Nan Baoyi lowered his head, stroked his plain white shirt, and smiled sweetly: "He doesn't know yet, I want to tell him immediately......"

Wei Chi lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes outlined a gloom on his handsome face.

He quickly put away his excess emotions, looked at the small pavilion, and closed the window for Nan Baoyi: "The south of the Yangtze River is wet and cold, and the small island in the middle of the lake is even colder than other places, and my sister is afraid that she will not be able to bear it." Tomorrow I will return to my father and take you to my yard to live. ”

Nan Baoyi was slightly stunned: "But-"

"I know that my sister is afraid that men and women can't accept it." Wei Chi smiled calmly, his deep eyebrows and eyes stretched, and he was vaguely the stubborn young man who was thousands of miles away from home in Chang'an City back then.

He added some charcoal to the stove: "But my sister is now pregnant, and she falls here, and there is no one to take care of her." I'll pick two maids for my sister, and then ask a stable woman to serve. The first child must be careful, otherwise it will be troublesome to leave the root of the disease. My aunt had a root of illness when she gave birth to me, and now she ......."

He lowered his eyebrows, poked the red-hot coals with his tongs, and did not continue.

Nan Baoyi looked at him.

The coals lit up his face.

He is handsome, and his peach blossom eyes are full of flashes, with a little tenderness and a lot of pain, and he is between a boy and a man.

Nan Baoyi said seriously: "Wei Chi, thank you." Actually, I really want to get out of here, I'm pregnant for the first time, I don't understand a lot of things, the little doll kicks in the stomach, I can't be nervous. With maids and stable women around to take care of me, I am not so afraid. ”

She poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Wei Chi: "By the way, when you left Chang'an, you said that you were going home to take care of your seriously ill mother, how is your aunt's health now?" ”

Wei Chi took the teacup: "It's better in summer and autumn, but since the beginning of winter, I have suddenly been bedridden." Now that I'm hanging on to my life with ginseng soup, maybe one day it will be gone......"

He blew on the tea soup, worried.

……

Two days after Wei Chi left, Nan Baoyi was released from the island in the middle of the lake.

She was led into a small clean and quiet courtyard by Wei Chi.

The living room has been properly furnished, the rosewood furniture of Yishui is exquisite and quaint, the wardrobe is full of the jacket skirts that are popular in Jiangnan this winter, and the makeup mirror table is also prepared with rouge gouache and beaded hairpin jewelry.

Wei Chi scratched his head: "Although the mansion is rich, I don't have much money on hand, so I can only afford it for the time being...... I've never taken care of a little girl, and I don't know if my sister likes it or not...... If you don't like it, I'll save enough money to buy you what you like. ”

Nan Baoyi stroked the rouge gouache.

The snail dai in the Western Regions and the pearl powder in the East China Sea are quite expensive at a glance.

She said from the bottom of her heart: "Thank you." ”

After taking advantage of Wei Chi, she went to visit his aunt according to the etiquette.

The maid opened the felt curtain.

The room was rather dim, and the thick aroma of bitter medicine came to the face.

When he turned into the inner room, Nan Baoyi noticed that Wei Chi paused for a moment outside the Dongyue Gate before stepping in.

The curtain rolls high.

The middle-aged woman sitting on the couch was tortured by the pain, she was already skinny, but she was holding a needle and thread in her hand, and she was still doing embroidery work.

Seeing them come in, her sunken eyes shone brightly, and she hurriedly put down her needle and thread, took Wei Chi's hand, and touched his cuffs: "It's cold, why are you dressed so thinly?" I made you a cotton robe two days ago, and asked the maid to send it to you, why don't you wear it? ”

Wei Chi sat silently on the edge of the couch and tucked the futon for the woman.

The woman noticed Nan Baoyi and couldn't help but be even more happy: "Beichen, who is this girl?" Why don't you give your aunt a referral? ”

Wei Chi's voice was faint: "Visitors from the north, Empress Shen's people." ”

Nan Baoyi gave a slight blessing.

The woman was stunned.

When she noticed that Nan Baoyi was pregnant, the joy on her face turned into embarrassment, and she said softly: "I thought she was your ......"

She straightened Wei Chi's neckline, and changed the topic with a smile: "I made you a few middle clothes, all of them are made of good materials, you can take them back and wear them." ”

"It's not that there are no maidservants, why should my aunt do it herself."

"I was born as an embroiderer, and in this life, I can only do some needlework." The woman gently stroked the broken hair on his sideburns, and looked at Nan Baoyi with a smile, "It's rare for Beichen to come to see me, you two stay at noon and dine with me, okay?" ”

The woman was very sick.

Wei Chi was reluctant to come and see her.

Nan Baoyi occasionally came to accompany her, and asked her how to make clothes and tiger head shoes for the baby, when the winter sun was warm under the west window, and the woman was in good spirits, she felt that the other party's side face was a little like Queen Shen.

The woman adorned the tiger head shoes with small pearls, pulled up a strand of broken hair, and said softly: "Miss Nan always looks at me, but because I look like that queen mother?" ”

Nan Baoyi nodded: "Two points like." ”

The woman threaded the little pearl into the velvet thread: "Thanks to the blessing of these two images, I became the master's concubine." I heard that the lady entered the house back then, also because she looked like the queen's mother. The lady died when she was young, and the lord has not married all these years. Outsiders say that it is because the lord has a deep and unforgettable love for his wife, but I know that my wife and I are just substitutes for the queen's mother. ”

Nan Baoyi learned from her and picked a small pearl from the makeup, but she couldn't wear the velvet thread.

She pinched the pearl and raised her Danfeng eyes curiously: "How did the queen mother and Lord Yuchi meet?" ”

……

The eaves of the old houses were blue, and the barren gardens were covered with a light layer of snow.

Occasionally, birds flew by, trying to peck at the clusters of bright red chigan nuts in the snow.

Shen Jiang sat under the porch.

has faded away the luxurious phoenix robe and phoenix crown, her clothes are graceful and dignified, but her eyebrows and eyes are too gorgeous, like a peony that can burn people's hearts.

She stared at the peach blossom tree not far away.

The hundred-year-old peach tree, the branches are thick and strong, and in winter the branches are bare, and a thin layer of snow falls on the branches, which weighs down so heavily that the dark branches make a crisp sound and break in the snow.

The white snow blurred the vision.

Vaguely, she saw the spring flowers blooming that year.

She met Zhaonu, who was good at playing the piano in Jiangnan, but she had a disagreement with him because of marriage, and she ran to the street alone to provoke men and want to make him jealous, but she forgot that this was not Chang'an.

She was unlucky and provoked the eldest son of the Wei Chi family, Yu Chi Qinghuan.

Because of his appearance, he was caught by the other party, and he was taken away by him instead of being provoked, and imprisoned in this remote garden, he even had to come to her every day.

Or in front of the window, or under that peach blossom tree.

Those seventeen days and nights were the longest time she had spent in her life.

She remembered what it was like to have a messy skirt, a skirt rolled up to her waist, and a bare back against the trunk of a peach blossom tree.