From the west through the county seat of Xincheng, out of the east gate, through the Banhe village and then to the east, a rice field full of golden rape flowers appeared in front of you.

The cottage at the foot of the big stone mountain in the distance is the inner walled city.

This is a secluded cottage, surrounded by mountains on three sides, like a Taishi chair; The mountain is full of green trees, the scenery is beautiful, and it is like a treasure of feng shui.

Previously, the name of the inner walled city was unknown, and few people knew about her existence.

A few years ago, when Moman went up the mountain to pick mulberry leaves, he found that the dew drops were shining in a colorful light under the sun's rays, and he suddenly came to inspiration.

When she returned home, she began to study how to weave colorful brocade.

After many experiments, Moman soon weaved the country's first dazzling "10,000" character brocade. Its structure is rigorous, colorful, full of warm and cheerful national style, reflecting the Zhuang people's worship of heaven and earth and their pursuit and yearning for a better life.

Morman's fame grew, and many of the brocade weavers who came to the inner city rushed to learn from her the art of colorful brocade.

The inner walled city is also famous in all directions.

After the state official paid tribute to Moman's works to the palace, he was favored by the magnates, and for a time Xincheng was noble.

The emperor was overjoyed and reduced the taxes of Huaiqing Mansion for one year.

The sound of "chirping" brocade came from a pole fence at the head of the west village of the inner walled city, like a beautiful melody from the mountains and fields.

Following the prestige, the poles are taller and wider than the other villagers in the village. Around the pole fence, a wall is formed by yellow bamboo, which encloses the whole house in the center, which is very chic.

Through the gap in the wall, you can vaguely see a young girl from a strong family with a green silk hanging back, a beige blouse, and a long white skirt sitting in the courtyard, engrossed in weaving brocade.

The woman hummed a mountain song while weaving a brocade:

Loss, loss......

Swallow tears for Brother.

I don't know where my brother is now,

Thoughts and tears come again.

……

See you that day in spring,

Brother Pan sleeps every night.

It's spring early again,

Yan'er flies back to love.

The song is poignant, expressing the incomparable attachment to the lover, and the sadness and impatience of the self-miss due to other reasons. However, all of this was caused by her painful cutting of love, which made her singing even more longing for her lover.

Wei Shihao went to the inner city for the first time and listened to this mountain song like a silver bell, and he already knew where Moman's house was without asking.

It is said that not seeing each other for a day is like three autumns, and he has not seen each other for more than two months, and he is so happy in his heart.

"Shhhh......h

Wei Shihao happily rushed to the courtyard, and then sang:

More than two months ago,

Brother couldn't sleep every night.

Now from the military Qingyuan Mansion,

Hearing my sister's singing warms my heart.

Mo Man didn't think about tea, the food was tasteless, and she used brocade and mountain songs to drive away the bitterness of lovesickness all day long, and she sang for two whole months, and no one ever answered her. She lost her soul, like a lovesick bird, shivering alone in the cold wind.

Is this familiar, penetrating, and sincere mountain song sung by him?

She was surprised, delighted and nervous!

Joining the army in Gyeongwonfu? Is that him? Is that him?

Thinking that he had misheard, Morman could not believe his ears, so he stopped what he was doing and pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

Wei Shihao's song of self-reporting to his home just landed, and he continued to sing:

Don't forget, don't forget,

Meet in the spring years ago.

No resistance to spring breeze cold to the bones,

There is no return date for the frozen swallows.

Listening to the sincere song between the two, Li Maozai felt sympathy, but he couldn't help it, so he could only shake his head impatiently.

It's him! That's right, it's him!

Morman's face suddenly changed, he stood up in a panic, turned his head and rushed to the boudoir on the second floor, and slammed the door with his backhand.

Overly nervous, when Morman turned upstairs, he knocked the wooden machinery of the brocade to the ground, and an unwoven picture of a mandarin duck lay on the ground, which was extremely ironic.

She leaned her back against the door, tears of sadness moistening her eyes. At this moment, the feeling of colic made her want to cry, crying out the bitterness and grievances in her heart. However, she couldn't do that, she couldn't let him see the abnormality and break his heart.

She held the door with one hand and pounded her chest with the other, tears gushing down her tender little face, her mouth wide open, but there was no sound.

