Mama said and spoke, the old tears were rampant, and she turned around ruthlessly, not letting Yue Zhao estimate see her crying, Yue Zhao estimated that she had pestle, and still left. The guy passing by said, "Mama, why bother? It's not biological, what do you do to her with your heart and lungs? Look, people are now soaring, and they have lived a good life with rich and noble families, are you still a hunchbacked grandmother in this green pavilion? ”

The guy laughed dryly, and then walked away with the bucket.

Mama glanced at the well twice, just chuckled twice, the tenderness in her eyes could not be dissolved, and she had a satisfied smile on the corner of her mouth: "The girl is big, she has a family, my old bones are half a life duckweed, I can see that this poor girl has a home, and my heart is also at peace." ”

Mama talked to herself, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, laughed happily into the air twice, rolled up her sleeves and went to fetch water.

Under the big tree, Yue Zhao ran back in a hurry, and saw the beggar boy squinting, sitting under the tree and looking at her.

"Why is your face so white?" Yue Zhao was in a hurry, ran over quickly, pulled away the young man's clothes, and touched his hand to the back, "Is the scab broken?" Did it bleed? You okay? ”

The young man's dry lips split in a slight arc, and he whispered, "White face, what's the matter?" Do you want to raise me as a little white face? ”

"At this time, it's still a joke, you have a big heart...... Yue Zhao estimated that his two hands were unconsciously forced, grabbing the young man's uninjured shoulders, and his eyes locked on him.

"You care about me."

Yue Zhao was stunned.

"It's still to a person who meets in the water."

I couldn't hear the voice of emotion, the young man's voice was ruthlessly cold, and Yue Zhao estimated that he seemed to see the young man's face clearly. The noble and delicate facial features and the magnificent temperament are not what the guests she has seen in the Qingguan can have. Yue Zhao's hand holding the young man's shoulder unconsciously let go of the force, the young man had already gotten up, moved two steps to the side, carried Yue Zhao's back, took off his clothes as before, and pulled off his hair, revealing his bloodstained back.

"Or is it okay with strangers?"

Yue Zhao estimated that she didn't understand what the young man said, but she instinctively felt the stinging pain in her heart. She stood still.

"Take the medicine, don't say that I went for so long, and the medicine didn't come out."

"I haven't been there for long."

The young man's cold gaze, through the gap between a few wisps of green silk, shot towards Yue Zhao: "I remember, they called you before, Aunt Yue, right?" ”

The last few words are articulated and pronounced slowly, revealing undisguised ridicule.

"What's wrong with Auntie?" Yue Zhao asked uncertainly. But he saw that the man had turned his head away and was silent. Yue Zhao stepped forward, opened the medicine bottle, and smeared the medicine on the man little by little, while saying, "I don't know what your name is." ”

The man chuckled again, "Your aunt didn't teach you, do men and women kiss each other?" ”

Yue Zhao's drugged hand stiffened for a moment, "Hmm", she smiled, "I don't have a father and a mother, I grew up in the Qingguan." The men and servants who usually come and go, none of them have said anything evasive. ”

Hearing the woman say so calmly, the man was stunned for a while. "So you don't know what the Qingguan is."

Yue Zhao smiled: "You asked me to take medicine from Mama, I thought you knew me, so I said, you don't look like a guest in our Qingguan." ”

After taking the medicine, the man quickly put away his clothes as if he was angry, took two steps into the distance, and suddenly retreated, and said to Yue Zhao: "You really don't know what the Qingguan is?" ”

The man stared at Yue Zhaoxuan as he spoke. Yue Zhao was a little uncomfortable, and only said: "I grew up in the Qingguan, and the owner of the Qingguan took me in, how come I don't know what the Qingguan is?" ”

"It's also pitiful, fortunately you have an ugly face, and you weren't torn down the ditch by the Qingguan."

Ugly?

Yue Zhaoxuan had heard vague words representing this meaning on her many times, but it was the first time she had heard it so directly.

"Aunt Yue, I've heard of you before, the Qinglou woman who was accepted into the mansion of the eldest prince Xin, you have a great reputation."

Yue Zhao looked at the figure of the young man in the distance, and couldn't help but remember the attitude of those subordinates towards her when she first entered the Xin Mansion, and she seemed to understand something.

At night, Yue Zhaoxuan finally walked back to the Li Mansion, she knocked on the door, and the person guarding the door opened it for her, and scolded in her mouth: "Why did you come back so late?" Aunt Zhang, they're back early—forget it, I don't expect you to be in line anyway, come in. ”

"Oh."

Yue Zhao walked quickly into the door, but was attracted by the misty lights in the night. The subordinate behind said: "Don't look at it, go back to your yard, that's the guiding light for the master to go to Aunt Ji." ”

"Oh."

Yue Zhao lowered his head and hurriedly ran back to the path. At night, in her mind, she was young and contemptuous to say the words "Aunt Yue", and for a while, the person who opened the door said the words "Master" and "Aunt Ji".

The old man is the father of the eldest son.

I heard that the eldest son of Xin is the only son of the main room, the main room died a few years ago, Xin Gongzi is strong, and he refuses to marry his father, and his father is also afraid of making big family troubles, so he simply accepts a few aunts. Because of this, Xin Gongzi hated the concubine like "Mrs. Aunt" to death. Therefore, anyone who knows about Xin Mansion doesn't know how shocked they are when they hear that Xin Gongzi has not yet married a concubine. I just think that this young man is idle, isn't this a slap in the face?

