The carriage was busy, leaving ruts on the snow.

Murong Fenghua curled up in the carriage, looking confused, his mother, grandfather, and father were all far away from him, how should he deal with himself and how to live in the future?

In her sleep, Mama Du's voice came faintly: "Childe, it's here." ”

Murong Fenghua opened his eyes, obviously this was a small farmhouse in the mountains.

There was a simple man rubbing his hands next to Mama Du, his face full of crampedness and uneasiness; There was a woman beside the man, coarsely dressed in cloth, with her head simply held, looking at him with a smile; There is also a little girl, who must be their child, with a bright smile on her face, very cute.

Mama Du took Murong Fenghua out of the carriage and admonished: "Son, the old slave is leaving, you have to stay here, Chiyu will come to see you." ”

Murong Fenghua nodded, stood in place, staring at Mama Du's carriage farther and farther away.

The man rubbed his hands uneasily and said, "Childe, do you want to come to the house to keep warm?" ”

Murong Fenghua was silent, and his face was as cold as water.

The little girl was half a cut shorter than Murong Fenghua, but she boldly came over and grabbed him, her voice soft and glutinous: "Hey, my father called you to keep warm, why are you like this, so rude!" ”

Murong Fenghua frowned, looked at his sleeves that were pulled, and said in a cold voice: "You let go." ”

The little girl blinked, and cried loudly: "Woo woo, you bully me!" You're killing me! Big brother bullies Ah Zhuo! ”

For the first time, Murong Fenghua felt helpless, in the palace, no one dared to be so bold with him.

"You, don't cry yet, I'll just go in."

Murong Fenghua couldn't, so he had to follow their family into the house.

The furnishings in the house were old, and the only thing that was slightly worth it was the piece of deerskin that was placed at the top of the table.

The little girl proudly said to Murong Fenghua: "Look, this is a deer skin from my father, one is worth two cents!" ”

Or? Murong Fenghua frowned, Aunt Chiyu has three taels of silver for a month, how much is two pennies worth?

The woman next to the girl blushed: "Childe, we are just a small family, and we don't make much money on weekdays, don't listen to Ah Zhuo's nonsense." ”

Murong Fenghua finally opened his mouth: "Ah Zhuo? But the peach is dying, the one that burns its glory? ”

The woman's face turned even redder: "We have no culture, and at that time a poor Xiucai came to the village, and casually said a few lines of poetry, and I thought the burning in the poem was very good, so I called her so." ”

Before Murong Fenghua could speak, the little girl smiled first and said, "Big brother, I am four years old, my name is Yao Yao Zhuoniang, and my nickname is Ah Zhuo." My father's name is Yao Xiong, and my mother's name is Yu Qiugu. What's your name? ”

"Seal, seal." He hesitated for a moment, then said leisurely.

On the way here, Mama said that she should not reveal her real name and surname.

Yao Zhuoniang clapped her hands: "It's so good!" Then I'll call you Brother Hua in the future! Hahaha! ”

Murong Fenghua's eyes narrowed, her sister was also so cute, but he left her.

"Brother Hua, Brother Hua!" Yao Zhuoniang shouted, looking helpless, "What the hell are you thinking, I can't even hear you when I call you." ”

Murong Fenghua returned to his senses and said, "Huh? What's wrong? ”

Yao Zhuoniang pouted: "Daddy said that the rice will be delicious soon." ”

Murong Fenghua nodded, which was a response.

Soon, the rice was served, a pheasant, a pot of clear soup, a plate of wild vegetables, a plate of mountain mushrooms, and a few bowls of rice, which was considered lunch.

Murong Fenghua frowned, "This is an appetizer?" ”

Yao Zhuoniang jumped up: "It's so hearty, how can it be just an appetizer!" It's been a long time since I've eaten so many dishes. ”

Murong Fenghua was stunned for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, when I was at home, I always had appetizers. It's me who is abrupt. ”

Yao Zhuoniang said with envy: "What did you eat for lunch before?" ”

Murong Fenghua pondered for a moment, and his voice was old: "The appetizer is generally a plate of crab sticks, a plate of pickled cucumbers, and a plate of stuffy fungus. Then there is the main dish, a boiled chicken breast, a purse loin, a plate of squirrel osmanthus fish, a plate of lotus leaf roast chicken, a plate of red plum beads, and a jar of crab pot. Finally, there are snacks, generally a plate of pea yellow, a plate of kidney bean cake, a piece of osmanthus cake, and a plate of melons and fruits. ”

Yao Zhuoniang's saliva was about to flow, she didn't say anything, just silently picked up the food, her eyes were full of envy.

When the man and the woman saw her like this, they burst out laughing.

It seems that the laughter provoked the plum blossoms outside the house to hear it, and all of a sudden the sky was full of red plums.

Time has always passed extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, nine years have passed.

It seems that the days with Yao Zhuoniang are always so fast, and they pass all at once.

At the beginning, Murong Fenghua, who was young and old, was already fifteen years old, and Yao Zhuoniang was also thirteen.

Murong Fenghua has lived in the palace since he was a child, and he and Yao Zhuoniang have grown up together since childhood. It's just that he has to go back after all.

"Ah Zhuo, come here." Murong Fenghua stood outside the chai gate, and although a dark green cloth shirt was simple, it made him more handsome and handsome.

Yao Zhuoniang was having fun with the people in the same village, and when she heard Murong Fenghua's call, she reluctantly walked over.

"What's wrong?"

Murong Fenghua said in a deep voice: "Ah Zhuo, you are almost at the age of marriage, I don't know, does Uncle Yao have a favorite?" ”

When Yao Zhuoniang heard this, Chad's face turned red: "No...... You, it's not okay for a man of yours to ask me such a thing. ”

Murong Fenghua looked at her blushing face, and didn't speak, just looked at her fixedly, with tenderness in his eyes.

After a while, just when Yao Zhuoniang's breathing was slightly short, he suddenly pulled her over, pulled her to a small stump outside the village, and looked at her fixedly, word by word, word by word.

"Ah Zhuo, when you have long hair and waist, can I marry you?"

It all came unexpectedly and at the right time.

Like a thunderbolt, Yao Zhuoniang was stunned: "I, I ......"

Murong Fenghua stared at her a little nervously.

When Chiyu came before, he brought him a few maids, but he politely refused, because he had someone in his heart.

Yao Zhuoniang stood silently, she has always been grinning, likes to laugh, and loves to play with men in the same village, but she also cares about a man, and now, the man she cares about is actually pleasing to her.

Murong Fenghua saw that she didn't speak, a touch of loneliness flashed in her eyes, but she forced a smile on her face: "Silly girl, okay, don't think about it." If one day, Brother Hua is gone, will you be angry? ”

Yao Zhuoniang shook her head and tried to ease her senses: "Brother Hua is not allowed to go, Ah Zhuo is not allowed to let Brother Hua go." ”

Murong Fenghua smiled and rubbed Yao Zhuoniang's head: "Okay, Brother Hua won't leave." Brother Hua will always accompany Ah Zhuo. ”

It's just that no one can understand the look in Murong Fenghua's eyes at this time, and the light that is clearly extinguished seems to have broken through some shackles. It's like a lonely roaring sky, breaking out of the sky.

But in the end, he still told her a little lie, and this insignificant little lie was, perhaps, very important.