Maybe the best option is to escape, right?

However, she didn't know if it was right or wrong to do so. But she willingly chose to escape.

That night, she had a heart-to-heart conversation with Mo Qinglian in Qingyuan's mansion, which made her deeply understand that Mo Qinglian was the most suitable for him, and only Mo Qinglian had the ability to protect him and let him live well without being victimized by traitors.

Mo Qinglian is rich, powerful, powerful, and loves her so much, in order to save her, she made the determination to quit in exchange for the other party to save him......

Love, not possession! Love is a kind of responsibility and a kind of giving.

And she did.

She would rather face the pain of life worse than death that she can't love, hate or hate, and can't see by herself!

"Dachau ...... Let's go! Morman said in his heart, "...... No...... I can't see him! You must not see him! ”

Morman...... Master Mok...... It's me! You open the door, open the door, I'm Wei Shihao! Stunned by Morman's unusual behavior, Wei Shihao tried to push the courtyard door open, but the door was bolted from the inside and could not be pushed open.

There was no answer in the courtyard, only a few frightened roosters crowing vigilantly.

"I have seen you, why are you avoiding me, not seeing me? Why is that? Wei Shihao didn't understand the reason, he was a little crazy, so he shouted into the courtyard.

There was still no response, in addition to the sound of chickens crowing in the yard, there was also the sound of the cold spring wind blowing the bamboo leaves, which was extremely desolate.

Morman secretly walked to the window and peeked at him who kept banging on the courtyard door, his heart hurt beyond words, and every time he looked at it, his heart hurt as if he had been pricked by a needle......

However, she kept her promise not to open the door to him, did not answer, and did not make a sound.

She couldn't bear the pain of her heart, so she threw herself on the bed and bit the quilt, holding the unsent hydrangea tightly with both hands and crying bitterly.

"Alright! Don't you see me? Then I'll sit at your doorstep and wait for you...... Wait until you open the door. ”

Wei Shihao thought that there must be some kind of misunderstanding between them.

Since he was in the most dangerous time, she was able to venture to the Tusi Yamen to visit him, which proved that she still believed in his innocence.

He also knew that it was she who went to Qingyuan Mansion to find Mo Qinglian to save him, but why didn't she show up after seeing her for the last time in the cell? And the two of them met, why did she avoid it?

Why is that, why?

Wei Shihao sat outside the courtyard gate of her house, with his back against the door panel, his hands on his knees, looking a sad scoundrel.

Li Maozai knew that he was bitter in his heart, so he didn't say a word, walked over silently, snatched the reins from his hand, and led the two horses to graze not far away.

No kind of perseverance can compare to a woman's firmness in closing the door to her heart.

Let Wei Shihao play a scoundrel, she just shouldn't answer and won't open the door.

Wei Shihao's radical actions attracted many onlookers, and after watching for a while, everyone roughly understood what was happening, and no one interfered.

Wei Shihao didn't care about the surprised eyes of the villagers on him, and still went his own way.

On the contrary, the villagers felt that Wei Shihao was handsome, wearing an officer uniform, a long sword at his waist, and looking infatuated, not like a bad person.

As a result, some villagers began to sympathize with him, and they all talked about it.

"Morman, where can I find such a good offspring? People come from afar, and they don't even open the door......"

"yes, it's not like Morman's hospitality!"

"Alas...... We can't understand the affairs of young people today......"

Some villagers began to blame Moman for not being the same.

It wasn't until the evening that Morman's Abba and Aunt came back from the field, saw Wei Shihao, and heard the discussion of the villagers, and knew a thing or two.

The two old men hurriedly walked over, wanted to help him up, and said, "Oh, boy, don't sit on the ground on such a cold day, what should I do if I get sick?" ”

"No, uncle, auntie, I'll just sit here and wait until Moman opens the door." Wei Shihao sat back and waited for her to open the door.

Morman's parents were anxious and rushed to the yard and asked Morman to open the door, but she ignored it and just wouldn't open it.

The weather in February is still relatively cold.

The sky slowly darkened, and there were more and more onlookers, and no matter how much Wei Shihao himself relied on her door, it would also affect the two old people to go home, and he had no choice but to leave.