Fortunately, Cheng's Gao Feng Liang Festival is not very dirty, she was allowed to recognize her ancestors and return to her ancestors, and she received the thirteenth ranking, but her background finally made this Zhumen Gaodi feel embarrassed.

So, she was raised in a certain residence of the Cheng family.

The house is magnificent, the days are brocade clothes and jade food, after all, the Cheng family did not treat her as a thirteen girl, and even invited Mr. Teacher to teach her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and all of them should be treated according to the girl's treatment.

Except for one thing: grounding.

She was locked in that mansion alone, with a group of servants who were submissive all day long, she grew up alone, reading, reading, playing, and in a daze.

The whole world she could see was the sky exposed from the gold-gilt-silver patio, watching it fly in spring and the geese returning in autumn.

Her father, who was admired by all the people, had also sent someone to find her mother and asked her to come to the other mansion to take care of her. However, her mother died young because of the unclean disease in that line.

In this world, she is really the only one left.

Year after year, year after year, she has always been alone, even if she deliberately makes it bad, pouring caterpillars into the little girl's clothes, throwing water cups at the maid's face, the servants will only kneel, bow their heads, and say, the girl spare.

Respectful and indifferent.

Then she suddenly deflated, and only heard her own echo, which was blocked back by the rich red door, round and round.

She's locked up.

Helplessly in a cage called Bedi, shouting, crying, lonely, waiting.

The only exception is the New Year.

On the day of the reunion, she will be invited to the family's mansion, and she will meet strange and similar relatives, bustling and crowded, and she will be happy as if she was drunk in laughter and excitement.

After all, it is the Chinese New Year, and no matter how much people who dislike her background, they will be kind to her in those days. Everyone called her gently and eagerly, and stuffed the newly made sugar buns into her purse.

Little Thirteen has grown taller again!

Then every time the New Year's dinner of dozens of golden silk nanmu cases is arranged, the juniors will be coaxed to perform some skills, newly learned songs and dances, new poetry books, the elders drink wine, red faces, take out the New Year's money that has been prepared for a long time, and see the juniors' eyes shine and work hard.

So she danced every year. Wearing a new red brocade jacket and smiling like a red apple, the elders stuffed the New Year's money and New Year's gifts into her hands, telling her to eat less sugar and bad teeth.

Only on that day, she will feel that she is not alone, there are uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, and the god-like father will also touch her head and say, does Little Thirteen miss her father?

However, everything came to an abrupt end when she was sent back to the mansion by the sedan chair and the red door was closed.

She stood alone in the magnificent garden, looking at the red lanterns under the eaves and the fireworks in the night, stretching her back long.

Next year, just wait another year.

After years of waiting, it was not until a sealed decree rescued her from the red bronze door.

Married to the terminally ill emperor, Chong Xi.

seems to be a beautiful but bad errand, all the daughters of Shengjing shrank back, and finally everyone's eyes fell on her, the thirteen girls with the surname of Xuanhe, but they were humble and nameless.

Eight dragon and phoenix sedan chairs carried her into the imperial palace, she thought she was going to be locked in another "other mansion" again, but she didn't expect to meet him.

The pale-faced man squatted down, smiled at her, and said, Hua'er, is it okay for me to call you Hua'er.

At that moment, she felt that she was finally "saved".

……

The willow waist is stretched, the flowers are pointed to Tingting, and the bright red Zhaojun Qiu is in the snow, blooming clusters of red plums.

The north wind was howling, as if there was a sheng flute, and the relatives on the other side all returned, sitting around in the night, watching her laugh, cheering for her, and stuffing a handful of newly made sugar buns into her purse.

Little Thirteen has grown taller again!

Suddenly, a little light lit up at the dilapidated Zhu Gate.

It was a man, dressed in a crow-blue mink velvet crane and carrying a glass palace lamp, standing there at some point, looking at her quietly.

In the dark night, in the wind and snow, in the return of the soul, the orange light of the star, although faint, seems to reflect all the corners and lost places in the world.

Light a lamp to guide you, the direction where the light is, when the orange light reflects your pupils, it must be translucent and warm.

As a result, the woman's pupils shrank.

It's another year of heavy snow, another year of age, and a year of no return.

A year of old man walking alone——

But finally, someone lit the lamp.

The snowflakes brushed the man's face, and under the silver moonlight, it was hazy and clean, and the wind was shining, and the eyes of the dancing woman were shining, glowing with the brightest starlight under the heavens.

"Whoa, birdsong too. "Poetry, Xiaoya, Logging" said, felling dingding, birds chirping. From the valley, move to the tree. It is said that on the day you recognized your ancestors and returned to your ancestors, the sound of birdsong in Chengfu was named 'Hu' among the English characters. ”

The man's tone was a little hoarse, and he took a deep breath and said softly.

"Long time no see, Cheng Yinghu."

Long time no see, the old man at the end of time. The name buried in the dust evokes the return under the camouflage of the years.

Cheng Yingyu.

Hua Er, who was also called by this name, had a long trance, obviously not hearing this name for too long, mixed with the snow and wind, which was a little unreal.

The blood in her bones, she used this surname, married him as his wife, she was ready to give up, the first half of her life endless parting and gentle name.

Finally called out by another person.

"Eh......"

She replied in a low voice, as if it wasn't coming from her own throat.

Just like the New Year's dinner of Chengfu, the rare clansmen called her, and her voice was like a yellow bird, and she deserved to be happy.

At that moment, the faces who had returned from the night also called her with a smile, Little Thirteen! Little Thirteen!

Time is completely chaotic.

After a long time, the woman raised her eyes and looked at the man holding the lamp, a faint starlight, but it seemed too bright, so bright that she couldn't open her eyes, and together with the man's face, it made her fall into a dream.

"Zhao Shenyan."

She called him, by the same name as the two had done before.

"Huh."

The man also agreed, deserved to be solemn, deserved to be restrained.

He stepped on the blackened dirty snow, stepped over the old mess, walked up to her, bowed his head, leaned over, and smirked: "Dance, good dance." Should I back up my New Year's money? ”

The woman was stunned for a moment, suddenly embarrassed and angry, and glared at him: "The New Year's money was given by the elders!" Which one do you trust? Take advantage of me?! ”

The laughter broke the dilemma of time, the faces in the night returned, and the fireworks of the present world bloomed with brilliance.

The old man has returned. It's really an "old man", and he's back.

"What are you doing here? The excitement in the palace is not enough for you? The woman pursed her lips and looked the man's snow beads up and down.

Zhao Xixing raised his eyebrows, looked left and right, and sat down cleanly: "It's not as lively anywhere as you are." I'm here to greet you for the New Year. ”

"Nonsense! Come to worship the New Year in the middle of the night, worship ghosts! The woman couldn't cry or laugh, and was about to leave, "I'm going back, I want to 'worship ghosts', and I can do it myself!" ”

[A pillow said: The true identities and names of the four people in Jixiangpu have been revealed. So from the next chapter onwards, the author's third-person narration will be narrated by their real name. Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, they still maintain their previous names. In case some pillows have been forgotten, the real names are as follows.

Flower 2: Cheng Yingyu.

Mother-in-law: Yu Niang.

Flower three: Xiao Zhan.

Wei: Rong Wei. 】