At the beginning of December, there was no sun.

Wu Yueya still got up early, got up and played a set of punches, did stretching exercises, and brushed her teeth.

Koharu brought a bowl of noodle soup on time, with some chopped green onions in the noodle soup and an egg in it.

Wu Yueya specially explained to the kitchen, don't cook me a bowl of dough buttoned out of your fingers, you have to pull, yes, pull the dough for me, pull it into strips, cook noodles, and put eggs.

Picking up the chopsticks, I finally ate the feeling of Lanzhou ramen in the Tang Dynasty, and this soup is made of mutton with sauce and chili, which is very delicious with a little spicy.

After serving the princess to eat, Koharu returned to the kitchen for breakfast, which was also a bowl of ramen, but it was left for a long time, and the soup was absorbed.

After eating breakfast, Koharu started a new day, washing clothes, drying clothes, cleaning the Tianci Pavilion, except for the places that the princess told not to go, wiped and cleaned them all, and a morning passed like this.

At noon, I helped the princess wash vegetables and stir-fry. Lunch is plentiful, with lamb stewed in sake in a pressure cooker, followed by a bowl of scrambled eggs with pickles, steamed pastries, and boiled consommé.

Originally, Xiaochun was best at meat soup, but the princess didn't like meat soup, but liked the clear soup made from various medicinal herbs, and now she made chicken soup, put several Chinese medicines, the color of the soup was dark yellow, after more than a few months of adaptation, Xiaochun has become accustomed to the princess's living habits.

After noon, in the afternoon, Xiaochun and Xiaomi went out together, went to the nearest East Market to buy some fruits, and came back, she thought of a boiled pear soup, so she chose the best Mourning pear.

Except, of course, pears. There are also orange oranges, these fruits come from the south, half the price of ordinary fruits, they were purchased from a Qin Ji fruit shop, they could have come back early, who knew that a woman in blue who was no less beautiful than a princess sat in front of the door and played the guqin, which attracted those scholars and scholars to go to watch and buy some fruits by the way, which delayed until it was getting dark.

When I came back from Dongshi, the time was approaching dusk, and the sky was slightly darker, and the breath of winter was always so heavy.

"Sister Mi, that woman in blue has really good piano skills, I'm afraid no one can compare to her except Sister Wan'er," Xiao Chun led a horse and followed Xiao Mi, who was also leading a horse.

The basket on the horse's back made a collision sound, Xiao Mi looked at the princess's mansion not far ahead with a slightly sweet smile, and said, "That woman seems to be called Qin Muyu, and the Qin Ji shop seems to be from Xiangjun, but unfortunately with such a face, she is the daughter of a merchant." ”

"Yes, yes, it's a pity," Koharu's round face was also slightly regretful, if it wasn't for the daughter of a businessman, her identity would naturally be different.

"Hey, Koharu, look, is there a child sitting by the lake?" Xiaomi stopped and turned her gaze to the lake, although she couldn't see it very clearly, but the half of her body did look like a child.

"Sister Xiaomi, don't scare me, how can there be a lake..." Xiao Chun looked at the lake, and he couldn't see it very clearly from a distance, and there was really a child sitting.

The two of them looked at each other, and both decided to go over and have a look, and when they got closer and saw that it was indeed a child, they ran up together.

Xiao Chun squatted in front of the child, looked at the child who was wearing an adult's shabby linen clothes and was dazed and ignorant, suddenly felt a sense of distress, and eagerly hugged the child and asked, "Where is your mother?" Your family..."

The child was still half-sitting on the ground, and after being hugged, he cried suddenly, and pointed to the beach next to him, "A-Niang said to go into the water to fish for Shi'er to eat, and told Shi'er not to go into the water, but she didn't come up for a day, Shi'er has been waiting for A-Niang here, and Shi'er wants A-Niang not to eat fish." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Mi jumped directly into the lake, and after a while, Xiao Mi, who was drenched, floated up and pulled out a scrawny corpse. The corpse had a swollen abdomen and was clutching a small dead fish in its hand, which was Shi'er's mother.

