"Tell me it's a few more years." Zhao Yin took a deep breath, and when his black eyes opened, there was pain and sorrow, but he was alone and had no regrets.

Sun Lu stretched out a palm tremblingly: "It's not this number." ”

"Ahhh Zhao Yin patted his head and smiled at Sun Lu, "Thank you, Sun Langzhong, as the chief of the Imperial Medical Department of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, he has done his best for the king of the Western Zhou Dynasty." ”

"With me there are only the sick, and there is no king, so there is no distinction between the past and the present." Sun Lu replied lightly.

Zhao Yin's eyes darkened, and he sat down on the gold brick floor without any scruples, and threw a wine gourd over.

"Have a drink? If you don't get drunk, you can't go home! Lao Tzu has been drinking a lot lately! ”

"Heh, you haven't drunk the old man once!"

Sun Lu raised his hand and took the wine jug, lay down comfortably on the brick floor, and the wine entered his throat.

Immediately after going to the study, the smell of wine and snoring remained.

In this world, the wind and rain are obscure, and there are still ice hearts that are not noticed, immortal in time.

Snow sends the New Year, the sound of firecrackers, red plums bloom all over the jade mountain, and the sky is gorgeous.

On this day, at night, the night was cold and frozen, there was no figure on the street, and every household burned red kang, and they all went around the stove to cut window flowers.

Auspicious shop. Mother-in-law Hua San and Ah Wei, looked at Hua Er worriedly: "Do you have to go at night?" ”

Hua Er smiled and put on the three-layer cotton wool of Zhaojun Qiu: "It's only thoughtful at night." It is a ruined place, but if it is seen during the day, it will make a big trouble. ”

Hua San leaned on the edge of the fire, scrubbing his sword, unexpectedly quiet.

Ah Wei twisted the long knife: "Second girl, I'll accompany you." I am watching you in secret, lest I meet a small man, and I will have a care. ”

Hua Er groaned slightly, and felt that there was nothing wrong, so he nodded, quit his mother-in-law and Hua San, and walked into the night with Ah Wei.

It was freezing cold, and at night in December, the north wind could tear people's bones apart.

Hua Er walked alone on the street, his back was stretched by the lantern, and he stepped out of a string of snow nests, and was buried by the flying snow in an instant.

She seemed to be very familiar with the road, without a lantern, and without any stagnation through the streets and alleys, through the bustle and silence of a city, Ah Wei followed her in secret, the blade sharpened.

Finally, she stopped somewhere.

It's a whole street.

The abandoned Zhumen high-rise households, occupy the whole street, the red pillars hugged by the three people, the dismounted stone of a slip, and the lifelike Taihu Lake stone Pixiu, showing that this was once a bell ringing food, the first of the famous doors.

Only now, everything is rotten.

Under the glazed eaves, the cobwebs hung down to the ground, the stone pixiu shattered half of his face, the red paint on the pillars fell off, revealing the blackened lining, the door was not closed, or it was rotten, squeaking and swaying in the wind and snow, and I could vaguely see that the house was full of messes, and the ashes and dirty snow were sticky.

Hua Er instructed Ah Wei to wait in secret, so he tightened Zhaojun Qiu and walked into the mansion alone.

The embroidered shoes stepped on the black slush, creaking, and I don't know what they were stepping on, and the ground was dry, and the blood condensed in the cracks of the bricks was shocking, and the north wind passed through the hall, and the whimpering was even more terrifying.

An abandoned house, the neighbors are unlucky, afraid of being haunted, and they all take a detour when they pass by.

Hua Er looked as usual, and by the faint moonlight, she leaned down and patiently brushed in the snow, revealing a plaque buried underneath.

Compared to the rotten and filthy things on the side, this plaque is considered clean, and it seems that every year this woman comes and wipes it clean.

Distinguish the four gilded characters on it.

Cheng Fu.

It was a gift from the emperor, opening the door to build a mansion, and the once extreme Xuanhe is now buried under the snow.

And Cheng, in that dynasty, whenever this word is mentioned, it represents the glory of a country, and the king holds the humerus and support of the tiger talisman left and right.

Wenjia Wucheng. The head of the Eastern Zhou military attaché, who commanded almost all the troops in Kyushu, Jiangmen, Cheng.

Hua Er wiped the plaque, walked into the house, and smiled in the face of the ghostly abandoned house-

"I'm back! Dear uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, a healthy new year! ”

No one answered.

This joyful New Year's greeting splashed down on the empty abandoned house, and was swallowed by the north wind in an instant.

It's like a joke, no one laughs after telling it, but it breaks people's intestines.

"Na, it's still the same as in previous years, I will dance to all uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, New Year's greetings!"

As if facing a lively family banquet, full of friends, relatives laughing, Hua Er also smiled brightly, and his voice was crisp.

She solemnly straightened her sideburns, brushed her sleeves, stretched her waist, held orchids in her hands, and danced in the snow, in the night, and in the quiet rotten house.

The bright red Zhaojun Qiu, the snow-white sky, one red and one white, such as the red plum on the jade mountain, are particularly beautiful.

And the woman's long sleeves are stretched, the willows are blowing, and the cheeks are blooming in the snow, even if it is wearing a winter fur, the dance steps are extremely light, and the toes are hooked like a mist, adding a bit of hazy and soft to the graceful shadow.

Snow white and red, there is no flute, but if there are relatives and friends, talking and laughing with family, the younger generations twisting firecrackers are also clever and deliberately disturb her footsteps, and then run away laughing and laughing.

One person's dance, as if there are relatives sitting around, one person's laughter, if there is a New Year's reunion, not far away from the cannon battle in the sky, golden flowers blooming, reflecting the woman's eyebrows, puffing a gentle and friendly smile.

It's like childhood. With the slight nervousness of hoping that the elders will praise him, and the slight expectation of winning the first place among his peers and taking more pressure on the year.

This is the only memory she has of this family mansion: the reunion year.

She grew up in a mansion on the outskirts of Beijing. Only when the Bafang clan reunites during the Chinese New Year every year will she be invited to this mansion to add to the excitement.

That was also the first half of her life, and she would look forward to a whole year of excitement. Only then could she see the gentle and enthusiastic laughter of the people of her people, and the voices that called to her in all directions, so that every sound she deserved to rejoice.

Little Thirteen!

Eh!!

……

She does thirteen.

She is the thirteenth daughter of the head of the Cheng family.

However, her background is a stain on this Xuanhe.

Her father, who was the general of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, was in good spirits after winning a war for three years, so the always cold military generals also let go a little, and invited a few deputy generals to go to the painting boat on the Qinhuai River to drink.

Qionghua is beautiful, Jiangnan is good, willow spring breeze, red face and skillful.

It just so happened that a famous prostitute who was arranged to sing and dance to cheer up the festival made a mistake when he saw that General Cheng was drunk and confused, and he had another glass of wine.

Then, there was her.

Her mother who is a bastard in the wind and moon field is quite sober, she knows that she has lost flowers and willows, and she has a daughter, so it is impossible to be accepted by the Cheng family, but she is a famous prostitute, and Wuling is a chic day when she is young and fighting.

So after more than a month of milk, I felt that the "business" was delayed, and Hualiu Lane was not suitable for increasingly sensible children, so I sent her back to Cheng Mansion, the family full of the world, shocked.

Wenjia Wucheng, the founding humerus of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. And General Cheng, who stood at the pinnacle, actually left a bloodline with a fireworks woman.