and the eyebrows of the round-faced maid with a painful face kept twitching.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" Suddenly there was a hysterical cough from the back room, so strong that it seemed to cough out all the internal organs. The round-faced maid who was bitten off a piece of flesh and didn't say a word suddenly turned red, and tears swirled in her eye sockets. She said frustratedly: "I won't quarrel with you, I went to the kitchen in the morning to ask for a bowl of soup to moisten the lungs, which has been warm on the stove, and I will go and bring it to the second lady to drink." ”

As she spoke, the round-faced maid was already holding a flower-patterned blue-glazed bowl with a missing mouth, filled the swirling flower soup, and hurried to the back room, but some people didn't seem to want to give up.

"Yo, I said Xiaohong, don't say you don't know that the one lying in the house is dying, what's the use of wasting this soup? You might as well honor your sister. ”

"Ah Tao, what are you doing! Don't get in my way! ”

Between pulling, only a crisp sound of "pop" was heard, and the poor green glazed bowl fell to the ground and was completely scrapped into a few petals. The soup was running all over the ground, and a few swirling flowers were scattered everywhere.

The round-faced maid seemed to be frightened and was stunned for a while. After a long time, he let out an inaudible sigh: "That's it, I'll go to the kitchen and ask for it again." ”

The moment she turned to leave, she took a deep look at the inner room through the long-tattered and unshapedly fragrant curtains. The woman lying on the bat-carved pineapple bed trembled violently from coughing, and her whole body was like a skeleton with broken bones. The woman seemed to be counting the wax moon of the ninth winter, insisting on the last dead leaf on the camphor tree, shivering but refusing to wither under the howling north wind.

Even so, the woman tried to bend her elbows, trying not to disturb the swaddling clothes in her arms, for her name was Mother.

The round-faced maid seemed to have made some decision, and left without looking back.