Singing and dancing, day and night.

The red light tent is warm, and the shallow lover does not know.

There were a lot of icicles under the upturned eaves, which were the rain that had fallen the day before, and they had not yet dripped clean.

The temperature was a little warmer, and it was dripping and dripping, like it was raining.

I don't know why this year's cold winter is extraordinarily long.

Even in March, the begonias do not bloom, the swallows do not fly back, the ice and snow do not melt, it is obviously a spring breeze, but it still makes people shiver.

The red bead curtain separated the two boundaries in the house, and one was caught in the red bead and was wantonly blown by the cold wind.

There are three charcoal basins in one place, and the warmth is warm.

Gu Wanniang was playing the song in such weather, her fingers had to be frozen, and a pair of jade hands were frozen like pig's trotters, full of redness and swelling, and there was no longer the original beauty.

Even if the fingers are unconscious, this song can't be stopped.

At night, it was even colder, Gu Wanniang was dressed thinly and walked on the road with a pipa in her arms.

Even this lively fireworks place can't resist the chill in Gu Wanniang's heart.

Gu Wanniang remembered that in the past, it had to be several years ago, and spring came exceptionally early, and even the hearts of people were warm.

It's a pity that I can't go back......

At the end of the road, there is a narrow and dark street, where rats are scurrying around, and the poorest people in Chang'an City live here.

This is the West Street of Chang'an City, a place where the best people will not set foot.

There are no lights here on Chinese New Year's Eve because no one lights them.

Deeper on this street, there is a darker alley, which is where Gu Wanniang lives.

But for some reason, today the street is the brightest, and you can see it from a long distance.

Gu Wanniang walked to the door with the pipa in her arms, and saw two neat rows of officers and soldiers on the left and right.

Entering the door, it was a maid in the second row, dressed quite richly, wearing a bead hairpin on her head, and wearing a good Shu embroidery. This body is not like a maid, but more like a young lady from a big family.

Among the group, the leader was a grandmother.

This grandmother Gu Wanniang knows, surnamed Zhang, is the eldest daughter of the queen, the upbringing grandmother of Princess Qingcheng, and the nurse of the queen's mother.

As soon as Gu Wanniang entered the room, she subconsciously glanced at the rest of the room.

"Miss Gu doesn't need to look at it, His Royal Highness has never come, and neither has the prince."

Gu Wanniang's bloodless face still changed.

Gu Wanniang lit the fire and said, "Mama is cold, and somehow, it's already March, and it's still as cold as winter." ”

Mama Zhang: "Yes, it's the day of the sting." ”

Gu Wanniang's hand finally had a little temperature under the fire, and she gradually regained consciousness, and slowly, she felt like she was alive.

The sound of firewood and flame colliding with each other and the sound of burning is followed by a long silence.

"His Royal Highness gave birth to a big fat boy yesterday, and the Zhen'an Hou Mansion can be regarded as a successor. The prince was happy to see it, and took the word Huairen. ”

Gu Wanniang's movements paused slightly, and then said, "Wanniang blesses His Royal Highness and the prince." ”

When the queen heard the letter, she was very happy, and asked the emperor to give the Marquis of Zhen'an a knighthood, and now it is the palace of the prince of Zhen'an. The prince is not the prince of the Hou Mansion, but the prince of the Wangfu. ”

This is said clearly, and there is no joy or anger, it seems that he is just recounting a simple matter with Gu Wanniang.

Gu Wanniang smiled and nodded, the prince is rising step by step, and naturally she can't do without the princess.

But myself, how did I give Cheng Yu these things? If Cheng Yu hadn't left back then, he would probably still be living in this rat pile like himself, and continue to live a life where he doesn't see the light of day.

It's just that if Ah Ren hadn't died, he would probably have learned to read and write by now.

Gu Wanniang remembered the child who didn't live to be a year old, Ah Ren was smart, but he learned to call his mother when he was a year old. Gu Wanniang remembered Ah Ren's vague "mother", and Cheng Yu was just as happy at that time, a first-time father.

Gu Wanniang was still in her memory, but Mama Zhang interrupted Gu Wanniang's thoughts.

"The things of the past, now that time has passed, the little boy has been born. His Royal Highness and Niangniang mean that the prince can't leave a handle, and the child can't leave a handle. ”

Mama then said, "The girl should understand the meaning of this. ”

How don't you understand?

When Gu Wanniang entered the room, she had already seen the plates on the table, white silk, poisoned wine, and scissors.

Probably they never thought about letting themselves go.

Mama probably also felt sorry for this child, the third lady who was famous in the capital of Nanyang Hou Mansion back then, who would have thought that it would be such an ending.

"That wine is the best crane top red in the palace, and if you drink it, you won't see any pain at all."

That wine, I don't know how many enemies I helped the queen send away, and today I will still help the eldest princess and send away her henchmen.

Gu Wanniang looked at the last round of bright moon in the sky, there had never been such a bright moon for a long time, the hazy moonlight shone on the ground, pulling out a long shadow.

"Isn't it going to be sunny?"

"Miss Gu is right, Qin Tianjian observed the celestial phenomena yesterday, and it is probably the same, and this spring day will really arrive from tomorrow."

"Mama, this wine is still very bitter."

Gu Wanniang continued to sit by the fire, the flame burned very brightly and warmly, Gu Wanniang had not been so warm for a long time.

The maids all withdrew, and Mama Zhang glanced at Gu Wanniang, closed the door, and whispered, "Girl, let's go." ”

The limbs slowly became heavy, and even if she took a step, she felt physically exhausted, and Gu Wanniang left all the strength in her body on her eyelids.

Keep your eyes open, your ears pricked up, and listen to the movement outside the door.

It's a long silence.

There was no sound except for the sound of water droplets falling on the ground and the sound of a beeping horn.

And that door was never opened.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, Gu Wanniang still can't wait.