In the twelfth year of Tianyi, Zhou Taizong collapsed.

The crown prince Zhou Huan ascended the throne and changed the name of the country to Zhongxuan

At that time, in the surrounding towns, a family also ushered in a new life.

"Auntie, is my mother my sister born this time?" By the courtyard wall, a woman stood under an elm tree, looking anxiously, and next to her, a child of five or six years old, looking up at the house ahead.

"Err, wait a little longer."

I don't know how long later, a baby's cry woke up the people waiting outside.

"Mother, mother" Zhao Erer ran fast and was about to break into the house, but someone grabbed his arm and didn't let him in, he raised his head and looked at the man.

"Daddy." Zhao Erer shouted crisply.

"Well, good, I'll go in later, and go to the kitchen to bring a bowl of chicken soup to my mother."

"Okay." Zhao Er'er turned around obediently, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and thought, it's okay now, there is a little sister with him.

Inside the house, an old woman knelt on the ground with a sad face and muttered, "Miss, miss." ”

The woman outside the door approached the house step by step, looking at the lost man at the door, as if she realized something.

"Ah, how is she?" The woman asked softly.

The man's tears flowed down his face, and he immediately wiped them away, saying, "I'm afraid time is running out." ”

The woman was stunned, nodded, and walked into the room.

There was a beautiful woman lying on the bed, and a baby was lying quietly next to her, and the scene looked extremely beautiful.

"Arabic." She shouted softly.

The beautiful woman opened her eyes, a smile on her pale countenance, and then patted the bedside and motioned for her to sit down.

"Arabic." With tears in her eyes, the woman walked over and took the hands and began to weep in a low voice.

"It's okay, people always die, and it's worth it to survive until now, that's it," she looked at the baby next to her, her eyes soft and sad, "It's a bitter area"

The woman wiped away her tears with her sleeve, looked at the baby, and gently touched the smooth little face with her hand.

"Is it really the same as back then, you gave her this name?" When she said this, the corners of the woman's mouth were a little funny.

"Well, Zhao District, her name is Zhao District." The beautiful woman also smiled, and her eyes were a little more stubborn, "After I leave, you will take them back to the capital and ask that person, Zhou Yu does what he says, what about you?" ”

The woman's eyes flashed, but she did not speak.

For a long time, there was no sound in the room.

The old woman, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up at some point and carried the baby out.

Only the woman and the beautiful woman who had closed her eyes were left.

"But, Ayu, the man is dead." The woman's eyes were relaxed, and she did not know where to look.

……….

The beginning of spring, slightly cool.

The peach blossoms in the town are just right, a green field, the scenery is just right, and more than a dozen children gather together to fly kites and play games.

"Hey, I heard that Xiliang Tartar came to Zhengzhuang yesterday, burning, killing and looting, and many people died!" Several children lay on the ground, chewing grass and discussing recent events.

"What, Zheng Zhuang! That's so close to us! A little fat man sat up in shock, his eyes were round, and he looked a little cute.

"Hmph, Zhan Lan, you coward!"

"I'm not a coward! I'm not afraid of Xiliang Tartar, if he dares to come to us, I will definitely ride my little red horse and pick up a big knife to meet the enemy! The little fat man said with a bright look and bright eyes, as if he had thought of that scene, and he danced with his hands, which looked quite funny.

"Flutter."

Sure enough, someone laughed.

"Zhao District, what are you laughing at!"

Everyone's eyes looked at the laughing child, and the tacit understanding was extreme.

It was indeed a very beautiful child, carved in pink, with bright and clear eyes.

"I didn't laugh at anything." Zhao District smiled shyly at this time, lowered his head, but a trace of helplessness that did not fit his age flashed in his eyes.

"Well, that's good, you can't learn badly" Zhan Lan nodded thoughtfully, "If you learn badly, the second brother will have to beat me to death." ”

Zhao nodded obediently, turned around, and looked at the peach blossoms elsewhere.

One, two, one year, two years, three years, she lay on the ground silently counting the peach blossoms in the distance, counting and remembering a long time ago, at that time, she was not called Zhao District, she was just an ordinary history student, died in a fire, and then found that God gave her a second life.

How lucky you are!

She sighed softly, closed her eyes, and felt the warmth.

The small town of Zhou, the spring is still early, the father of this life is a drunkard, of course, I heard my aunt say, my father is a person who has a university question, and once wrote "Bianzhou Fu" to Mingzhou, which is the champion of the saint that year, and the scenery is incomparable.

However, since she was born, she has never seen her father's wise and bright eyes. Borrowing wine all day to drown my sorrows, muddy and nightmarish, I don't know what to do.

Sometimes I ask my aunt, what made my father what he is now?

It's a woman named Zhou Yu.

Many years later, she finally knew the answer.

There was a vibration in my ears, and it was the sound of horses' hooves.

She sat up and looked at the young man who came from the depths of the peach blossoms.

"Brother" she opened her eyes wide and beckoned in surprise.

The children next to "Second Brother Zhao" also stood up and greeted her, and Zhan Lan crawled over and pulled her to walk slowly behind with small steps.

"Zhan Lan, you are taking advantage of my sister again!" Zhao Er'er got off the horse handsomely and shouted to Zhan Lan behind him, "Let go!" ”

"Let go, let go, oh oh, little fat man, let go!" More than a dozen children next to him immediately laughed and played.

Zhan Lan smiled wryly, and finally let go of the soft little hand in his hand.

Zhao District has a black line.

"Let's go, just go home." Zhao Er'er glanced at Zhan Lan warningly, then took Zhao Dian's hand and led the horse back.

This is her brother, Zhao Er'er.

The journey home was a bit long, and after walking for a while, Zhao Erer put her on horseback, patted her hand and said, "Mr. said today, I don't have to go to the school these days, let me concentrate on preparing for the children's exam." ”

"Oh." Zhao nodded understandingly.

Zhao Erer raised his head and looked at his sister's snow-white side face, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Why is my sister always so sensible?

Since I was a child, Zhao District has never cried, eats very well, sleeps very well, doesn't talk much, likes to laugh shyly, sometimes even when my father doesn't drink and cry, he will automatically go to drink, when he is alone, he holds a book, I don't know if I can read it or not, when I look at you quietly, I will find that she can penetrate people's hearts.

My aunt said that this kind of person is a genius.

Aunt Wang in the next village sometimes mutters that she is a little monster.

But he felt that his sister was pitiful.

It's a pity that he has no mother when he is born, and his father doesn't hurt him, and he can only live a good life if he is sensible.

"Did you have a good day?" Zhao Erer raised a warm smile, thinking about Zhan Lan's group of active little madmen, with them, my sister would not be alone alone.

"Well, happy, today Zhan Lan also said that he would ride Xiaohong to fight Xiliang Tartar."

"Haha" Zhao Erer laughed, "Just his small body, what are you kidding!" ”

Zhao District also smiled, looking at this town with a long spring mood, his eyes were a little more sad.