Chen Jing continued leisurely,

"And this is the wine made by the most infatuated followers, and not so many people know about it, but I don't know how Baijulou learned its recipe and story, so that this wine can be launched now."

"Buried under the willows of the broken bridge, the apricot of this wine is also blooming in spring, and it is brilliant when it blooms, but it bears bitter fruits, just like the story of the king."

Jiang Ruofu was in a trance when she heard this, her mind was heavy, and she accidentally knocked over the wine glass, and most of the golden wine spilled down and splashed half of her sleeves.

Chen Jing hurriedly took the handkerchief and handed it to her, and couldn't help laughing,

"Look at you, you can listen to the story so intoxicated, and even knocked over the wine glass."

Jiang Ruofu pushed his hand away, only to feel cold all over his body and his head swollen.

"Don't talk about it......"

Jiang Ruofu only felt out of breath.

Chen Jing looked at her and thought that she was drunk, not to mention, she was a little superior, which was very strong with Jun Jue's stamina.

Chen Jing hurriedly asked the attendants guarding the door to pass the carriage,

CHEN Jingdao,

"I think you're also drunk, I won't mess with you today, I didn't think you had a small amount of alcohol before, but I didn't expect to pour a few glasses today."

Song rolled in and helped Jiang Ruofu into the carriage.

The coachman rode the horse, the carriage set off, Jiang Ruofu only felt that his heart was sinking.

Chen Jing's words rang in his ears over and over again, and his voice with a ridiculous smile was careless, just thinking that this was a joke story,

"Also because of his peerless appearance, the sour scholar at that time gave Ming Yunluo a nickname, called Ten Thousand Tribulations."

"Because as soon as such a beautiful woman appears, it will be the love of thousands of people."

The wheels of the carriage rolled on the ground and the sound of smacking seemed to pound on her heart.

She seemed to be able to hear the mockery of the eldest lady Zhu's beside Yuan Liu,

"What a catastrophe, in the final analysis, it's just a thousand husbands and daughters."

At every family banquet, other brothers and sisters will always point fingers at her.

"She's the daughter of the 10,000 people? It doesn't look like it's going to be very good. ”

"How can my uncle say that he is also dignified, and the daughter of ten thousand robbers, I thought it would be amazing, her mother who slept on a bed of thousands of people should not be a wild seed born in the Jiang family, right?"

Memories came to her mind little by little, and the coldness in her eyes flashed.

Jiang Ruofu clenched his hands,

Ten thousand people robbed the clouds,

It was her biological mother.

The sound of laughter is still in my ears,

"A pair of jade arms and thousands of pillows, a little bead lips and ten thousand tastes. Who knows how many times her mother was toyed with before she was brought in. ”

"No wonder people say that a taxi is not as good as a businessman, and a businessman is not as good as leaning on the door to laugh. Isn't it the mother of the seventh sister in front of you? ”

"Cheap bones are also in the same vein."

At the family feast, all the siblings deliberately sat away from her, leaving her alone.

She was alone, sitting alone in the children's table, being pointed at, bowing her head, holding back tears.

Every time there is a family banquet, it is the most lonely and uncomfortable time for her. Whenever my aunt asked, she had to pretend that nothing happened, and tell her aunt how delicious the food at the family banquet was.

Otherwise, let the aunt know what she heard, and the aunt will feel sorry for herself and feel that it has burdened her.

The daughter of ten thousand robbers is the suspicion of ten thousand people.

Jiang Ruofu lowered her eyes, tears flashing in her eyes.

But he slowly clenched his hands.

Dinner...... Now it's close, too.

She swallowed her anger and continued to do so.

She has to kneel in order to live, she has to kneel in order to be despised by the enemy, to be able to raise her noble hand and let her go, to let go of her aunt and brother, she doesn't dare to ask someone to pull her, she was born with such a fate.

She deserves to be tortured.

But she will never give in.

She must save her aunt.

When she arrived at Chen Wangfu's mansion, Jiang Ruofu was full of alcohol, and Song Juan helped her down, sighing in her mouth,

"Master, how much have you drunk!"

Other little guys came to help her, and Song Juan shouted busily,

"Be careful!"

"Master! There are steps, you lift your legs! ”

"Master, over here, over here."

The scene in her eyes became more and more hazy, I don't know if she was drunk, or the tears in her eyes blurred her vision.

The mind is still the story with Jun Jue, thinking back to Chen Jing's tone, the kind of ridiculous and flirtatious tone, talking about her mother who depends on each other, Jiang Ruofu only feels cold.

In fact, not only Chen Jing, how many people are using such a frivolous tone to talk about a former famous prostitute in Chang'an.

But it was her mother.

