Shaocheng is a city that has been influenced by history for a long time, and the most famous thing in Shaocheng is Fujiajiu.

As the name suggests, the dew on the bamboo leaves is used to brew this wine, and it has a fresh fragrance of bamboo forests.

Fu Jiajiu's business is almost the whole of China, but the good times do not last long, the last years of the Qing Dynasty bandits are rampant, a dart process Fu Boss followed the dart team was robbed, Fu Boss unfortunately killed.

Mrs. Fu was already suffering from frequent illnesses, and she was even more depressed after hearing the news.

However, the Fu family's big house business is doing too well to make people jealous, and the other relatives are all two faces, and they are all thinking about how to take the Fu family's wine for themselves.

Mrs. Fu knows very well the faces of those people, and the signboard of the Fu family wine will only smash into their hands, but this is the reputation of the Fu family wine that Boss Fu has exchanged for his life, and she will never allow it.

Leaving her daughter alone in this tiger and wolf den, how can she leave with confidence.

Mrs. Fu closed the wine shop, handed over the secret recipe to her 13-year-old daughter Fu Jiu, and ordered her to be sent to the Marshal Mansion of the Huo family in Jiangcheng.

Mrs. Huo and Mrs. Fu were friends when they were young, and the marriage between the son of the Huo family and the daughter of the Fu family was decided early, and the Huo Mansion could protect Fu wine.

After arranging everything, Mrs. Fu dismissed all the family members, and she groomed in the mirror, and the years hardly left a mark on her face.

She dragged her body and stood in the yard, there seemed to be a faint smell of wine in the air, she held a fire in her hand, ignited the wine tank, the flames jumped one meter high, she looked at the Fu family and smiled.

"Brother An, I'm here."

Jiangcheng Marshal's Mansion

Fu Jiuxiao's face was pale, she covered her chest, she knew that her mother had gone with her father,

Fu Jiu entered the Dashuai's Mansion with the people, and when he entered the lobby, he saw everyone sitting on chairs, some of whom she knew, Mrs. Huo, Mrs. Huo, and individual sisters.

"Come here, kid, let grandma see you." Old Mrs. Huo had red eyes and beckoned Fu Jiu to come over.

"Grandma." Fu Jiu walked over and called in a low voice.

Mrs. Huo looked at it carefully and touched her head, "It's all over, don't be afraid, I'll make this place my home in the future." ”

Mrs. Huo wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and waved her hand at Fu Jiu, "Jiu'er, come to Aunt Lan." ”

looked at her pointed chin, very pity, "Why are you so thin, I have to give you a good life in the future." ”

"How old is Jiu'er this year?" Old Madam Huo asked.

"Thirteen, in a few years, I will be able to marry Qionglou." Mrs. Huo touched Fu Jiu's head and smiled slightly.

When Fu Jiu heard the word Qionglou, he blushed.

Qionglou is the word of Huo Yuqian, who was only eighteen years old and went into battle for his father to kill the enemy, and he was famous in all directions.

And the other people Fu Jiu didn't know were Huo Dashuaina's aunt's wife.

During the dinner in the evening, as soon as Fu Jiu sat down, he heard the little guy outside the door shouting: "The young marshal has arrived, salute!" ”

Fu Jiu raised his eyes, his sturdy body was draped in military uniform, his legs were slender in leather boots, and the cloak fluttered with his steps.

Under the military hat, a pair of sword eyebrows are awe-inspiring and upright, deep black eyes that can't be touched, and thin lips under the bridge of the tall nose, although the face is slightly childish now, it makes people lose their souls at a glance.

"Qionglou is back, come on, come to grandma." Old Lady Huo shouted with a smile.

Huo Yuqian's eyes under his eyebrows swept towards everyone present and raised his legs.

"Qionglou, look, do you know her?" The old lady looked at Huo Yuqian with a deep meaning on her face

Fu Jiu was a little panicked in her heart, she bit her inner lip slightly, and raised her eyes to look at him.

Huo Yuqian's face was expressionless and he did not speak.

Mrs. Huo smiled at her aunt, her eyes skimmed back and forth between the two, and said with a smile: "Qionglou, this is your fiancée set by the doll, Fu Jiu." ”

Hearing this, Fu Jiu's face flushed, and he didn't dare to look up at Huo Yuqian again.

Naturally, I didn't see Huo Yuqian's sarcastic smile, and the girl who didn't have any hair.

"Handsome! Salute! As soon as the guards outside the door shouted, the women in the house began to commotion, which just alleviated the embarrassment at this time.

