On the last day of the third year of Jingkang in the Great Song Dynasty, the Song people called it "New Year's Eve". In the evening, in the three states outside the river, Fugu folded the family, from old to young, everyone was busy sprinkling and sweeping the courtyard, sticking door gods and nail peach charms, mainly to drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters, and pray for good luck in the New Year.

On the gate of the Folding Mansion, two vermilion Tang Dynasty famous generals Qin Qiong and Wei Chi Jingde's door gods were pasted in the middle of the two door panels. The men of the folded family went to the cemetery to worship their ancestors, and the house was to worship the shrine gods, heaven and earth. It's all lively and bustling.

"Tokyo Menghualu" contains: "Shishu's home, sitting around the hearth, not sleeping, is called keeping the year."

The same is true of the folding family, as the night deepens, the fathers and sons of each room reunite with the old and the young to drink, laugh and sing together, laugh and laugh lively, you can stay awake until the dawn of the second day.

In a room in the east courtyard of the back hall of Fugu Zhe's house, the windows and doors were closed, secluded and deserted, and Zheyuexiu sat in front of the window, looking in a trance, as if thinking.

There is also a plate of "slots" shaped like a glaive and already cold, that is, dumplings in later generations. For the current Orizuki Show, she hardly wants to eat anything.

It turned out that the round face was deeply sunken, and the black circles under the eyes were slightly red, as if they had just burst into tears. The complexion is yellow, and even the black eyes that were tender like water in the past have lost their former brilliance.

The Walking Dead, she doesn't know why she can still stay in Zhefu, is it just for the so-called face of the Zhe family, does she have to marry the little white face from Sichuan?

The sound of firecrackers outside was incessant, mixed with the cheerful cries of children. Zheyuexiu couldn't help but be at a loss, if only she could go back to that carefree childhood.

Wang Song, he is not lonely in the underworld?

Zheyuexiu drank half a bowl of wine, sprinkled the rest on the ground, and said softly: "Wang Song, after you drink this half bowl of wine, your heart will be hot." ”

"Outside the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless, it's dusk and alone. Wang Song, although you wrote two Yongmei poems to Zhao Duofu, I didn't have one. But I know that you have me in your heart. Otherwise, you wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles to come here, and you wouldn't even want your own life! ”

She shook her head lightly again, and said with a wry smile: "Am I being amorous." You have so many national affairs in your heart, pretending to be the people and brothers, and I, a woman with a marriage contract, will naturally not put it in your heart. You won't take risks for my sake. ”

Zheyuexiu was dizzy, she grabbed the Tusu wine that was already half a jar left on the table, poured herself another bowl, tilted her head, and drank it. Putting down the wine bowl, she was already in tears, and muttered in her mouth: "The surname is Wang, is this your red sorghum wine?"

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp. Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield. The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens. ”

Zhi Yuexiu's eyes were hazy with tears, and she said fiercely: "Wang Song, you stupid pig, stupid cow, why don't you know how to run?" Why are you so stupid? What are you doing here? You think you are loyal to the country, you are here to save me, but you put yourself in it!"

She staggered to her feet, pounding the table while crying in a low voice: "Wang Song, Wang Song, I am still waiting for you to take me out, you just left, you cut off all my retreats!"

She couldn't support it, sat back in the chair, began to lie on the table, and muttered: "The surname Fan is here now, what should I do, what should I do?" Wang Song, I'm still waiting for you to marry me! ”

"Throwing red hydrangea, hitting me in the head, drink a pot with you, red sorghum wine, ......, why don't I go out of the city to see you, why don't I dare to see you for the last time?"

She sang and muttered to herself, lay on the table in a daze, and fell asleep.

Zhang came in and saw his daughter lying on the table, her eyes were hazy, as if she was drunk but not drunk, as if she was awake, she couldn't help but shake her head, and tears flowed down.

