Autumn in the northwest has always been short, and the end of the year is approaching in the blink of an eye.

An Jing wrote a letter to Yang Shu early, and asked someone to bring some gifts to Danzhou together. Yang Shu also gave a rare Ganoderma lucidum to An Jing, knowing that An Jing would definitely feel polite, and specially replied that the most important thing she had there was was medicine in it. An Jing also accepted it with confidence.

After this year, An Jing will be fifteen, and most women of the same age at this age have already promised others, but because of Heninghou's attitude towards An Jing, I am afraid that few people in Hening County know that there is still an Jing in Heninghou's mansion. What's more, Hening Houfu is taboo. Gong Su Zhong and Aunt Zhou couldn't help An Jing with anything. But in this matter, An Jing has always been secretly anxious in her heart.

It's getting colder and colder.

Every Chinese New Year, men, women and children are dressed up, to congratulate, to enter the pepper and cypress wine, under the six grains of rice, eat Hu cakes, Han cakes. This year was no exception, and An Jing couldn't go to the main hall to be with her father. However, it is also happy to keep the New Year with Gong Suzhong and Zhou Damiang.

The time was approaching, and Gong Su Zhong came back from the family banquet in the Hou Mansion. The sound of firecrackers sounded one after another in the city, and Mo Bunuo also went to the courtyard to light the firecrackers. For him, he is not interested in keeping the New Year or anything, although he is not a Zhou person, but Zhou Jie. But there are similar festivals in my hometown, and when I think of my relatives every festive season, I can't help but think of my mother when I see everyone getting together.

"It's snowing!" An Jing walked out of the door and exclaimed.

Mo Bunuo sat on the stone steps, and saw An Jing who was exclaiming the snow scene, his face was red by the firelight, as if with a halo, and he turned around like a waterfall.

"Mo Bunuo? What are you thinking? So distracted? I shouted at you several times and didn't answer. Knowing that An Jing was approaching, Mo Bunuo came back to his senses.

"I'm thinking about my grandma." Mo Buno said as he looked at the dancing flames.

An Jing sat down and asked, "Where is your grandma?" ”

"Does Childe want to hear the story?" Mo Bunuo didn't answer directly, turned his head and looked into An Jing's eyes.

Fire, there was fire in her eyes.

An Jing smiled: "Okay! ”

Twenty years ago

Jiang captured an envoy of the Zhou State, and the people of the Jiang royal court tried all kinds of methods to exhaust all kinds of punishments, trying to get information about the Zhou State from his mouth, but they all failed.

Wang Ting had no choice but to pretend to keep him and his relatives, in order to put him under house arrest in Jiang State. Unexpectedly, Wang Ji Gulijin did a fake show, and the two really fell in love with each other and became pregnant.

Enraged, the royal court ordered the execution of the envoys of the Zhou state, and Gu Lijin secretly let him go regardless of his life. This made the entire Jiang clan angry, from the grassland herdsmen to the nobles of the royal court, all of whom thought that this matter was a shame for the Jiang royal court.

With no place to stand, Guljin was exiled to the barren land of the frontier with her newborn baby boy.

In places where materials are scarce, the people are even more fierce and bandits are rampant.

When the boy was seven years old, the mother and son were washing clothes by the lake when they were ransacked by a gang of horse bandits.

I thought that those people would leave after robbing their belongings, but I didn't expect one of them to go and return, laughing wildly and tearing off Gulkin's clothes, ignoring her cries, and doing obscene things.

The boy was too young to understand what that meant, and just stayed on the sidelines in fright.

Gulkin bit the bandit when she resisted, and afterwards the man took out a dagger and wiped it on Gulkin's neck, she opened her mouth, but the choked blood instantly drowned out the sound. Blood sprayed from the wound, blurring the man's vision, and he threw the knife on the ground in disgust, straightened his clothes and pants, and then went to the lake to wash the blood from his face.

Suddenly there was a tingling pain in his back, and then a warm current came out of the pain, and before the man could react, it was a second place, until he collapsed in the lake......

The boy holding the knife had a trembling hand before he burst into tears.

He kept calling for Grandma, but Gulkin didn't answer.

The boy erected a grave for his mother out of stones by the lake, as was customary in the steppe.

The sound of horses' hooves could be heard faintly in the distance, and the boy had to flee......

"Childe, you say...... Isn't that boy useless? Mo Bunuo smiled wryly.

An Jing endured the tears in her eyes: "No, he is very brave. ”

"This story is true, right?" After a long time, An Jing asked.

Mo Bunuo nodded.

"But this story is really cruel, if the boy is still alive, then he must live well!" An Jing was a little cold, and rubbed her hands in anger.

Mo Bunuo subconsciously wanted to give her his coat, but after thinking about it, he still gave up.

An Jing got up and stood next to the firecrackers to keep warm: "Picking Tang Yi? The hometown of the mountain. Who's thinking about the cloud? Mei Meng Jiang Yin. I want to go to the palace, and send me to Qi. ”

"Childe, my subordinates only know a few words roughly, and they don't know how to write and write...... Mo Bunuo was a little embarrassed, and he also got up.

An Jing smiled: "This is the "Sangzhong" in the "Book of Songs", which is about a man's admiration for his sweetheart. Come to think of it, the affection between Gulijin and the envoy is as beautiful as described in this poem! ”

Before Mo Bunuo could answer, he heard Gong Su Zhong come out and say, "Midnight has passed! This age is considered to be over, if Zijing is sleepy, he can go back to bed! ”

They congratulated each other again, and went back to rest.