When she returned to the inner room, Feiqiong presented the list of items that had been organized, she flipped through it casually, closed the book and threw it aside. "I remember that I still have a few properties in Beiping."

Feiqiong heard the sound and knew the elegance, and immediately reported the location and advantages and disadvantages of these industries to Xiao'e in detail.

Chang'e crossed a four-entry courtyard house adjacent to the Young Marshal's Mansion and Changqing Road, but chose a garden house on Chunxi Road, and told Feiqiong to arrange someone to clean it as soon as possible, so she waved away the girl who served and went to the study alone.

Pushing open the door of the study, the windows in the room were bright and clean, although she had not stepped in for many days, she could see that the girls had cleaned them every day.

She stopped in the center of the room for a while, and her eyes swept over every furnishing in the room with nostalgia: a scorched tail piano hanging on the wall, a golden silk nanmu couch, a white copper trimmed Xiangfei bamboo chessboard on the glass kang table painted with the pattern of "Empty Valley Youlan", the ivory pen holder of "happy eyebrows" on the rosewood desk, the tooth carved gourd-shaped pen lick, the white jade carved pine and cypress pen rest, the celadon rabbit-shaped water bowl, the red landscape figure printing box, the white jade paperweight with the pattern of the ladies in the garden in the bas-relief, and the secret color porcelain water lily pot of the Yue kiln fired in the late Tang Dynasty. A few anchovy goldfish are leisurely bubbling bubbles, and every object here is her favorite.

She walked slowly past the desk, poured a key from the azure-glazed thin-tire Ru kiln plum bottle on the desk, and opened the drawer that she hadn't turned over for a long time......

In the drawer lies a copy of "Drinking Words", which is very new, not old. The handwriting on the light blue book cover is clear and thin, and the words "drinking water words" are written. Fingers flip down, the title page is painted with a girl sitting quietly under the shade of the willows, with eyebrows and smoke, lips like Danzhu, wearing a blue and colored cardigan with entwined branches and lotus patterns, twelve torn woven gold skirts, fragrant mist and clouds, a butterfly love flower swaying obliquely inserted in the hair, and a pair of lacquered eyes like spring water and autumn waves, as if with endless thoughts.

The inscription reads, "If it is like the moon ring at the end of the day, do not give up the ice and snow for the heat." This line of poetry is taken from the original work.

The owner of the book is proficient in a variety of calligraphy such as seal script, official script, Wei tablet, regular script, etc., each word is a different font, only to see the seal script evenly and fluently, clear and round; The official book is sparse and elegant, and the atmosphere is ancient; Wei Bei's strokes are rigorous, simple and smart; The regular script is dignified and majestic, and the momentum is open. Each word is carefully matched by the owner with a beautiful illustration, the girl in the painting has a stunning face, a noble temperament, or sitting or lying, or frowning, or smiling, bright and delicate, fresh and agile as if to take off the paper. Nalan Xingde's "Drinking Water Words" is lingering and graceful, and it is the crown of the contemporary generation, and the owner who carefully compiled this word is also excellent in calligraphy and painting, and lives up to its name. Between the pen and ink, it is everywhere revealing a lot of hard work of the master.

Her slender fingers stroked every word on the page, and a tear quietly fell on the snow-white paper, smudging a light ink color.

When is this hatred gone? Dripping empty steps, cold and rain, funeral weather. Three years of long soul dreams, is a dream that should wake up for a long time. The material is also sense, and the world is tasteless. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted, and a sad place. The hairpin made a covenant and abandoned it.

If there is a Pisces in Chongquan. I know him well, and he has been bitter and happy all the time, and with whom he depends. I turned from midnight to side, and endured listening to the re-arrangement of Hunan strings. When it is over, he knows it. I'm afraid that both of them will have a thin life, and then they will be saved and the moon will be left in the wind. The tears are gone, and the paper is dusty.

With tears streaming down her face, she quickly closed the page and threw the collection into the drawer as if her hands had been burned.

A heart is like a fried ......

She fell softly on the chair and cried uncontrollably.