Jiang Ruofu stepped on the air and fell on the Dan steps.

Song scroll lost his voice and shouted,

"Master!"

The flying pavilion of King Chen's mansion, the pavilion and the water pavilion, at this moment, in Jiang Ruofu's eyes, it is blue and red, upside down and unclear, although it is not very clear, but it is dazzling everywhere.

The more luxurious and prominent the building in front of her, the more she thought of the bleak situation that Ming Yunluo might have now, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt sour.

Song Juan helped Jiang Ruofu to lie down on the bed,

"Master, be careful, sleep here, sleep here."

Finally helped Jiang Ruofu to the bed, Song Juan breathed a sigh of relief, the prince rarely drinks alcohol on weekdays, but he never wanted to get drunk as soon as he drank.

Chen Gongzi is also right, he is not happy, why bother to pour so much wine into the prince.

Princess Li listened to the maid's rumor, and also knew that the prince came back drunk today.

I was eating, but I hurriedly dropped the food I had just eaten a few bites and rushed over.

Lee stepped into the room,

"Is the decanting soup boiling?"

"Light up some more incense to clear your mind."

Song scroll busy,

"I've told the kitchen to cook."

The girl who was in charge of lighting the incense on weekdays was also busy looking for water and incense, and hurriedly burned it in the lavender cage.

The footsteps are stacked and the voices are soft.

The smell of agarwood drifted away from the smoke and slowly soaked in the slightly noisy but peaceful room.

The next person brought a chair and put it next to the bed, and Li reached out to probe Jiang Ruofu's forehead, his eyes full of worry,

"It's a little hot, presumably because of the wine and the wind, and the cold, so hurry up and call the house doctor."

"Yes."

Jiang Ruofu fell asleep groggily, listening to the Li family chattering in the room, and felt a little more relieved.

Probably because it's like her aunt.

Jiang Ruofu turned his back, tears streaming down his cheeks.

She now occupies the position of the son of the world, and enjoys the glory and wealth here, but she does not know what kind of suffering her aunt is suffering.

And Lee sat on the edge of her bed,

Although she has very little communication with Shizi, she also knows that Shizi is restrained and forbearing, and it is rare for her to drink so recklessly, there must be something depressed, and it is not a matter of forbearance that has passed.

After so many years, even if the prince is helpless and collapses, he never sheds a tear, nor does he let others notice his mood, but only restrains himself vigorously, even if he is extremely angry, his speech is also faint, so that people can't figure out his emotions.

So there must be a reason for suddenly indulging yourself in getting drunk. Presumably something big must have happened, so that the prince himself could not solve the problem, and he had to get drunk to relieve himself.

This is also why the Li family and Wen Guqi have always been estranged, but now that Jiang Ruofu is drunk, they don't care about so many relatives and estrangements on weekdays. The reason why I came here in a hurry and took care of it myself.

Something big must have happened, and Li was afraid that he wouldn't be able to think about it, so he deliberately took care of it himself.

It's just that Li can't guess what the reason is. can make the prince drunk so much.

The maid came with the hangover soup, and Li stretched out his hand to take it.

The maid was a little surprised, the princess is going to feed it herself?

Jiang Ruofu was in a daze, only to feel that someone gently helped him up, feeding the slightly sweet soup spoonful by spoonful.

Jiang Ruofu half-opened his eyes and saw that the bed was facing a beautiful screen window embroidered with green bamboo.

I only remember that in the past, when the Yue Kingdom invaded and the Jokhang country fled, I and my aunt lived in a house with a broken oil-colored paper window, the wooden window was round, and the wind blew in from the window paper, like a knife on people's faces, and sometimes with snow, it was freezing to the bone.

There was only one narrow quilt in the house, so the aunt put the only narrow quilt on herself, and softly coaxed her to sleep, and when Jiang Ruofu woke up in the middle of the night, she saw her sitting alone at the end of the bed, and her thin figure became more and more delicate in the moonlight.

The cold wind was still blowing in through the broken paper window, and the aunt was so cold that she shrunk into a ball.

The aunt stood up in a hurry, and tried to hang her clothes on the window, but she couldn't stop the wind.

I stuffed my clothes in the window over and over again, and my clothes slipped off over and over again.

The aunt finally got impatient and threw her clothes on the ground.

Jiang Ruofu just looked at it like that, thinking that her aunt was bored and would come back to lie down and sleep.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, my aunt squatted down, hugged her arms tightly and cried in a voice.

She just wanted a good window, just a window.

But she couldn't even do that.

She just wanted to have a good window to keep the cold wind out and not make her children shiver in their dreams.

After a long time, Jiang Ruofu understood,

In the first half of the night, my aunt sat at the end of the bed for half the night, just to shield her child from the wind.

