Seventeen young people are bedridden to recuperate, always thinking of their mother, and their mother's voice and smile can't be driven away in their minds.

In order to keep Seventeen Young from being bored, Chun'er brought a large box full of puppets from the puppet show.

"Where did this come from?"

"The soil that was taken out of the storehouse was so thick."

Seventeen Shao couldn't help but sigh softly, the better Chun'er treated him, the more unstoppable grievances he felt in his heart. Like a sudden spring, it keeps gushing out from the bottom of my heart, and even if it is suppressed, it can erupt from the cracks.

"After the injury is healed, the world is vast, and I will ride out..."

"No matter how big the world is, wherever you go, you are also the seventeenth young man in the palace..."Chun'er took out a puppet in armor and fled and fiddled with it. Stay, I'm Changshan Zhao Zilong here! ”

Seventeen Young Men smiled reluctantly, "Chun'er, do you know anything about the Ninth Young Master?" I always heard that the ninth master can ride and shoot well, and he is a material for leading soldiers to fight. ”

"Ninth Master... I can't see anyone for a long time, and I often lead the horse out with the master who practices martial arts before dawn. ”

Seventeen young face tilted on the pillow, the tears in the corners of his eyes could not be hidden, his mother had hugged him countless times and said that in the future, he would be a man who stood up to the sky and the earth, and did great things to establish meritorious deeds.

"You go out, I want to sleep for a while..."

"Okay..."Tsubaki put down the puppet and withdrew.

Seventeen Shao put the puppet on his hand, "I can't blame me, what a mother and what a mother I am..."

The ninth young master's mother is the side concubine of the prince, and she is the same age as the seventeenth year, but the ninth young master was born in the palace, and the seventeenth young master was born in a rented house.

When he was a child, he asked his mother, "Why do gold leaves fall on the tree, is the tree a fairy tree..."

The mother wanted to sweep up the fallen leaves, but he refused to stop them, so he liked to see the golden leaves, which withered under the tree and turned into powder that would be scattered when the wind blew. The yard was a mess, and he followed his mother to sweep a few sacks.

He was sad, how a piece of gold had changed, how it had been blown away by the wind.

Then there was really nothing, and a gang came to kick them out of the yard because the rent was due.

Only then did he know that the yard with ginkgo trees was not home, and he and his mother went to the palace.

Everyone in the house sat on chairs, only he and his mother knelt on the ground, and the ceiling of the roof was so high that it was painted with intricate patterns.

Later, he and his mother went to this courtyard, and there was also a tree in the yard, but it was a low crooked-necked tree, and it could not grow a few leaves in the spring every year.

He always quarreled with his mother to go back, at first his mother explained to him, and then as long as he made trouble, his mother slapped him, "If you are from the palace, even if you die, you will die here!" ”

My mother often beat him when she was a child, and he had to be beaten if he didn't write or endorse. When I got up in the morning, I had to stand by the wall and practice. Later, his mother was gone, and no one forced him to do anything.

The woman who came out of nowhere pinched his face and said to him, "You can do whatever you want, go out to play if you want to, go out to play if you want to, go to the account room to pay money when you have no money, how happy you are!" ”

He was mixed up on the street, and everyone else laughed and called him seventeen young, and he happily agreed.

Sometimes he hates, but he doesn't know who to hate, he hates that his mother is gone, and he still hates this palace. But without the palace, he is nothing, no longer seventeen young, and there is nothing.

But he's going to get married, Jiangnan Zhen's family!

"Tsubaki, Tsubaki..."

"The young master woke up." Tsubaki comes in.

"Help me up, prepare pen, ink, paper, inkstone, I want to write a letter!"

"Who are you writing it for?"

"Don't worry about it, just get ready."

Seventeen Shaozhi was stunned at the small table next to the bed, the pen dipped in ink and stopped on the paper, turned his head and asked Chun'er, "How to write..."

"Hahaha, the young master wants to write a letter, why do you ask me?"

"I mean, how to write at the beginning of a letter, I've never written..."

"Who does the young master want to give it to?"

"Miss Jiangnan Zhujia, Zhenqian Mo..."

"Miss Chun'er, seeing words is like face..."Chun'er is serious.

"Then you come, you come..."Seventeen Shao stuffed the pen into Chun'er's hand.

"Presumably, you must know about me and you," said Seventeen.

"What if she doesn't know?"

"Then write that I am your future husband, the seventeenth young master of the Ruiwang Mansion."

Chun'er's writing is difficult and ugly, but Seventeen Shao doesn't mind.

"I made a mistake in a moment of negligence, and I was bedridden to recuperate, unable to step out of the door. If it weren't for that, I would have ridden a thousand miles down to Jiangnan to meet you. ”

"Hahaha, hahaha, the young master is too anxious to think of the bride, and the eldest lady can't help but think you are frivolous."

"Frivolous? The latter sentence was removed, 'I should have been out on the road, but I didn't make much mistake and was subject to family law, and I couldn't take half a step out of the door to recuperate.' ’

"You are about to get married, and you are worried in your heart, I am writing this letter, first, to relieve the loneliness of being in bed, and second, to make you feel more at ease. Although Jiangnan and the capital are thousands of miles apart, if you and I have a long letter, we can understand each other's hearts. Even if..."

"Even if we are separated by the end of the world, we are next to each other," Tsubaki said.

"Yes, yes, that's what it means..."

"Hahaha... Hahaha..."Chun'er covered her mouth with one hand, "The letter is finished, and the payment must be made, 'Seventeen Shaoshu'." ”

Seventeen Shao was very satisfied, "Tsubaki, there is really yours, how many days will it take to send it to Jiangnan Chun's house?" ”

"Huh? You really want to send it! ”

"Of course, it's fun to write. Zhen Qianmo is an only daughter, and after the two of us became relatives, we are the closest people in the world. The Tsubaki family has a big business, and I will have to worry about it in the future. Don't you know first? ”

"Young master, if you are really boring, I will go and hire a troupe for you who can sing puppet opera, and sing it in the house."

"I'm serious, I'm going to write a letter to Zhen Qianmo. She must have been overjoyed when she received the letter. ”

"Oh, young master!" Tsubaki snatched the letter, "If you want to write it, please ask a gentleman to write it well, you see that what I wrote is like a bedbug crawling, and my legs are stunned." Miss Zhen didn't know how pampered she was, how to send this thing to her. And since it is an expression of heart, of course, you have to do it yourself, and the text must also be exquisite to show your connotation. ”

"Yes, yes, you're right! Hurry up and find me a few books, I want to read, I want to practice calligraphy! ”

Tsubaki was a little embarrassed.

"Good sister" Seventeen Shao held Chun'er in her hand, "Please go to the princess and tell me, I'm really bored lying on the bed." It's better to hire a teacher for me and teach me something casually..."

Chun'er pulled her hand out, "Okay, I'll go find Uncle Wu, it's rare for you to have this heart..."

"Okay..."Seventeen young people threw themselves and hugged Chun'er, "Good sister, it's as good as my mother." ”

"Start and open" Chun'er pushed away Seventeen Shao, "Look at you like this, I'm afraid that after two days of reading, I'll get tired of it, but it depends on how many days you can last!" ”

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