"Daughter, don't complain about your mother, your mother knows that you have that Wang Song in your heart, but he is dead. Mother really has no choice, who let your father go first, let's send people under the fence, and sympathize with each other! ”

Zhang called his subordinates, and several people worked together to help Zheyuexiu to the bed. Zhang covered his daughter with a quilt, watched her daughter fall asleep, and was out of her mind for a while, and then quietly left.

"Nephew, have you thought it through, do you have any other requirements?"

On the main hall of the Folding Mansion, he can ask for a brocade robe, not like a marshal who commands thousands of troops, but like a graceful and generous rich man.

After Zhe Keqiu finished speaking, a thin and handsome scholar on the chair below quickly stood up and bowed solemnly: "Shibo is very thoughtful, and the little nephew Fan Gui thanked Shibo."

The body of Zheyuexiu's father has been transported back and has been buried in the cemetery, and the epitaph was written by his prospective son-in-law Fan Gui.

Zhe Keqiu waved his hand and said with a smile: "Fan Xian's nephew is from a Jinshi in the end, and his writing is brilliant, and your father-in-law's epitaph is also well written, uncle, thank you very much." After the Lantern Festival, if you leave, I will send a team of sergeants to escort you, and the road will be thoughtful. ”

When Wang Song was alive, he vowed to sever ties with the Fan family. As soon as Wang Song had an accident, his attitude immediately changed 90 degrees, and Wang Song's matter was never mentioned.

The niece marrying Wang Song is naturally a joke. At this time, what he scruples about is only the face of his family, and the happiness of his niece is insignificant.

Fan Gyu glanced at a subordinate next to him, as if asking.

The subordinate hurriedly got up and said: "Back to Xianggong, Fuzhou is thousands of miles away from Sichuan, and it will take more than a month just from Fengxiang Mansion to Chengdu Mansion. In total, it will take at least two to three months to walk on the road. On the way, we will take a rest in Yan'an Mansion, Jingzhao Mansion and Xingyuan Mansion, and finally arrive in Chengdu Mansion. As long as there are no problems on the road, there is enough time. ”

Zhe Keqiu nodded and said: "Now that the Yellow River is frozen, there is no way to take the waterway, and the journey is naturally difficult. If you stay, you are afraid that you will not be able to catch up with the time and miss the auspicious day. You rest for a few days, and then leave after the Lantern Festival, and you will also prepare the dowry of Yuexiu here. You can rest assured that you will be satisfied. ”

Weddings in the Song Dynasty were basically four procedures: Nacai, Naji, Nazheng, and Greeting. The first three procedures have already been completed, and now they are only waiting for the groom to come to greet them. Because of the long distance, it is necessary to come several months in advance.

According to the laws and social customs of the Great Song Dynasty, women have property rights, that is, her dowry. The wife cannot divide the property of the marriage equally with her husband, she can only dispose of her own dowry. And the clothes, jewelry, furniture, house deeds, land deeds, and even maids and old mothers, her husband and her husband's clansmen, which she was to dowry when she passed through the door, were not allowed to be used by anyone for any reason.

The richness of the dowry determines the status of the woman to a certain extent. For a wealthy family like the Zhe family, it is natural that they will not treat the Zheyue Show badly.

The subordinates beside Fan Gui were all smiling. It seems that this trip to welcome relatives will also leave a lot of benefits.

Fan Gui was overjoyed in his heart, and quickly thanked him.

He stood up and hesitated, "Shibo, can the little nephew go and see Sister Yuexiu?" Since coming to this prefecture, the kid hasn't seen his sister once. ”

Zhi Keqiu and his sons looked at each other, and Zhi Yanshi smiled: "Why should the world brother be in a hurry. I'm going to leave in a few days, and then Yuexiu will have to take care of you on the way, and I'll spend a lot of time together. Brother, let's go down and rest first. ”

Fan Gyu took his leave. Zhe Keqiu's face sank, and he asked in a low voice: "What is Yuexiu like now, is she still drunk all day long?"