Yue Zhao estimated that the night breeze was blowing at the door of the house, the door in her yard was closed, and the people in her yard had gone to sleep, and she sat alone on the doorrail, staring at the branches of the jujube trees in the courtyard in the dim moonlight in the dark night.

What was she thinking? Thinking a lot, from birth to the present, she seems to have never been so lost.

In a daze, he followed the eldest prince back to his home, and he had been a wine pouring maid in the Qingguan for so many years.

The teenager ...... I don't know if I'll see you again? It was the first time she had been so close to a man, the first time she had touched a man's skin. The teenager ...... Hurt so badly......

The heart suddenly fell to a deep valley - hurt! How did that wound come about? How could someone have such a serious injury to the back of the heart? Even the big man she has seen in the town in the Qingguan has never seen such a wound when he was drunk and crazy by the guests, beaten with sticks by the government, beaten to death, and injured for half his life......

I heard Mama once say...... There are a lot of things going on in the capital, and I'm afraid it's going to be stormy......

The boy's wounds...... When she was taking the medicine, her fingers felt the shape of the scar, which was vaguely dug out by something like a knife or arrowhead.

Yue Zhao suddenly felt very cold, very cold. What kind of person will the boy be? Is he really a beggar? She saved that kind of mysterious person, will there be any trouble?

She couldn't help but clench her hands, cold sweat oozing from her palms, and she rubbed against the dusty, abrasion-stained wood on the threshold.

She suppressed her panic, hurried back to the house, tucked the door, unfolded the quilt and lay down. In the dream, she was dazed, she couldn't sleep well, her heart kept beating, and she was touched by something bad for the first time. She was afraid of being wanted by the government, she was afraid of being taken as an accomplice of the beggar.

She couldn't sleep, and several times she woke up from her light sleep, so she simply got out of bed, walked barefoot to the window, propped up the tightly covered wooden window, rested her hand on her chin, supported the window edge with her elbow, and looked at the moon outside.

The moon is so big, is there really an immortal on the moon? Mama would occasionally tell her stories, and Mama believed in Buddhism and would kowtow to the Buddha statue in the hut every night and chant sutras. Mama said, we are all sinful people, and walking in the world is atonement.

Shifeng once asked Mama, why do we want to atone for our sins? Atonement for what sins?

Mama said that being born in the Qingguan is a sin.

Mama said that she was also born in the Qingguan.

"Hmm, Mama is also like me, did she grow up in the Qingguan?" Yue Zhao blinked her eyes, looking at the moon, she always felt that the moon was moving, following her eyes to turn, wherever she looked, the moon moved.

The cicadas chirp at night, the crickets are quiet, and the loneliness of the night is accompanied by the fragrance of rain and dew, which is also soothing. Yue Zhao felt a little cold, and she suddenly thought of Mama, did Mama's leg disease happen again?

In the past, she had nightmares, and she couldn't sleep peacefully when she woke up at night, no matter how late it was, no matter how well she slept and how loud her snoring, she would take the trouble to open the door for her, and smile from the bottom of her heart to bring her hot water and lead her in. Unlike the old bustard Sister Zhao, she couldn't sleep at the slightest movement and woke up in the middle of the night, always having a burst of anger, and her temper was bigger than the most faceful Oiran in the building.

Sister Zhao's age is about enough to be the daughter of her grandmother, but the people in the building respectfully call the old bustard "Sister Zhao", just because her surname is Zhao, and if she mixes rice in the Qingguan, who doesn't rely on Sister Zhao to make a salary?

Yue Zhao suddenly wanted to say a few words to Mama.

I don't know how long the cold wind blew in front of the window. It wasn't until she was so stunned that her hands and feet were sore, and her brain seemed to be filled with cold wind into it, that she suddenly stirred up and slowed down a few beats before coming back to her senses. Stunned, he closed the window where the cold wind kept coming in.

Suddenly, a large hand rested on the crack in the window that was about to close, and struggled with the wooden window that was about to be knocked down. Yue Zhao estimated that the window could not be closed, because there was no light in the house, she was wondering if the branch of the jujube tree in front of the door had fallen and stuck the window, and she reached out to push it, and vaguely touched a warm and smooth hand.

"Ahh

She jerked her fingers back, stumbled back to the table, and after several taps of flint, she finally got her hands on the candlestick and lit the lamp.

The dim light illuminated the window, which had been re-propped up by the people outside.

Yue Zhao saw a handsome face, eyes like obsidian, staring at her.

"Childe?"

"Hmm."

The two of them clubbed like this, Yue Zhao stood fixedly, the man blinked, his hands supported the edge of the window, and he said, "Don't open the door and invite me in?" ”

"Oh, okay, here we go."

Yue Zhaowei hurriedly ran to open the door, and the door opened with a "squeak", and the man stumbled in, unceremoniously treating Yue Zhaowei as a walking pillar, and put one hand on Yue Zhaowei's shoulder, and most of the weight of his body was lifted.

Yue Zhao estimated that she was a little unsteady at first, and when she found a balance, she skillfully closed the door with one hand, and then helped the man to sit down at the table with both hands. He said, "Childe, please sit down, I'll pour a cup of tea to sober up." ”