Jiang Ruofu's tears blurred his vision.

The aunts who were sent to Zhuangzi died one after another.

She didn't dare to think about what would happen if her aunt died.

What an abyss it would be.

Jiang Ruofu gritted his teeth

What if she's a prostitute!

She's her mother!

Her mother!

In a drowsy state, Jiang Ruofu was fed spoonful after spoonful of sweet soup.

Jiang Ruofu remembered that the bowl of sweet soup came from the past.

It was obtained by my aunt who picked up the candy paper from the kitchen, scraped it clean one by one, and cooked the dug weed vegetables with the scraped sugar.

The window was leaking very much, she suffered from the cold, the high fever did not go away, and she was hungry and cold, so my aunt had to rack her brains to make a bowl of hot soup, hugged her in a daze, and fed her spoonful by spoonful.

Jiang Ruofu was drunk, thinking about Ming Yunluo in a daze, and also recalled the taste of the bowl of sweet soup.

And Li Shi was very patient to blow a spoonful of cold and feed it to her, Jiang Ruofu was thinking about the soup, and was fed hot soup in a trance, and she tried to open her eyes to see the person who fed her soup.

But it was hazy in front of me, and all I could see was a blurred round window and the outline of a woman.

The warmth of the soup spreads to the limbs.

She seemed to see the broken peony flower window paper on the round window being blown by the wind, and it sounded loudly.

I could feel the cold wind coming in through the window paper hole, and the quilt covered by my body was torn a lot, so thin that it couldn't stop the wind, and it was as cold as a cold arrow piercing my heart.

And the aunt took a small bowl with a broken hole, muttered softly not to cry, half hugged her, and fed her the soup spoonful.

But now, where is my mother?

Her nose was sore, tears fell, and she called softly,

"Mother."

There was a faint whisper, but Lee heard it.

She held the bowl in her hand, and saw hot tears falling from Jiang Ruofu's eyes.

Li took the handkerchief and went to wipe Jiang Ruofu's tears.

Before I knew it, my eyes were red.

Knowing that the prince was not calling him, the Li family still held Jiang Ruofu's hand.

She choked up and soothed,

"Mother... ...... here"

Jiang Ruofu's cold hands were held by a pair of warm hands, and her ups and downs in a trance finally landed.

Jiang Ruofu was appeased, slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep with wine.

Li Shi held Jiang Ruofu's hand, and slowly, after all, let go.

When she first entered the mansion, the prince was only a six or seven-year-old child, and whenever he saw her, he always walked away from afar, unless there was an outsider, the prince would come forward and say "Princess Yu'an" respectfully and detachedly.

All along, she could feel the invisible chasm between Shizi and herself.

When I first entered the house, I often bought some gadgets to coax the children in the house.

Wen Guyu will take it happily and say something happy to the child, and the rest of the children from the side branches will also take it respectfully and run away happily.

Only Shizi, she asked the servants to summon the children to divide the gifts, and the other children were all happy, but Shizi only stood at the door for a while, glanced coldly at the lively scene in front of him, and then left without looking back.

But Li knows that the son of the world is not born to be indifferent to people.

Shizi was once extremely sick and had a high fever that did not go away, and she was in a hurry to take care of Shizi.

Shizi was like now, holding her hand, crying constantly, confused, and shouting mother.

Those very small hands held on tightly to Lee. The pale lips closed one by one, and a syllable was shouted repeatedly.

Li was still a little girl at that time, but for the first time, she wanted to be a mother to comfort the fragile and sensitive child in front of her.

Lee's eyes were misty.

But since then, the son has only drifted away from her, and no matter how much she tries, it will be to no avail.

In fact, she really treats him as her own child.

Even if he has his own child, when the word child is mentioned, the first thing that comes to Li's eyes is still Wen Guqi's young pale face, crying and calling for his mother.

Jiang Ruofu's face slowly became blurry in Li's hazy teary eyes.

Jiang Ruofu was in a daze, and there seemed to be someone talking to her in the dream.

But she couldn't remember what it was.

In the dream, she crossed the river side by side with an indescribable familiar person, who held her hand firmly as she fell into the water.

He whispered in her ear,

"Jiang Ruofu, I will accompany you."

A full moon slowly rises into the sky from the edge of the river.

The moonlight is vast, and the shadow of the green bamboo on the partition wall in the courtyard is reflected on the flowers, and the shadows of the flowers and bamboos overlap, and it is impossible to distinguish which flowers and which bamboos, as if the shadows have been exchanged. The vertical flowers are more like bamboo shadows, and the shadows of bamboo leaves in circles are more like flower bowls.

The life wheels of green bamboo and flower bowls are staggered and exchanged under the moon.