Zhi Yanshi said in a deep voice: "Father, I heard from my subordinates that Yuexiu doesn't eat every day, just drinks, and she doesn't look thin. Just now, the child went over to ask her aunt, and Yuexiu was drunk and had fallen asleep. Speaking of which, Yuexiu is also quite pitiful. ”

Zhi Yanruo said in a low voice: "After this kid surnamed Fan arrived, his subordinates were not idle, asking around. The child estimates that the rumors of Yuexiu and Wang Song, the surname Fan is probably already known, and I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse?"

Zhe Keqiu's face sank, he snorted in his nose, shook his head and said: "A girl's family, drunk all day long, drunk like mud, what kind of body. This is going to be passed out, where is the face of my family? This matter has spread out, and the Fan family doesn't know what to think of our family? How unreasonable!"

Since Wang Song died in battle, Zhe Yuexiu and her uncle didn't say a word, obviously resentful, and attributed the responsibility for Wang Song's death to his uncle's refusal to send reinforcements.

And the rumors and rumors from the people make it even more glorious. The failure to rescue the loyal army has now become synonymous with ingratitude.

Zhi Yanyan said in a low voice: "Yuexiu is also depressed. Wang Song is gone, after all, there is love between the two, Fan Gui, she can't look down on you at all, and no one can stand it. ”

"If you can't stand it, you have to stand it!"

Zhe Kesu's voice became louder, his face turned pale, and he reprimanded: "Since there is already a marriage contract, how can you be water-based poplars, morning and evening." As a child of the folded family, you have to think for the whole family. In the whole family in the future, Hugh has to mention Wang Song again! ”

Everyone hastened to agree. Zhe Keqiu's face softened, and his expression became a little gloomy, as if he was a few years older.

"Didn't Yuezhi go too, she was still so young. The Zhe family owes Wang Song a favor, but it is also a last resort! In the future, everyone should not mention him again, lest the Fan family listen to it and respond in their hearts. In Yuexiu's dowry, there is more gold and silver and silk, and silk and satin, which can be regarded as a little bit of our family's heart. ”

Zhe Keqiu stood up and left, leaving the children and nephews in the house to look at each other.

"Official, villain has heard that this little lady of the folded family is drunk every day, like a drunkard. I heard that it was all for a dead man named Wang Song. ”

In the side courtyard, the subordinate whispered in Fan Gui's ear.

Fan Gui nodded lightly and said coldly, "I've heard about it too. Wang Song, when the dynasty was the same as the Privy Council, Lianghe, Shaanxi Xuanfu Envoy, Prince and Young Master, a good name. It's just that the army was defeated in Yangjiagou, Fuzhou, and it can be regarded as sacrificing his life for the country and dying as he deserved. ”

The subordinate was stunned for a moment, how the official was not angry, but praised the other party.

Fan Gui's white face distorted for a while, and he said in a low voice: "I thought that Zhiyue Xiu was beautiful and fragrant, and she was a famous family, so she could be a good woman, but who knew that she had such a dirty thing with Wang Song." Haven't we come for thousands of miles to welcome our relatives?"

The subordinate stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Official, the villain inquired clearly, Wang Song was defeated and died in Fuzhou in order to save the folding family. Maybe Wang Song and the little lady have already been married to each other, and the family is clear, but the officials are still in the dark. ”

With a "snap", the subordinate covered his face and didn't dare to speak anymore.

Fan Gui's face turned red, and he scolded in a low voice: "You guy, you talk about something unclean!" If you talk nonsense here again, be careful that I expel you from the house!"

The subordinate was panicked, and nodded again and again: "The official is angry. The villain will never dare again, never again!"

Fan Gui sat down in the chair and calmed the sourness in his heart, and a few cold lights shot out of his eyes.

Zhiyuexiu, since you don't abide by women's morals, I'm sorry for me first, so don't blame me for being polite. We're going to be here for a long time, and you'll have a good time!"

The subordinate couldn't help but shudder. These big turbans are all people, and their hearts are not ordinary black.