The winter is cold and the frost is biting. It's now the winter of the sixth year of Showa.

Winter in the mountains is particularly cold. In the jade house, the wooden lattice window lattices of each house are pasted with thick window paper. Since the beginning of winter, except for erecting a thin slit to ventilate the house, it is difficult to see any room with a hole opening the sill window, and the knife-like cold wind has not blocked the inflow into the house.

Under the porch, Chunying struggled to carry a bucket of charcoal, and when she called outside the door, she saw Lufu lift the curtain and let her in. The two of them each took a hand, carried the heavy barrel, and moved it to the outer corner to put it down. Chunying held her back and stood up, panting heavily.

"This half bucket of charcoal fire should be enough. But one day, the two masters will take the young lady's house. When I turned around, I could see the eighth master again. The house is finally harmonious and beautiful, and it can have a lively New Year's Festival. ”

The eighth master, Jiang Ji, is the youngest son born by his wife in the early summer of last year for Lord Jiang. The second room of the Jiang family has a son-in-law, and Lord Jiang has a middle-aged child, and people have happy events, and they walk with the wind. The wife was so happy that she wiped away her tears. is the second master Jiang who has never been smiling, and when he returned home during the fifth year of the Showa New Year, he also hugged his younger brother, which was very rare. Only the seventh girl sat quietly next to her wife, not fighting or grabbing, with a satisfied smile on her face. is this tranquil appearance, which is most liked by the eighth master. As soon as he arrived in the arms of the seventh girl, the six-month-old child grinned and spit bubbles and laughed.

Hearing Chunying say this, Lu Fu also remembered the tiger's head and tiger brain, wearing a melon skin hat, a very likable eighth master. "Miss gave the eighth master a small word of 'Tuan Tuan', this time when I go back, if I still call it that, the second master will have a black face."

The two maids were setting up the charcoal basin, whispering and laughing in the warm outside, Chunying stared at the indigo flower curtain hanging at the door of the inner room, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

This time, when the family went home, the spring of the new year began, and the two girls had to prepare to enter Beijing. In the past two years of female school, except for my aunt's stricter discipline, life has been really relaxed. But the girls are different from them, and for some reason, Chunying always feels that her girl's homework seems to be heavier than others. At night, every time I turn the book to three o'clock, I am willing to read only when I was a child, and I am willing to read under the supervision of the second master, which is already extraordinarily motivated.

Seeing Chun Ying staring at the heavy cotton curtain, Lu Fu touched her arm with her elbow, and suddenly remembered something. "Pack your bags tomorrow, we're good to have brought it, and we're packing the cage as it is. But how can the master pick up all the many things that the master sent to the girl from the capital? If there is a bump on the road, how can you explain it later? ”

Chunying turned her head and thought about it, this matter was really almost negligent. "Why don't you go to the second master to ask for a few small boxes later, wrap them in different categories, and put some cloth inside, which is softer and better to prevent bumps."

"It doesn't have to be so much trouble. The objects given by the prince were not taken away, and they were left there as they were. After descending the mountain, someone came into the house to clean up. ”

The curtain in the inner room was lifted, and the seven girls stepped out. Loosely pulled his hair into a bun, the black hair of the crow crow was tied on his right shoulder, and he was wearing a small red jacket, which made people's eyebrows picturesque, and she was graceful. It's only been two years, and the size has been drawn. The chest is full, the slender is moderate, and the delicate state of the daughter's house is waiting to be released, and the head has been slightly exposed. Because of getting close to Miss Yin, who is almost a bookworm, she reads diligently, and there is a rich smell of books all over her body. Standing quietly, it is already like a good warm jade, warm and moist, not dazzling, but you can see the brilliance of the inside at a glance.

"Miss." The two of them immediately stood up. Over the years, the rules have become more and more decent.

The seventh girl nodded, and called Chunying to put on a big curtain to cover herself. This robe is not rare at first sight, and it is only when it is turned over that it knows the fame in the road. Under the inconspicuous satin underneath, a layer of sable fur is sewn.

Since the day of her eleventh birthday, licking her face, he temporarily stored the gauze skirt and soft shoes for her, such eye-catching objects, there are many people in the female school, and it is very inconvenient. Since then, the objects sent by the prince have all been remodeled, and there are things inside.

For example, at the door of the inner room hangs the flower curtain that drags the floor. It looks very ordinary, but inside the mezzanine is a whole piece of fur, and the sides are also covered with cotton, so it is extremely heavy. Not to mention that the wind in the hall can't blow up, even if you go in and out, you need to use three points of strength to pick up the curtains.

There is also a letter that must arrive every month, except for the letter that Lord Zhou will come and go once in half a year, and he will personally deliver the letter. Other times, it's hidden in a document for the superintendent. Among them, there is a private letter to seal the fire paint, naming the surname, which is the Lord Gongsun of the Guogong Mansion specially selected several strategies and treatises of famous people in Beijing, which are specially for Jiang Erye to read to prove his knowledge. So the handwritten letter of the prince finally reached the hands of the seventh girl after several turnovers.

At this time, when she went out, she went to Langyuan to bring back the letter that had been put aside for the time being. After the women's schoolwork is over, Lushan is afraid that she will never come back. You need to bring a private message from the son of the world, and after returning home, you have to find a proper place and put it away strictly. The undisguised and frank thoughts in his letter made her feel sweet when she saw it, and after reading it, she was very worried. For fear that the private message will leak secrets and cause a monstrous storm.

Don't ask Chunying Lufu to send out the door, the seventh girl slowly walked on the way to Langyuan. The mood is a little complicated, I'm afraid this is also the last time I have experienced it.

That man returned to Beijing at the end of the fourth year of Showa, and it has been two years since then. When parting, he quietly hugged her in Langyuan, and as soon as he sat down, it was time to hold the lamp in the evening. In the middle of the night, she tossed and turned, and easily fell asleep. The sky was not yet light, the twilight was late, and the fog was hazy. The man knocked open the window at the back of her house, and looked through the carved sill window into her sleepy eyes.

She was so frightened that she was immediately agitated, never thinking that he would break into the girls' school house alone. Fortunately, the man only stayed for half a moment, just thinking about it before leaving, and came to look at her. By the way, he lifted her chin and kissed her lightly......

She walked down the verandah to the backyard of the church house. Her bond with him is the bluestone road that she has walked under her feet countless times. Since he left, there has been an exchange of letters. After tomorrow, everything in the foothills will be a thing of the past. will only lie quietly in the corner of memory, and Xu will slowly fade and blur the outline. Fortunately, he shared it with her, and this experience was precious.

It is still the female official Fu who leads the way for her, and the two are now very familiar. Before parting, the seventh girl took out a Nanmu box from her sleeve pocket, handed it to the female official Fu, and said very sincerely, "I have to go down the mountain early the day after tomorrow." In recent years, thanks to the female officials, there have been many cares. Say goodbye today, and dare to go to Yanjing after the year. It's a long way to go, and I don't know if I'll be able to meet adults. A small thank you gift, don't refuse. ”

At the beginning, the noble face given by his wife was originally to let her get to know more noble girls from the family and save some contacts for herself. Now it just comes in handy, but the person who gave it to each other is far from what his wife explained before.

The female official Fu was surprised at first, but came back to her senses and accepted the gift generously. After seeing the seven girls enter the corner gate, the female official Fu stood in place, looking at her curling figure, shaking her head, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

How could it not be seen? The edict of the prince has already arrived, but it is inconvenient to say it now. In the future, in Beijing, she and the Seven Girls will definitely meet again.