On the shore, Shi'er hugged the corpse and shouted to her mother and relatives to stop sleeping. But man is already dead, and the end of life is a never-ending sleep.

Xiaochun looked at this ignorant child from the side, his heart was sour, and his eyes were slightly hot.

People's hearts are made of tofu, and the so-called ruthlessness is pretended, and when you turn around and be ruthless, your heart will always sting, even if you don't understand the world.

Shi'er seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand, he stopped crying, and knelt quietly beside his mother, he realized what death was, what was the end of life!

Xiaochun and Xiaomi decided that the child would be brought back to the princess's mansion, and his mother would also be buried after reporting to the princess, which was probably the best choice.

In the princess's mansion, at night, Wu Yueya sat in the candlelit lobby, listening to Mo Qianjin and Mo Dingkun's reports.

"Princess, that kind of thing in a row of five, a group of five is done, but I don't know what the princess wants to do with this thing?" Mo Qianjin maintained a respectful smile, touched his left hand with his right hand, and said.

"This, you don't have to worry about it," Wu Yueya took the firework holder and looked at it, and found that it was not badly done.

"Princess, that, my father said, your thing is similar to that little bamboo pipe, but the structure is different, this kind has no threads..."

Mo Qianjin was a little panicked when he heard his son say this, he did say this, it was just a guess, and the princess had given an order not to chew the root of her tongue everywhere, and she couldn't communicate with others.

Hearing this, Wu Yueya looked at Mo Qianjin and continued to check the structure of the fireworks they had made.

"The princess forgives her sins," Mo Qianjin sensed that something was wrong, and quickly knelt down, it's all your son, you are talking!

"What's the sin?" Wu Yueya looked at these fireworks tubes according to the design drawings, and there was no problem, the carpenter skills of these two people were still okay.

"The villain shouldn't chew the root of his tongue, the villain knows that he is wrong," Mo Qianjin can be regarded as an old man, and he has experienced a lot of things, and he knows how to deal with the affairs of the royal family carefully.

"Who did you chew your tongue with?" Wu Yueya asked curiously.

"Me and my son..."

There was silence.

"Then forget it, the two of you can exchange experiences and discuss," Wu Yueya waved her hand, looked at Mo Dingkun, who was silent with her left hand touching her right hand, and suddenly asked, "Shouldn't you father and son have a conflict, no wonder, father and son don't have an overnight feud, you two should shake hands and make peace!" ”

After the father and son shook hands and left, Wu Yueya couldn't help laughing, and said that the father and son were really funny, and after asking Hua Chu'er, who was monitoring them, they knew that these two guys had not leaked secrets to others, but they had different opinions and pinched each other a few words when they were making fireworks, and then there was such a thing as a son's top Laozi.

On the same night, in a certain county governor's house, a bad old man knelt on the couch, he sat here for a long time, and did not eat the food he was sent, and a thin brush ran aground on the inkstone, and the ink in the inkstone had long dried up.

A few hairs hung messily and moved without wind, and the old man broke the wooden thorns in the corners of the bookcase with his fingernails, and looked at the already cold rice without appetite, and he said that he did not need to be disturbed by anyone.

A few pieces of cursive rice paper on the ground flew up and landed outside the door, some caught up in the icy running water, and some hung on the branches.

The bad old man poured wine into the inkstone, polished the ink, and dipped the pen in ink to write, the wild lines were like a group of snakes out of the hole, swept on the white rice paper, if someone did not specialize in research, I am afraid that no one would recognize this as a letter of resignation.

At the end of the wild dance, the bad old man picked up the inkstone and dried it, grunted a few times, showed an expression of enjoyment on his face, and threw the county order seal in his hand to the ground. The black tongue licked the black lips, and the mouth became darker and darker.

After walking a few steps, he turned back again, hung the county order seal and the letter above the lobby, and went to his room to pack his things.

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