He once drained the blood of his heart for that person, the husband and wife broke up, and the relationship became ice, and he didn't dare to think or think about it in the past few days, lest he make a mistake and defile the lintel of Cui's family.

But today, looking back at the pen and ink he left behind, I remembered that she had made a vow to that man that she would never fail, but now it was like a slap in the face to her, which made her lose her spirit.

It is difficult to repay the kindness of parents, and it is difficult to repay the kindness of parents.

The Cui family is full of flowers and cooking oil, and I don't know which day it will be scattered in this troubled world. The warlord leaders led by the Chen father and son controlled most of the land of China, and the military power was monstrous.

As she grows up day by day, she is sold by the Cui family, and no one mentions the old marriage contract anymore. She buried a true heart for the Cui family, reneged on the covenant, put on a wedding dress, and entered the Chen family from then on.

There have also been days of joy, as long as she hides her true heart and laughs and laughs, it is not so embarrassing, after all, the Cui family taught her the most, that is, joy and anger are invisible, according to the rules of everyone's ladies, living as a soulless puppet.

Chen Xi treats her well, she can see the sincere admiration and joy in his eyes, but so what, there are many men who admire and delight the Pearl of the Cui family like a carp crossing the river, but her Cui Xi'e has only one heart, her heart is too small to accommodate so many people.

She just didn't expect that her indifferent and cold attitude would cause death for her sweetheart.

The cousin of Auntie and her aunt's family once silently said that they have been engaged since childhood, and they are childhood sweethearts. Lincheng Zeng's family and Cui's family are right, she and her cousin are close to each other, and the elders in the family have never forbade her to interact with each other.

Later, Lincheng Zeng's family was destroyed in the bandits, only her cousin escaped her life, she grew up day by day, and gradually revealed her extraordinary appearance, the Cui family seemed to forget her and her cousin's marriage contract, and separated her from her cousin day by day. Cai Dacang, the bandit leader who harmed the Zeng family, offered 10,000 oceans to reward her cousin's head, she was afraid that the Cui family would not protect her cousin anymore, although she cried and wet her pillow every night, and had to pretend to be a smiling face and stand in front of people during the day.

The young marshal Chen Xi is not ignorant of the past, but he is forced to marry, even so, how can he expect her to offer a sincere heart.

On days when she respects each other like a guest, Cui Shen'e can give it, but her love, from beginning to end, will only be left to that one person.

The winter of the year before last was particularly cold, Chen Xi did not return for two months, and Auntie couldn't stand it every time he came back, he was haunted night and night, and he was even more happy and comfortable, asking the little maid to serve tea and snacks, and a few big girls to do needlework on the big kang near the window.

Adjutant Tang suddenly broke into the flower hall and said that the young marshal had ordered the young lady to go to Ganlu Temple quickly.

Xiao'e hurriedly finished dressing up under the constant urging of Tang Jiandi, and before she had time to think about why Chen Xi came back but didn't return home, she rushed all the way to the back mountain of Ganlu Temple under Tang Jian's semi-hostage.

Outside, there was a violent snowstorm, but the car was driving like a fly. Inside the car, one of Nie'e's hearts went up and down, and she couldn't fall to the ground.

When she arrived at Ganlu Temple, she got out of the car, and the soft-soled embroidered shoes that she hadn't had time to change stepped on in the thick snow, and the cold was so cold that one of her feet was numb and unconscious.

With a heart of seven up and eight down, she followed Tang Jian to Meilin in the back mountain, only to see that in the snow, Chen Xi led a team of soldiers with loaded guns and ammunition to wait for the battle, and dozens of guns pointed out: Zeng Moyan wore a green shirt, and his face was bruised and bruised, but it did not damage the warmth between his eyebrows. That's Xiao Shuxuan, a man as bright as the sun and the moon, even if he is weak, in the face of the black muzzle, he is still fearless and proud.

Cousin! Auntie shouted, her sweet and glutinous voice was poignant, she broke away from the girls who were mixed with her, and was about to rush towards Zeng Moyan, but halfway through the run, she was forcibly hugged by Chen Xi with a gloomy face, and firmly imprisoned her in the crook of her arm.

