The small courtyard of the fence is bathed in the morning light, and an old man, a small and a snowman sit in it.

After listening to Father-in-law Jia's story, Cui Xiaowan was silent, slightly displeased, and leaned on the recliner:

"Don't mention the emperor, it's boring. Are there any poems in Chang'an City recently? You stay in the imperial study every day, you should know a lot, read it to me. ”

Father-in-law Jia knew Cui Xiaowan's temperament, and he didn't continue to nagged about the emotion in his heart over the years, thought about it, and said with a smile:

"There are a few of them, huh...... The wind dwells in the dust and the fragrant flowers are exhausted......"

Cui Xiaowan sat up and smiled: "I've heard this, it was written by Li Qingzhao." ”

Li Qingzhao......

Grandpa Jia was stunned, looked at the snowman next to him with dim eyes, and after a long time, nodded:

"It seems that it was really written by Li Qingzhao, that kid didn't deceive people......"

Cui Xiaowan looked at the neatly dressed snowman: "He really didn't lie to me." However, he couldn't tell where Li Qingzhao was from, as well as Su Shi, Tang Bohu, and Xin Qiji, and he couldn't tell clearly, and the explanation he found was particularly far-fetched. Do you know him? ”

"I know, a little doll in the northwest, and I still call you Auntie......"

Cui Xiaowan was a little unhappy when she heard this: "I'm dead, I feel like he's older than me, how can I call him aunt, he calls me girl." ”

"He didn't say his name, and he didn't ask your name?"

"I asked, I didn't tell him."

Cui Xiaowan raised her hand and pointed to the kitchen window: "He is very good at catching fish, he caught them, I think he is interesting, and I want him to stay for a few more days, but he obviously knows, but he just pretends not to understand, so he still leaves...... Same as everyone outside......"

Father-in-law Jia chuckled: "People can't help themselves, you are like this, and so is he." It's just an old slave to me, I have lived a lifetime, I can go wherever I want, and I can stop if I want to. ”

"Humph......"

Cui Xiaowan leaned on the recliner, swayed, and was silent for a while: "Will the emperor arrest me back to the palace?" ”

Father-in-law Jia thought for a while: "No, for the emperor, he has always been decisive." You are already dead, and it will be difficult to explain why you were allowed to fake your death when you go back, according to the style of the saint, the matter of cutting the feudal clan is over, no matter whether you succeed or fail, you should really die, so as not to be used as 'evidence' to expose the use of your own brother. But after all, you are the concubine of the Cui family, and the situation is unclear at this time, and the saint can no longer have conflicts with the Cui family, so he has not taken action for a long time. The old slave came over for this matter, and he had to do something for him with Jia Yi and his son. ”

Cui Xiaowan's cheeks showed a little dissatisfaction: "Then why didn't the emperor kill me directly?" ”

"Alas, the method was made by Cui Gong, the tiger poison does not eat the child, how can Cui Gong let you really die. Moreover, it is necessary to leave a way back when doing things, just like finding the antidote to the Lock Dragon Gu first, to prevent things from getting out of control. If Song Yuzhen succeeds in usurping the throne, he will inevitably destroy the Cui family, you are alive, it is the only life talisman of the Cui family, and it is impossible for you to die. But right now, you're really useless. ”

"You're not using me, daddy......"

Cui Xiaowan's eyes were a little sad, and she looked at the sapling forest where hundreds of peach trees were planted:

"When I was a child, my father was fine, saying that I could live in the peach blossom forest for the rest of my life, and if I didn't want to go out, I would never have to go out. As a result, a painter came in, painted me ugly, and then persuaded me to enter the palace...... At that time, the young lady of the Tang family had been elected as the queen, I asked him what was going on, my father was vague, I knew that my father had also changed, and he would definitely kill the young lady of the Tang family, so I asked Jia Yi to inform the young lady of the Tang family to run away, and in the end, it was like that...... And that Song Yu, the letter said that the palace would not choose me to be the queen, the emperor and my father would listen to him, and I was quite grateful to him, but none of what he said was true, and he came to apologize afterwards and said that he couldn't do anything, why do you want to talk about it? And the guy the other day, he obviously wanted to stay a few more days, but he also ran away......"

The voice is soft, all emotions are reflected on the surface, never hidden, but there is no hatred or complaining, just simple likes or dislikes, just like saying that this tree is crooked and that tree is short.

It is estimated that the only person in the world who can communicate with Cui Xiaowan and understand her thoughts is Father-in-law Jia.

Jia Gonggong is nearly eighty years old, and he has seen the ups and downs of an empire, from the emperor and the general to the harem concubines, from the Manchu Dynasty to the small people in the market, basically from life to death, and he has long seen through the world and looked down on it. Cui Xiaowan, on the other hand, has not been in the WTO since she was born, and has always looked at all living beings from the perspective of an outsider, although their experiences are completely different, they look at things from the same perspective.

Father-in-law Jia held the water bowl and listened quietly, and after dealing with the prince and general for a long time, in the end he still felt that the child was talking interestingly, and he didn't have to think about the meaning of the nine bends and eighteen bends behind him.

One old and one young, just sat in the courtyard and talked for most of the day.

Cui Xiaowan was still very talkative when she met someone who wanted to talk, and she talked about all the people she had met in the past, and finally stopped at the person a few days ago:

"That guy also said that there is a big flower sea at home, hundreds of kinds of flowers are planted, there are flowers in the world, the scenery is different all year round, and now it is a plum blossom, camellia, and junzi orchid that cannot be seen at a glance. I don't think he's a liar, is there such a place in the world? ”

Father-in-law Jia nodded with a smile: "There is one, I have heard of it, but the old slave has never been there." ”

Cui Xiaowan thought for a while: "Then where will I live in the future, otherwise the emperor will figure it out one day and send someone to kill me, and it will definitely be useless for me to hide in the cellar." ”

When Father-in-law Jia heard this, he hesitated slightly: "That place is private, I'm afraid it's not good for you to go......

"That guy is very good, the sea of flowers he planted must be messy, I borrowed a small place to live, I can help him raise flowers, if he doesn't appreciate it, we will come back."

"Hehe......"

Father-in-law Jia sighed and stood up on his knees:

"That's a bit far, are you sure?"

"Just walk slowly, I'm fine, you're okay, right?"

Father-in-law Jia nodded, people outside the world are like this.

Cui Xiaowan stood up, took the wooden bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard, and went to the house to get clothes and books, then closed the door, tied a small hemp rope around the neck of the black dog, led out of the fence wall, walked a few steps, and turned back:

"Is there anything else?"

Father-in-law Jia looked at it twice with his hands behind his back, shook his head and chuckled, and muttered: "I originally wanted to be buried in this beautiful place, alas, the life of the rush...... " followed slowly behind.

Cui Xiaowan carried the package on her back, led the little black dog, and walked briskly on the forest path:

"The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

Wherever you go, it counts, and wherever you are buried, it doesn't turn into mud, it's the same. ”

"My old bones, I guess I can't support a few flowers......"

"Eat fat."

"Wang-Wang-"

"Alas......"

The sound faded away.

The canyon hidden outside the world was completely silent, except for a snowman in a white robe sitting at the table, watching the peach blossoms outside the fence until the spring breeze dawned and pulled out the first shoot......