To be honest, Fan Ming had almost forgotten about it, although this person was taken away by him, but after he went back, he had already left him behind.

"His family begged me to come here, he is also a minister, although the official position is not high, but the recipient is a real lack of children, and my father is close, I have to sell him more or less thin noodles. Besides, that old thing is a delicate man, and I'll show you something. Xun Li clapped his palms and summoned his attendants.

The attendant brought a small wooden box with vermilion lacquer.

Xun Li personally opened it, and the box was full of goldfish, big pearls and opals, shining brightly under the illumination of the lamp. Xun Li pointed with his palm and said, "Look at it, look at it, this weight is sincere." If you let that bastard go, these will all be in vain, Ah Ming, anyway, you have nothing to do anywhere now, that bastard has also suffered a lot in your dungeon, and he can't make any waves. ”

Seeing that Fan Ming was still hesitating, Xun Li made persistent efforts and said: "That bastard didn't commit any major crimes, at most he must be released back if he is detained for a period of time, and if you torture him to death, it will be a rotten life at most." It's better to raise your hand, make a message, and leave him with a cheap life. This box was worth more than his life. If you say a word, this flying wealth will fall. Xun Li spared no effort to agitate.

Fan Ming is not short of treasures, but he wants to give Xun Li's face. The Zhongxing clan and the Fan clan are both Liuqing, and the two families have always stood on the same line, since Xun Li came here on purpose today, and he opened this mouth when he came, he had to sell a face with him no matter what. Fan Ming groaned for a while, and sent someone to release Chen Yuan in front of Xun Li.

Xun Li's business was done, thinking about the other property promised by Dr. Sichen Zuo, and left happily.

Xun Li left happily, but Fan Ming was angry and sulky, and he couldn't be happy. After he sent Xun Li away, he sat alone by the pond in the courtyard, and at his feet, the box of jewels opened the lid and revealed freely in the boundless night. Fan Ming grabbed a bunch of stones in his hand and smashed them the surface of the frozen pond, the ice was thick, and every time he smashed the stones, there was a crisp "click" sound, and they bounced a few times on the ice before they fell.

He couldn't tell how he felt in his heart, in short, he was very depressed, although the box jewelry was valuable, there was nothing to be happy about. Fan Ming grabbed a few big pearls and threw them on the ice, the round beads jumped on the ice, and then they kept rolling. The eyes of the servants who stood by the pond straightened, and their eyes swirled with the beads.

Seeing their appearance, Fan Ming felt disgust in his heart, sneered, and said loudly: "Whoever picks up these beads will be counted as anyone's." ”

At first, the slaves didn't dare, you look at me, I'll look at you. Someone boldly stepped forward to pick one up and glanced at Fan Ming cautiously. Fan Ming said with a smile: "Put it away, I'll reward you." ”

With a precedent in mind, the slaves seemed to be encouraged, and immediately threw themselves on the ice in a frenzied and selfless manner, you pinched me, and I grabbed you. Even if there is a cracking sound on the ice, I don't care.

The more Fan Ming looked at it, the more disgusted he was with everything in front of him, kicked the golden box with his foot, turned his head and left.

After the Chen Mansion heard the news that Chen Yuan was released, he immediately drove a carriage to pick it up. At this time, Chen Yuan was already tortured inside, his hair was scattered, black and dirty, and he still had a foul smell, his expression was confused, and he was a little unconscious. When he was taken back to the house, Dr. Sichen Zuo almost fainted when he saw his son become like this.

Chen Yuan recovered after a while, and when he opened his eyes and saw his father, he began to cry, and kept muttering: "Father, son, son is unwilling, unwilling." ”

Doctor Chen was horrified when he heard this, and after walking back and forth in the courtyard, he picked up a wooden stick by the wall and prepared to beat him severely. Seeing this, Mrs. Chen stopped her, and cried again, and the angry Dr. Chen threw the stick on the ground angrily, pointing at Chen Yuandao, "Sooner or later it will be a scourge!" Then, he flicked his sleeves back to the study.

The outskirts of Samcheon-eup

After Xia Qian and his party finished eating, his personal soldier Wei Nan wanted to go to the second to make room for the general in person, but Xia Qian stopped him and said: "When we were in the frontier, we never complained about sleeping on the battlefield. ”

Wei Nan said: "General, that's different, the frontier is the frontier, and the king is the royal capital." ”

"What's the difference." Xia Qian chuckled, he smiled and sighed, and sighed with emotion: "It's not the place that's different, it's just the people." It's getting late, don't bother the tenants, this weather makes room for us, how do you spend this long cold night in your family. Tonight, the brothers will meet in the hall and enter the city early tomorrow morning. ”

Mingyun observed in the room for a while, and found that Xia Qian and his party had no intention of going upstairs, and his heart relaxed slightly. As the night deepened, Mingyun asked one of the guards to go out and take a sneak peek, and the guards came back and reported: "Master, General Xia and his party are all sleeping in the hall downstairs. ”

Cicada Yue said: "Master, since they have fallen asleep, your subordinates should rest while waiting for you." ”

Mingyun nodded. She disliked the dirty bedding on the bed, but she had no choice but to lie down reluctantly at night, using her mantle as a quilt and folding a change of clothes under her head as a pillow.