At the banquet, Huo Yuqian and Huo Dashuai were discussing military affairs, and Fu Jiu vaguely heard that Huo Yuqian was going south in a few days, and this battle would take about three years.

But no one expected that this battle would take six years.

Fu Jiu has become an old girl from a yellow-haired girl, although the Qing Dynasty has long been overthrown and the Republic of China has been established, but most people's thoughts are still the feudal era, and the girl who has not married at the age of nineteen has naturally become an old girl.

Sixteenth year of the Republic of China

There is a mellow garden in the Marshal's Mansion, where there is a rich bamboo forest.

The sky has just revealed the white of the fish's belly, and the woman's figure shuttles through the bamboo forest.

The light blue cheongsam is attached to the body, the waist is thin and Yingying is handed, the undulating curve of the chest is just right, and the legs exposed under the cheongsam are slender and white, just looking at the back makes the man obsessed.

Fu Jiu held the can to collect the dew on the bamboo leaves, and had long heard that today's young marshal returned triumphantly, and the hopeless battle of Fu Jiu was finally over.

Fu Jiu often had a dream that Huo Yuqian, who was riding on a white horse, would marry her after returning victoriously.

She has been struggling with whether to hold a traditional Chinese wedding or a Western-style wedding that everyone has recently held, which is completely different from China, and the Western-style wedding wears a white dress, although it is white, it is really beautiful.

In a short time, the jar was full, and Fu Jiu poured the dew from the jar back into a larger container, and by this time the sky was completely light.

Fu Jiu sat in front of the dressing mirror and pulled a good-looking hairstyle, she didn't like to rub grease and powder on weekdays, and she put on a light layer of powder today, and her originally white and tender face was even more watery and translucent.

After smearing a layer of lipstick, his complexion was much better, and when the waiting girl came in, Fu Jiu had already finished packing up his makeup.

Xiao Si's eyes lit up, and he sighed: "Miss, you are so beautiful today, you must be dressed up for the young marshal, right?" ”

Fu Jiu blushed and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, follow me to ask grandma and Aunt Lan for peace." ”

There were already a few people in the cafeteria, and everyone was up extra early today.

"Sister Wine is here." A girl in the sixteenth year shouted, everyone looked over, and was fascinated by Fu Jiu for a while.

The woman is elegant and vulgar, the small melon seed face is stretched, a pair of eyes look at people when the autumn waves are full, peach cheeks with a smile, like a quiet orchid, full of gentle temperament.

"The wine is especially beautiful today." Mrs. Huo smiled and praised that the girl was Huo Chuyu, the sister of Huo Yuqian's mother.

The aunts and wives have their own thoughts, who doesn't know that Fu Jiu is like this today for the young marshal.

Huo Dashuai has seven aunts, and the second aunt died too early, leaving a daughter, Huo Liuyan, who was married two years ago.

The third aunt is the daughter of an officer, and gave birth to a son Huo Cheng for the marshal, who is now about twenty years old and is in the hospital.

The fourth aunt died of illness and death after the second aunt, leaving a son, Huo Chongnian, who is now raised in the hands of the sixth aunt.

The fifth aunt has twin daughters, named Huo Shuangshuang and Huo Chuchu, who are nearly fifteen years old.

The sixth aunt is the most favored, but it is true that the fireworks woman is infertile for life after taking the child avoidance soup, and she is raising the son of the fourth aunt.

Aunt Qi had just married the year before last, and she was only eighteen years old, younger than Fu Jiu.

Mrs. Huo looked at Fu Jiu more and more she liked it, Fu Jiu is a traditional Chinese woman, exquisite needlework and embroidery, docile personality, good cooking, and is deeply loved by the older generation.

"Oh, don't look at it, let's have breakfast, I'm looking, the wine's face is about to turn red, hahaha." The fifth aunt is the most lively, she said.

The people present laughed softly, and after breakfast, someone informed that the marshal had gone to greet the young marshal.

Inside the lobby

Mrs. Huo sat in the first seat, Mrs. Huo sat next to her, other aunts and young ladies sat down one after another, Fu Jiu sat next to Mrs. Huo, and everyone was waiting for Huo Yuqian's return.

At this time, the little maid sent out by Mrs. Huo to inquire about the situation came back, "Back to the old lady, the young marshal has already arrived at the city gate, and the villain still sees that the young marshal will immediately sit on a woman in a dress......"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes looked at Fu Jiu.

Fu Jiu's heart was also tight, he ......