Cao Xueqin's eyes couldn't see, but she could feel the road under her feet. He could feel that Du Zhe had carefully taken him out of the yard and then on a soft muddy ground, and the road was not very smooth after that, and Du Zhe was holding his hand more and more.

The palms were sweaty but hot, Cao Xueqin's heart was very comfortable and stable, and she was held by Du Zhe.

The two of them walked and stopped, and finally came to a hill outside the Jiangning Weaving Department, Du Zhe breathed a long sigh of relief, and then smiled and untied the sweat towel in front of Cao Xueqin's eyes, Cao Xueqin didn't have time to ask anything, when he heard a "whoosh" in his ears, and a small piece of sky in front of them whistled a lot of fireworks.

Under the dark blue night sky, fireworks bloomed, and against the background of the moonlight and starry sky, it was as if you were in a fairyland.

At this time, there was a slight sound of rustling around him, and a bright light flashed, on the hillock where they were, Du Zhe lit a bunch of cold flames that he had placed in advance, and the fireworks burst out of the barrel box, just surrounding the two of them, and the white expanse illuminated the hillock brightly, and the fireworks overhead were brilliant.

Du Zhe walked over to Cao Xueqin with a smile, and generously dropped a kiss on his face, "Xueqin, happy birthday." ”

Cao Xueqin was born in the Mangzhong Festival, which is also the festival of the god of flowers, and the flowers are in full bloom that day, which is a good omen. But at that time, the Cao family was in a changing situation, and Cao Fu was worried about the birth of his son. Now that the time is running, Du Zhe looked at Cao Xueqin with a smile, and repeated, "Cao Zhan, happy birthday." ”

Yesterday's all kinds are vivid.

Cao Xueqin opened her arms and hugged Du Zhe tightly in her arms, and the fireworks exploded above their heads, just like the scattered stars, like the reunion of Emperor Tang and Concubine Yang of the Immortal Mountain on the sea. After the fireworks dispersed, Cao Xueqin let go of Du Zhe and pinched the tip of his nose, "Dongliu, Ding Rong's bad boy did it, right?" When did you learn to make people bad? ”

"Ahem," Du Zhe smiled, dodging Cao Xueqin's hand, "These are prepared by that bad boy, but I have one more here that I prepared and want to give to you." ”

"Yes...... What the? ”

"Guess what?"

"I can't guess this," Cao Xueqin became, tilted her head and pretended to be distressed, "My concubine is ingenious, and the fairy music in the sky can be made for me, but what kind of delicate thing is it this time?" ”

Du Zhe shook his head and smiled, but he also blushed slightly, he coughed lightly, pinched his joke and said, "Please also ask Your Majesty to come back to the palace with me!" ”

The two of them went down from the hill, regardless of the full house of guests, as well as Ding Rong and others waiting behind, just took the horse and rode back to the small courtyard, Du Zhe smiled and introduced Cao Xueqin into the house and lit the lights in the house.

At the moment when the lights in the room came on, Cao Xueqin exclaimed, he saw a neat set of dragon and phoenix pairs, as well as a little emerald head noodle box and a bright yellow hat. Du Zhe has always collected these things very well, and he never knew that Du Zhe still had them.

Du Zhe took Cao Xueqin's hand and came to the table, there was a full makeup box on the table, Du Zhe picked up a pen and handed it to Cao Xueqin, he sat in front of Cao Xueqin, and said softly, "Put on makeup for me, okay?" ”

Cao Xueqin looked at that handsome face, her heart moved, and what flashed in her mind was the first time he saw Qu Beiyi on the upstairs. Brushed the eyebrow pencil in his hand, groaned slightly, and then moved, tracing the moving eyebrows and eyes-

Cao Zhan is especially good at Danqing, but he doesn't often paint.

Du Zhe remembered these words in the system, he didn't prepare anything for Cao Xueqin's birthday, thinking about it, even if it was really like what was said in the modern bloody drama, tying himself with a bow and sending it over, it was just no different from their usual happiness.

Only this Danqing wonderful pen, as well as the eyebrows and eyes in the pear orchard are like silk, which Du Zhe feels is unique in the world. That year, although he was covered in wolves, wore a bright red dress, and the makeup on his face was messy, he met the best person in the world-

belongs to him alone, Cao Xueqin.

After about half an hour, Cao Xueqin finally smiled and said "Okay", when he got out of the way, Du Zhe opened his eyes and saw himself in the mirror: it was definitely not the makeup of a Liyuan opera troupe, the makeup of Danjiao always had beautiful eyeliner and delicate eyebrows, so that it was beautiful when he appeared on stage.

Du Zhe's eyebrows and eyes, Cao Xueqin almost did not paint. The person in the mirror is still him, but he is the best version of himself he has ever seen in his life.