Suddenly changed the environment, and the mattress under him was thin, and it was hard and uncomfortable to lie down. The brazier can't be lit, the window is a little leaky, and his heart is still full of things, and Mingyun can't sleep no matter how he sleeps. Today is a full moon, and the thin window paper can vaguely see the moon outside, so Mingyun simply came to the window to look at the moon through the crack.

Mingyun sat on the windowsill sideways, looking at the blurred moon shadow reflected on the window paper, she thought: Tonight should be the night of reunion. She hummed a little tune softly. The voice of this minor tune is melodious and tactful, but with a touch of melancholy, she does not know the name of this tune, but she often hums it.

Cicada Yue didn't fall asleep, she also sat up, listened for a while, and said, "The master can also hum these country tunes." ”

Mingyun was a little surprised and said, "Do you know this tune? I've asked a lot of musicians, but they've never heard of them. ”

Cicada Yue also hummed a paragraph, which was the tune that Mingyun had just hummed.

Mingyun's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Yes, it's this tune, you can sing it?" Do you know the name of this tune? ”

Cicada Yue smiled: "This is a country tune often sung by villagers in Handan, called Zaisi. The subordinate's mother is from Handan Township, and she sings when she is homesick, and her subordinates often listen to it, so she writes it down. The musicians played all the elegant songs, such a country tune, they naturally had never heard of it. ”

"Think, think." Mingyun muttered twice and asked, "Zai Si has words, what do you mean?" ”

Cicada Yue said: "Since it is a country tune, it is naturally sung in rural slang." The meaning of this song is that there is a pair of men and women, when they fell in love, they gave each other a hairpin, and later, the man was conscripted into the army to defend the country and fight, the two were thousands of miles apart, and could not see each other, so they had to look at the hairpin to carry the lovesickness. ”

"Is that what you mean?" Mingyun thought about it for a moment and tilted his head.

Cicada Yue was a little curious, so she asked, "Master, where did you hear this poem?" ”

Mingyun lowered his eyes, rubbed the fingertips of his left hand with his right hand, and said, "When I was a child, I was in the palace banquet." ”

"Palace banquet?" Cicada Moon asked suspiciously.

"About four years ago, that time was also to celebrate General Xia's victory, and Grandfather Wang feasted his ministers in the palace. I ran out that day, and I met someone in the garden, and the man sang it, and I wrote it down. "Mingyun said shallowly.

Cicada Yue asked, "But which little gentleman?" ”

Mingyun said: "There were too many people in the palace that day. I don't know which one. ”

Cicada Yue smiled lowly: "Sure enough, it's a little gentleman." ”

"How dare you talk to me!" Mingyun raised his eyebrows and smiled angrily.

Cicada Yue hurriedly said: "Forgive sins, forgive sins." As she spoke, the smile in the corner of her eyes still lingered.

"I will not forgive you for your sins, but I will punish you!" Mingyun "gritted his teeth" and said. After saying that, she pursed her face, turned her head and pretended to look at the moon. It's just that there is only a layer of white window paper in front of me.

She gently pushed the window open a small crack and poked her finger at the snow on the outer windowsill.

Recalling that day of the palace banquet, it was also a snowy night, and there was a full moon in the sky, just like this today. In my memory, the earth is white, and the pines and cypresses and red plum trees in the woods are all white. Rows of red palace lamps hung on the long corridor, and the firelight jumped and swayed with the winter wind.

She was hurt by the cold words between her parents, and ran out halfway through the feast, hiding under the cloister, crying in a no-man's corner.

"Why are you hiding here crying alone?"

She was crying sadly, and a boy's voice came from above her head, a little gentleman in a red robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, very handsome. He was leaning on the railing, looking at her from above. She hurriedly wiped away her tears with her sleeve, but the tears were more and more.

Seeing that he was crying so much, the little gentleman in Zhu Yi jumped down from the railing, gathered a snowball from the ground, and put it into the palm of her hand.

She felt the ice in her hand, lowered her head to look, and the tears that had been stored in her eyes were dripping down again.

The little gentleman in Zhu Yi said: "Don't cry, the snowball will be cried by you." ”

She had a good face, wiped her eyes with her sleeve again, shook her head desperately and said, "No, you read it wrong." I didn't cry, I didn't cry at all. But the sense of grievance had risen, she bit her lip tightly, covered her eyes with her sleeve, and did not put it down for a long time, and her shoulders shook slightly, and the snowball in her hand was also caught, like small stones smashed into the snow, leaving a hole.

"Don't cry." The little gentleman in Zhu Yi doesn't seem to be good at words, and he just comes and goes. He pondered for a long time, and finally squatted down and said to her, "I'll sing you a song, but you are not allowed to tell anyone when I sing." ”