"The soup of the son is like a hill. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xun is affectionate, but hopeless.

Kanqi beats the drum, under Wanqiu.

There is no winter and no summer, and it is worth its heron feathers.

fou, the way of Wanqiu.

There is no winter and no summer, and it is worth its heron (dao). ”

The spring rain rises again, and the sound of Xili always seems particularly annoying in the dead of night, and Fei Zhai sits in front of the incense table, holding a roll of bamboo slips in her small hand, and reads very seriously by the faint light.

After a while, she closed the bamboo slip, raised her head and asked, "Nurse, will there be a sacrifice of the Three Emperors after a while?" ”

The woman put down the needle and thread in her hand, and this afternoon, General Chen didn't know whether she had intentionally or unintentionally slipped her mouth, thinking that she had put it in her heart, and sighed secretly: "Why do you suddenly ask like this?" ”

"It's okay, just ask." Fei Zhai took off the brocade on her head, carefully wrapped it in a white cloth, and said after a while: "Aren't there a lot of people?" ”

The woman walked up to her, held her in her arms as she did when she was a child, touched her hair dotingly, and her eyes were full of pity: "The Three Emperors are the ancestors of the human race, and the first capital is in Wanqiu. Although our Chen State worships the ancestors of Yu Shun, since Zhuye moved to Wanqiu, he has also begun to worship the Three Emperors. On the third day of March every year, the king brings the officials and the people to worship the heavens on the spiritual platform. People, naturally, a lot. ”

Fei Zhai lowered her head and suddenly became a little silent.

Although she is the son-in-law of Chen Guo, she has always been reading and writing here, and the end of the path in the field, which Chen Yi called the most difficult in history, is the farthest place she has ever been.

And the people she has seen, including the confidant of Chen Yi who has not come a few times a year, are only five fingers.

Fei Zhai didn't know what the concept of a large number of people was, she could only distinguish the number of people from the numbers she saw in the book.

However, that's just numbers, not people.

For a long time, every time Chen Yi came over, she only brought some oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and rice, and occasionally some fish and meat, and what she ate the most was the vegetables grown by the nurse in the yard.

She doesn't like meat very much, it just smells good, and she prefers to eat those refreshing vegetables.

Fei Zhai clearly remembered that a year ago, Chen Yi carefully appeared at the end of the path carrying a thing, and when she got closer, she saw clearly that it was a beautiful table, which was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen at that time.

All this is just because she complains that the cases in the house are too old.

She saw the inexplicable look in Chen Yi's eyes at that time, and it wasn't until later that she gradually understood that it was worry and fear, and she hadn't asked for anything since the fight.

She had a lot of questions in her mind, and she didn't understand why that look appeared in the eyes of a general, but she never asked.

It's not that I don't want to ask, but it's inconvenient to ask.

She knew in her heart that even if she asked, there would be no answer.

Seeing her preoccupied, how could the woman not know her thoughts, and the pity in her eyes was even stronger: "If you want to go, I will beg General Chen to take you to have a good time on the emperor's birthday." ”

After hearing this, Fei Zhai suddenly felt that her nose was so sour, and her eyes were foggy, she hugged the woman tightly, buried her head deep in her arms, so as not to let the tears fall, and after a while, she tried to calm down: "Zhai Er doesn't like to play." ”

The woman's eyes were red, and her right hand slowly patted her thin back: "My Zhai'er is really good, but there are really a lot of people that day, there are mud animals, mud people and all kinds of fun things." ”

Fei Zhai raised her little face and wrinkled her cute little nose: "Really? Can I see my father? ”

The woman couldn't hold back any longer, a line of tears crossed her cheeks, and she choked up, "Yes, yes." ”

Fei Zhai burst into tears, and after a while, she seemed to remember something, and looked at the coarse linen clothes on her body: "Forget it, although this brocade is good, it is too expensive, and I can't afford to wear it at all." ”

"If you can't afford to wear it, how many people in the entire Chen Kingdom can wear it?" The woman squeezed out a smile, stroked her little face, and said, "The nurse will make you a new one, won't it?" ”

Fei Zhai's eyes lit up, and she rubbed in the woman's arms: "The nurse is so good." ”

A smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth, her eyes moved to the white cloth bag on the desk, and there was a deep worry in her beautiful eyes.

Time is a very magical thing, you want it to pass very slowly, but it is like a naughty child, but it passes quickly; If you think it goes by very quickly, but it passes very slowly, that kind of torment is the cruelest punishment in the world.

The next day, as usual, Fei Zhai just arrived at Mao when he got up to read the "Zhou Li", until the time after breakfast, then sat on the edge of the lotus pond to recite the "Book of Songs", originally in the afternoon should be the time to concentrate on reading "Zhou Yi", "Emperor Neijing", "Shennong's Materia Medica" and other books.

However, she was a little absent-minded, and since lunch, she had been looking at the end of the path from time to time, hoping that the burly figure would appear.

Although she knew it was impossible, and there had never been an exception in all these years, she was still full of anticipation for the unexpected.

Day after day, although life is a bit boring, Fei Zhai never feels bored, but looks at the sunset every day, looking forward to a better future.

However, if people have expectations, they are the most difficult.

Fortunately, although it was a little harder, the days still passed day by day.

In mid-February, the wind and the sun were beautiful, and the peach tree outside the courtyard finally had spring, and Fei Zhai was in high spirits after lunch:

"The peach is dying, scorching its bloom. The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room.

The peach is dying, and there is a 蕡 (fen) actually. The son is home, and his family room is appropriate.

The peach is dying, and its leaves are zhen. The son is home, and it is suitable for his family. ”

The woman returned from the pond with a bamboo basket on her shoulder, looked at Fei Zhai who looked like a little adult, and said with a smile: "Zhai'er, do you understand what this song "Taoyao" means? ”

Fei Zhai grinned: "This is a poem that uses metaphors to peach blossoms, fruits, and peach leaves to congratulate the girl on marrying a lover, having a full house of children and grandchildren, and a harmonious family." ”

The woman couldn't help but laugh and quipped: "If you don't learn well at a young age, you know how to read some love poems." ”

Fei Zhai pouted, unhappy: "Nurse, this "Book of Songs" was asked by my grandfather, and his old man said that poets are also things, and he can understand a lot of truth from it." ”

The woman wiped the dishes with a dry cloth and set them up: "Tell me, what have you learned?" ”

Fei Zhai looked at the figure that appeared at the end of the path, thought for a while and said, "Although I don't understand it too much now, I think I will understand it in the future." ”

The woman smiled after hearing this, also looked at the end of the path, and said after a while: "When Zhai'er grows up, no matter what happens, don't lose your heart. ”

Concubine Zhai retracted her gaze and looked solemn, like an oath: "Zhai Er remembers the words of the nurse and will never forget it." ”