Cao Xueqin gently put down the pen, put her hands lightly on Du Zhe's shoulders, and he opened his mouth and slowly said a piece of the past, "Dongliu, in fact, the first time I saw you, it was not in the pursuit of that day. ”

Du Zhe was stunned for a moment, and without waiting for him to ask, Cao Xueqin Fu continued, "At that time, a few days after Kun Ban came to Beijing, I quietly came to the back of the troupe with my little servant Ding Rong. I saw you, standing alone under a peach tree, reciting a passage over and over again. You seem to be on stage for the first time, and you're nervous. I suddenly appeared, scared you, and then you sued me, your name is Dongliu. ”

"Yes," Du Zhe remembered, in Qu Beiyi's memory, there was indeed such a young man, but after a long time, he didn't pay attention, and when he thought about it, he understood the true meaning, "At that time, I was very attentive to you." When people ask me about my name, I will only say that the song is different and the same word is the same, and I will not tell the sù people the word 'Dongliu'. Even if they knew this, no one would dare to call me that. ”

Du Zhe stood up, looked into Cao Xueqin's eyes and said, "You are also my destiny, from the beginning." ”

Cao Xueqin didn't speak, only hugged Du Zhe tightly, and kissed her hot lips. The two of them talked to each other and talked in the house for a night. The next day, the sun did not rise for three poles. Ding Rong and the steward watched the movement of their room in the courtyard, Ding Rong held a straw pole in his mouth, "I'll bet a tael of silver, and Qu Ye will hold his waist when he comes out later." ”

The steward frowned, and before he could say anything, Cao Xueqin and Du Zhe walked out hand in hand, but Du Zhe's body was very straight, and there was no discomfort at all. Ding Rong was dumbfounded, looking at the two of them in bewilderment, but the steward smiled and stretched out his hand to Ding Rong and said:

"Xiao Rong'er, you lost. You're still young, you don't understand it yet! It must be known that the infatuated children in the world have the ability to fall in love and love, but there is more than just the joy of the bed. ”

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From the sixth year of Qianlong to the twenty-sixth year of Qianlong, Cao Xueqin worked as a weaver in Jiangning, and was also in charge of salt and iron administration, and also worked as a weaver in Suzhou. There is nothing wrong with the handling of government affairs, during which the emperor went south to Jiangnan twice, Cao Xueqin led a group of Jiangnan scholars to contact, the expenses of the palace and the money and food, Cao Xueqin and Du Zhe worked together to find a way, and there were no major mistakes and omissions.

Du Zhe came from modern times and read a lot of time-traveling novels, among which the routine of doing business and farming to reach the pinnacle of life is indispensable. borrowed one or two, naturally there is a way to make a lot of money, and the life of the two is also happy.

It's just the same, no matter how Du Zhe's body is recuperated, it is not always good. The weather in Jiangnan is changeable, and he is gradually getting sicker. After the death of Empress Xiaoxian, the emperor always remembered Du Zhe's illness when he remembered his old feelings, and also found a lot of good medicine from the palace to raise, but it was always good and bad.

Cao Xueqin was worried, but she didn't show that she was on the bright side, and she still lived a good life with Du Zhe. Du Zhe liked it, and begged him to finish the ending quickly, and when he was in office, he must find someone to print this book, and he must not lend it to others for private collection or copying.

In later generations, "Red Mansions" were mostly scattered, mostly because Cao Xueqin lived in poverty in the western suburbs and was borrowed and copied. Du Zhe paid attention to it, and wholeheartedly wanted Cao Xueqin's heirloom work to be preserved as soon as possible.

At the beginning of the new year, Du Zhe secretly looked at the system again: Cao Hao died in tears on the Chinese New Year's Eve of the New Year, because of the tragic death of his beloved son and the poverty and illness in the western suburbs, so he went early at the age of forty.

Now, Du Zhe looked at Cao Xueqin, who was concentrating on painting on the case, now he was a person available in the emperor's heart, and he was a feudal official, who had never been married, so naturally he would not have a son. Compared to him, Cao Xueqin's health is also very good, Du Zhe was relieved, and looked up at Cao Xueqin and smiled.

The smile was brilliant and dazzling, and he was stunned by Cao Xueqin and Ding Rong, who was grinding ink beside him. Xiao Rong'er didn't know why, but she burst into tears.

"Rong'er, why are you crying?" Du Zhe smiled and wanted to walk over to wipe away Ding Rong's tears, "Even if you want to fall for your lord's appearance now, it's too late." ”

"I—I'm happy!" Ding Rong explained, but his tears were like broken threads, crackling and falling down, he wiped his face, put down the things in his hand, and didn't care about Cao Xueqin and Du Zhe, he ran out of the house crying, hearing his heart-rending cry, Du Zhe was a little surprised:

"Rong'er...... What's going on? ”

"No, nothing," Cao Xueqin smiled, but his voice was a little hoarse, he put down the half-painted painting, walked over and hugged Du Zhe tightly, "Rong'er was probably rejected by you, and she was very sad...... It's heartbreaking. ”

"Yes......" Du Zhe smiled, he yawned a little sleepily, he has always been sleepy these days, sometimes even during the day is very sleepy, and he has to lie in bed for a day of rest. He thought it was drowsiness, who didn't have a spring and a summer fatigue? But Ding Rong always asked him to drink a lot of strange medicines, which gave him a headache.

Cao Xueqin carried Du Zhe on the bed, and when she tucked the quilt for him, the tears in her eyes couldn't be stopped anymore, and they fell down her face. What the doctor said, Cao Xueqin was stunned and didn't reveal a word to Du Zhe, and Cao Xueqin also used a lot of methods to trick Du Zhe into eating those medicines.

Even, he gave the emperor several urgent papers. Just like Cao Yin's illness back then, Emperor Kangxi sent people overnight, but it was still too late. Depicting Du Zhe's beautiful sleeping face, Cao Xueqin couldn't bear it, grabbed Du Zhe's hand tightly, and whispered softly, "Dongliu, Dongliu, we have been together for a hundred years, how can you abandon me." ”