Brother, the snow is ruthless.

Yinzhen looked lonely and stood lonely in the snow.

In the deserted courtyard in front of him, Nian was once left alone here by him.

Until the day she died, she was still waiting for him to return from sweeping the snow without hesitation.

Yin Zhen looked at the place where the broom handle had been polished. Hold tightly with your hands. It was as if holding her slender hand in the palm of her hand.

He was silent, carefully cleared the snow, and went from the depths of the courtyard to the front of the Zhu Gate.

He saw a corner of the Zhumen that was obviously cleaner than the others, and it seemed that the silhouette of her shoulder could be faintly seen.

There were many neat notches on the side of the door, and he counted them carefully, a total of one hundred and fourteen notches, which was the number of days she had been grounded.

"Su Peisheng! Bring the bricks and tiles in this small courtyard, as well as this Zhu Gate, back to Baylor House! ”

Su Peisheng was about to reply, but when he saw that his body was shaky, he fainted to the ground with a bang.

……

Hesheri Fang'er, the daughter of the Hesheri family, was bitten to death by wild dogs in a remote alley.

By the time they were found, the wild dogs had gnawed the poor Hesheri daughter to pieces, and her intestines were dripping all over the ground.

When Tong Jinzhen, the fifth lady of the Tong family, was doing acupuncture to maintain her beauty, because of the mistake of the acupuncture doctor, the silver needle pierced the Fengchi acupoint and died on the spot.

Hu Fei's Mansion.

Nian Xiyue held her one-year-old daughter in her arms, looking at Hu Fei, who had been drunk and dreaming of dying in Gentle Township all day long, and had nothing to do.

In a month, Hu Fei had already taken seventeen concubines, and even took a woman from the Fucha clan as his wife.

Since marrying into the Hu family, she has become an ornament.

Hu Fei never even touched her again, she felt like she was a widow, and her father and mother openly cut off relations with her.

Dad said that if it weren't for her surname Nian, she would have died a long time ago.

She lived as a lonely person, without the favor of her mother and husband, and no one looked down on her in the hundred-year-old Hu family...

……

In the thirty-third year of Kangxi, in the sting season, the red wall and eaves were full of trees and flowers.

Wulanala Yixian is holding her eldest son Honghui, who is less than 100 days old, basking in the sun in the courtyard.

"Fu Jin, the imperial doctor passed the word, saying that the master's body is not very good......"

Su Peisheng knelt in front of Sifujin with a crying voice. The lord did not allow him to enter the palace to find Concubine De Niangniang, he could only turn to Fujin who wished that the lord would ascend to heaven as soon as possible!

Wulanala Yixian's face was solemn, she put down the rattle in her hand, looked at the little brother in her arms, and finally gritted her teeth.

"Su Peisheng, take the little elder brother to the master's side, none of you should interfere in taking care of the little elder brother, just let him cry beside the master!"

For the fourth master, death is liberation, and living is punishment!

The little brother is the crime and punishment left by the rice cake to the fourth master, so let the son of the rice cake collect the debt from the Bo Xingren for his mother!

It's his debt to the rice cake! It is also the last tie left by the fourth master in the world of rice cakes.

It's not fair that she is going to die, while this man is going to a bright future!

With the eldest brother here, Wulanala Yixian can be sure, and the fourth master has no face to die!

In the dim room, Yinzhen's face was withered, and he had not eaten water and rice for more than ten days, and there was almost no medicine and stone.

He heard the cry of a baby in his ears, and he turned his head with difficulty to see a pair of eyes that closely resembled Nian's.

"Wow wow wow wow wow~"

The little one was crying with hunger, and his face was full of tears, but at this time he stretched out his fat little hand and grabbed Amma's braid.

Yin Zhen remembered that his mother also liked to pull his braids, and his eyes were moist. He sighed softly.

"Su Peisheng! Are all the people dead? Come and take care of Little Brother! Ahem, ahem—" he hissed with all his might.

Su Peisheng, who was standing outside the door, hurriedly entered, pretending to be clumsy and picked up the little brother, and the little guy cried even more fiercely.

"Master, Fu Jin said that she can't take care of the eldest brother, so let you find a random woman to raise you..."Su Peisheng said according to Fu Jin's instructions.

"Dog minion, put down the child! Get out! ”

Yin Zhen looked distressed at the child crying and making trouble in Su Peisheng's arms, struggling in pain, and his little face was red.

Su Peisheng put the little elder brother beside his grandfather, and rolled out of the house to guard.

At this time, a beam of morning light was reflected in the marked Zhumen.

In a trance, he saw her smiling and smiling that year, opening her arms to him and coquettish......

Yin Zhen wiped the tears that remained in the corners of his eyes, and immediately got up, clumsily picking up the little brother who was crying beside him.

The father and son hugged their heads and cried...

After the little brother was weaned, his drinks, pecks, clothes and clothes were all taken care of by Yinzhen himself.

Yinzhen began to clumsily change the little brother's diaper in person, served him in the bath, accompanied him to toddle, babble, and the father and son depended on each other.

Since then, the eldest son, the eldest brother Honghui, has been personally taken care of by Sibeile Yinzhen and is inseparable.

……

In the thirty-sixth year of Kangxi, it was another Mid-Autumn Festival reunion night.

Wu Yashi looked at Xiao Fourteen like a child king, leading Yinzhen's little brother and Xiao Gege to play there.

was very melancholy, Yinzhen hadn't said a word to her for three years.

Over the years, Yinzhen has been running around with his eldest brother, and he is motivated, sharing worries for the long-lived lord and the prince, but in fact, he is chasing himself from the world and wandering for a lifetime.

Was she really wrong?

………

Jiangning Mansion, on the bank of the Qinhuai River, was prosperous in the tenth century, and was drunk with gold.

The South Cross Lane on the bank of the Qinhuai River is a well-known distribution center for peddlers and pawns.

At this time, a little boy with a childish face and a little milk fat was holding a small bamboo whip in his hand, and he was sitting at the door of the fence reading 300 Tang poems.

The child, who is only three or four years old, has a grim face, does not smile, and is a little old-fashioned person who is not close to anyone.

Stepping on the moonlight, Nian Yaoyue hurried towards the house with a flat pole, and saw the mini version of the fourth master sitting at the door waiting for her to go home from a distance.

"Little old-fashioned, my mother is back~↖(^ω^)↗, tsk, I seem to have forgotten to bring you a sugar gourd again~"

Nian Yaoyue, who was weak-hearted, reached out and pinched her son's fleshy little face.

"Humph!" The little milk baby snorted coldly, avoiding the clutches of her mother.

"Qiao'er Niang saw you playing mahjong with someone in the alley next door for an afternoon! How much money did you lose? You promised me I wouldn't gamble! "The little guy is righteous and stern to educate his mother.

Nian Yaoyue pouted, and the tone of the little boy's speech was very similar to that of the fourth master.

"If the mother doesn't teach, the son is at fault!" As the little guy spoke, he actually whipped him hard with the small bamboo whip in his hand.

There were several more bruises on the white and tender arms in an instant.

Enough of this kid! And he Ama is carved out of the same mold, and when he goes crazy, he even beats himself.

"Okay, little brother Nian Sheng, my mother doesn't dare, I won't dare next time!" Nian Yaoyue took the small bamboo whip from her son's hand in distress.

"And next time? Well? The little guy kept a straight face, his tone became colder, and he asked relentlessly.

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Nian Yaoyue's head shook like a rattle.

"It's time to eat~"

In the small courtyard, a clear man with a half-silver mask covering half of his face waved the spatula in his hand towards the mother and son.