Rong Yue is Rong Shuo's 'only' daughter, her yard is behind the West Cross Courtyard where the Ye family lives, in the northwest garrison city, even the courtyard of the girl's house is a little less emotional, and there are only two red willow trees and a grape tree planted in the high courtyard wall. At this time, in late autumn, the flowers and trees in the yard are sluggish, the cold wind blows, and the leaves on the grape trellis rustle, making it feel desolate.

The eldest girl, Luyun, heard the knock on the door, and hurriedly greeted her from the inside: "Big girl, third master." ”

Rong Yue took two steps and found that Rong Zhao hadn't followed, so he turned around and urged, "Come into the house, it's cold outside." ”

"These two red willows in my sister's yard are ten years old, right?" Rong Zhao raised his head and looked at the lush branches and leaves rising into the sky, and muttered.

Rong Yue walked to Rong Zhao's side, followed his gaze at the branches that stretched into the night sky, and sighed softly: "Yes, that year, you and your little sister suddenly became seriously ill, and your mother sought medical treatment everywhere to no avail, and then a wandering Taoist priest used the juice of red willow bark to grind the juice for you, and you picked up a life." Therefore, the mother said that the red willow is the Jimu of our northwest. After you recovered, I took you with me to plant two red willows in this yard. Ten years have passed, and the small seedlings that were only as thick as their fingers have grown into trees. ”

"Yes, I once asked my mother why I was sick at the same time as 'little sister', I was the one who lived, and it was the little sister who died." Rong Zhao smiled faintly and bitterly, withdrew his gaze from the red willow treetops, and turned sideways to look at Rong Yue.

"What did Mother say?" Rong Yue looked into Rong Zhao's eyes and asked.

Rong Zhao chuckled indifferently, as if he was telling a joke, and said: "Mother said that my little sister and I were born on the day of the mango seed, and the day of the mango seed is the day when the god of flowers returns to heaven, and it was the god of flowers who took the little sister away. ”

"Dragon and phoenix twin candied flower day, a catastrophe and a fate, and a catastrophe and fate." Rong Zhao sighed helplessly and pityingly, "This was originally the words of the Taoist priest, and my mother just changed a little to inform you." At that time, my mother also asked the Taoist priest for an explanation, but the Taoist priest only gave one sentence: The dragon and the phoenix are indisputable, and the catastrophe is connected. For a long time, I thought that cherishing the child was a disaster, and you were fate. Now that I think about it, maybe the one who followed the flower god Niangniang is the fate, and this rolling red dust is your calamity, maybe it's okay. ”

"Sister, you carried this catastrophe that originally belonged to me today, and you carried it for me." Rong Zhao sighed lightly.

"It's hard to say, your calamity may be my sister's fate." Rong Yue chuckled.

Rong Zhao looked at her quiet and indifferent expression, he was anxious for a moment, reached out and grabbed her wrist, lowered his voice and asked, "You left with the emperor, what can you do with Brother Sheng Qiong?" He's all over you. ”

"What can I do?" Rong Yue lowered her head slowly, and her voice was even more gloomy than the cold wind: "He is not of my race, and I didn't dare to tell my father about his affairs." Now that I've got this result, maybe everyone will be happy. ”

"Sister......" Rong Zhao's heart ached for a while, and he didn't know what to do.

"That's it! My legs are frozen, let's get inside. Rong Yue had already struggled out of her grief, and pulled Rong Zhao into the house with her backhand.

White fungus red dates are stewed together with wolfberry and brown sugar for two hours, warm, soft and sweet. It is one of the favorite sweet soups among women.

Rong Zhao drank the last mouthful of sweet soup in the small soup bowl seriously, and Zilan, the maid serving next to him, handed over the handkerchief and took the soup bowl. Rong Zhao wiped the corners of his mouth indiscriminately, and asked, "Sister, what do you think of today's events?" ”

"You mean King Pingnan?" Rong Yue asked.

"There must be a reason why he's been holding on to me." Rong Zhao said hatefully.

Rong Yue chuckled, "It's natural. Don't you know that the brother of the county lord of the East Cross Courtyard is very close to the Pingnan Palace? Also, Luyun told me that when I got up early this morning, Rong Yun ran to the palace and muttered in the house with the prince of Pingnan for a long time, and then the king of Pingnan called someone to urge them twice before the two of them hurriedly followed the emperor's royal drive out of the city. ”

Rong Zhao frowned and said, "They took so much trouble to hold me down, did they just want to make me ugly at today's celebration banquet and take the opportunity to humiliate me?" ”

Rong Yue shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "Fool, you know how to play all day long, haven't you heard that after being crowned a marquis, you will establish a prince?" ”

"It turns out that they are for the position of the prince of this second-class marquis." Rong Zhao suddenly understood, but he felt funny.

"Although she is the lord of the county, her mother is a big house. Especially in the heart of the father, the mother's position is even more unbreakable. So they naturally think that after their father is crowned marquis, the position of the son of the world is ** yours. You say, "Can they sit still?" Rong Yue shook her head and sighed.

Rong Zhao felt that his sister's words made sense, but he still felt ridiculous, because he said: "Didn't Rong Hui and Rong Yun also enter the family tree as sisters-in-law?" Besides, they have the royal family behind them, can they be so anxious? ”

"You still don't understand a woman's heart. She married her father as the lord of the county to be the second room, and in the past eighteen years, I am afraid that there is not a day when she has not thought of trampling her mother and us under her feet. This time can make you ugly in front of the emperor, and let the emperor see with his own eyes that you are just a sick and weak person who can't lift his hands and shoulders, and the benefits for her are more than the same. Rong Yue raised her hand to take the handstove sent by Luyun and put it on her lap, and her slender ten fingers warmed the handstove through the cotton handkerchief.

"That's what my sister said." Rong Zhao agreed, and he was already thinking about what to do when he left here in a while.

"How are you feeling these days? During the day, they were fighting bravely, where did you go? Rong Yue asked.

Rong Zhao was thinking about things, but he didn't care about Rong Yue's words.

Rong Yue asked twice but didn't see him answer, because he sighed and handed the hand stove in his arms to Lu Yun, leaned over and patted Rong Zhao's arm and said, "Zhao'er? What do you want? ”

Rong Zhao came back to his senses and said busily: "It's nothing, it's a little tired." ”

"Look at me! I just cared about talking, forgetting that it was all three watches, so go back to sleep. Rong Yue said, and then turned his head and instructed Lu Yun: "Tell the two mothers-in-law to turn on the lights, so that the third master can be sent back." ”

Rong Zhao hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No need, presumably they are all tired at this time." I'll go back after a walk by myself, so why bother with the others. ”

"What's this? Naturally, there is a mother-in-law on duty, who should receive the errand at night. If it is said that the laborers move the people, this is their own family, and it is natural for the laborers to move the people, who is in the way? Rong Yue said, and asked Lu Yun to take a big hair scarf to bring to Rong Zhao.

Rong Zhao knew that he couldn't say anything about her, so he let it go, and when he finally left, he opened his arms and hugged Rong Yue hard, and said with a smile in her ear: "You are really my own sister." Then he turned and walked away.

Rong Yue stood in place for a long time, Fang raised his hand and rubbed the root of his ear, shook his head with a smile and went into the bedroom.