Xi'e struggled violently in Chen Xi's arms, but the arm holding her body was like iron tongs. She turned around, but the tails of her charming and seductive eyes were so red that they were bleeding low at the moment, and her bright eyes, which were as soft as the spring rain in March, were full of hatred. Let me go! Chen Xi, let me go? Screaming!

The voice changed its tone, like a wounded lioness, full of pain.

Zeng Moyan's heart ached, knowing that he shouldn't speak, but he couldn't help but comfort: Cousin, don't be afraid, I'm fine. Pointed at the muzzle, Zeng Moyan's voice was still his usual gentle and soft, and his lowered eyes were full of worry, but he never dared to look at Xi'e.

He cast a firm gaze on Chen Xi, and his words carried the voice of Jin Shi: "Young marshal, although my cousin and I have had a marriage contract, but we are affectionate and polite, and there is nothing out of order. Young marshal, I don't know where those rumors come from, but please ask the young marshal to be aware of everything and return his cousin's innocence. If the young marshal does not believe it, he has silently said that he is willing to swear a heavy oath, if I have a lie, the sky will hate it, the earth will hate it, and people and gods will abandon it!

His voice was loud, his eyebrows were full of clarity and clarity, and he never looked at Xi'e from beginning to end.

What Chen Xi wanted to see was Zeng silently wailing and begging for mercy at gunpoint, but unfortunately it backfired. Zeng Moyan showed that the more he behaved, the more hateful Chen Xi became, and he couldn't wait to break the man in front of him who occupied the whole heart of his wife.

"The dust is gone"! Chen Xi sneered, he didn't want to hear any more explanations from Zeng Moyan, he coldly ordered, "Shoot!" ”

"Don't!" A gunshot rang out, accompanied by a mournful cry, and Zeng Moyan fell to the ground.

She looked at all this in a daze, a buzzing tinnitus, all the sounds had left her, Chen Xi's mouth opened and closed, she didn't know what was muttering in her ear, she couldn't hear it all, her eyes were misty, the red was so clear, clear and dazzling, in the white snow, the red plums bloomed in the snow, so enchanting and poignant.

Cui Hui'e's face was full of tears, and the wind blew on her face and it hurt dullly, making her whole body numb. She looked sadly at the man who had fallen to the ground, and her soul flew away.

The gunshot wound on his chest made Zeng Moyan in a trance, but looking at such a grieving sister-in-law, a ray of water crossed his eyes, and his heartache was a hundred times more painful than a gunshot wound. He turned his head in the direction of his sister-in-law, tugged at the corners of his lips with great effort, and tried to squeeze out a gentle smile, and only when he was dying, did he dare to put his affectionate gaze on the heart of the person he had been thinking about for a long time, and he no longer had to hide his emotions, and he no longer had to worry about casting a shadow on her marriage. His gaze was so lingering, his voice was so gentle, he said, "Auntie, don't be afraid, don't cry, don't be sad for me." You have to take care of yourself......

Zeng Moyan didn't dare to open his mouth to pray for the next life, as long as Auntie had a smooth life, peace and joy in this life, he was willing to exchange the loneliness of the tenth life for her forgetting him, and for her to live happily and happily.

"Auntie, don't hate the young marshal, it's me, and I'm to blame." Zeng Mo Yan finished this sentence with difficulty, and finally glanced at Auntie, with an indescribable nostalgia in his sloppy eyes, he slowly closed his eyes. His life, with the overthrow of the Lincheng Zeng family, began to change drastically, the bleak, black and white life is only left with the color of Auntie, she is the only light in his endless dark world, is the reason why his heart beats, as long as he can look at her from a distance, hear her words of news, a heart has already felt happy, feel happy. Auntie, you have to be good...... He silently said that he did not believe in Buddhism, but when his consciousness collapsed, he prayed to the gods and Buddhas.

If it is like the moon ring finally bright, do not give up the ice and snow for the heat.