"Girl, you have to think carefully, aren't there a few princesses in the palace who have not yet married? Why can't it be their turn, but the girl has to make a sacrifice! ”

"This ......" Yirong was ashamed, since last night, she had been thinking that she was going to marry Lou Zhan, but she didn't pay attention to other things.

"Girl, the slave always thinks, thinks...... There must be a big secret here......."

"Miss, Miss!"

The nurse wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the two little maids who came in, Ying'er and Yan'er, and the two of them jumped and jumped in with two small buckets, and their faces were full of joy.

was interrupted at the critical moment, and the nurse suddenly became angry: "You two, you guys are laughing all day long, don't do business, where are you going crazy?" What does it look like! ”

The two little maids immediately stood up, hanging their heads and waiting to be scolded.

Seeing this, the nurse didn't have the heart to scold, and sighed: "That's it, you are not sensible, it's me who is too strict with you as a nurse, where do you know anything." ”

The two little maids looked at each other, for some reason, they originally came from outside all the way into the house, and they heard people say that the emperor had given his young lady a marriage, and the male convenience was the famous Lou Zhan, they were naturally happy, and they could let Lou Zhan be a husband to the young lady, so in the future, they could also see a hero like General Lou Zhan every day. But at this time, the nurse doesn't know why she is angry with them, which makes people a little confused, according to the appearance of the nurse, Miss Fei doesn't like it either?

The two little maids were very clever, and they hurriedly ran behind the nurse, and one of them pinched her shoulders and beat her back, and the nurse got flattery, and most of her anger disappeared.

Yirong was thoughtful because of the nurse's words, and as for the big secret that the nurse said, she couldn't figure it out, and her heart was like a big stone stuffed, and she was bored and panicked.

The nurse saw that her girl was sad and frowned, and she couldn't bear it in her heart, and finally made a holy decree, and she couldn't regret the marriage of heaven, so she was relieved: "Girl, you don't have to worry, there is a master and a young master in the horizontal vertical, no one in our family can bully you, it is the slave and maid who talk too much to make you unhappy, although the uncle is not from a good background, but after all, he is already the uncle of the Taishi Mansion, and in the future, the husband and wife need to be harmonious, Qin Se and Ming." ”

Yirong has a soft temperament, and when she heard this, her heart also relaxed, and said, "Yirong remembers." He said that he was tired, and went up to the attic and sat at the desk and thought alone.

The nurse's words lingered in her ears repeatedly, making her heart more and more heavy, but she couldn't help but think of Lou Zhan's appearance, although she had not seen the other party's demeanor with her own eyes, Yirong was able to describe Lou Zhan's appearance only by relying on the rumors heard from the mouth of the little maid, and couldn't help but hold the pen in her hand, spread out the scroll, and sketched the appearance of a young man, put down the pen to take a closer look, the person on the drawing paper had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the corners of the lips were smiling, standing under the plane tree in front of the attic with his hands, and his clothes fluttered in the wind, like a fairy.

Yirong looked at it, then blushed, closed her eyes and didn't look at the person on the painting, she didn't want that person but it was already deeply engraved in her mind, it was him when she closed her eyes, and it was him when she opened her eyes, standing under the plane tree and laughing, as if she was looking at her, but not like she was looking at her, warm as jade, but indifferent and distant.

Yirong was stunned, forgetting her shyness, her white fingertips gently touched the face of the person in the painting, rubbed the paper repeatedly, touched his eyebrows, stared into his eyes, and his face unconsciously became hot again......

When I came back to my senses, I was surprised to find that I was so obsessed with a man I had never met, and I couldn't help but feel ashamed and annoyed in my heart, and hurriedly put away the painting, but I sighed in my heart, thinking, what kind of person is that person......

Suddenly, Yirong thought of the nurse's words again, and her father's expression of always wanting to say something, they seemed to have a lot of things to say to her, but the kind of cautious look that wanted to say something made her feel like fragile glass.

The emperor authorized him to come to the Taishi's Mansion and enter the ...... Thinking of this, Yirong frowned, she naturally knew that the man entered the woman's house, and from then on the food and clothing depended on the woman's family. But he, Lou Zhan, is going to enter the Taishi Mansion because of a holy decree, does he feel very disgraceful on his face?

Will he dislike himself because of this? Will they be as the nurse said? Still is...... What will happen?

Yirong's eyebrows were knotted and had not been untied for a long time.

The cool autumn is over, and the winter is coming.

These days, Yirong has been in a trance all day long because of her heart, but in front of outsiders, she tried her best to make a happy look, afraid that her face would be looked at by someone who cares, and she would talk a lot outside.

After a long time, Yirong gradually lost weight, and she didn't think about tea and dinner every day, but only took out the painting to look at it carefully when no one was around, so as to comfort the pain of lovesickness.

In the afternoon of the beginning of winter, the north wind howled, piercing people's bones and cold, and the sky was so gloomy that it seemed that raindrops were about to fall at any time, and the people could only hide in the house.

In the middle of the night, rain fell from the sky until evening, and the sky was dark and difficult to discern.

The nurse lit a fire in the attic, the main entrance, corner door, and side door of the flower hall were all tightly closed, and the two little maids and the two mothers-in-law made fire around the stove and talked with the nurse.

Yirong carried a brazier by herself, went upstairs to the bedroom, and hugged the quilt to keep warm. She has a cold physique, and she has a problem with children, and every time it is cold and freezing, she will inevitably be tortured, even if she has a brazier, she still hides in the brocade quilt, and her thin body trembles, and her upper and lower teeth are fighting.

The nurse saw that Yirong was only holding a brazier, so she ordered the little maid Ying'er to carry it up again. Ying'er saw Yirong huddled in the quilt and shivering, so she hurriedly took out a new quilt from the box containing the quilt and added it to her; Then I saw that the window was half open, and the north wind was blowing in, and I was busy shutting it tightly.

"Girl, it's different now, don't spoil your body."

Yirong grabbed her teeth and fought, and reluctantly said, "I know, you go down, I'm better." ”

After Ying'er finished speaking, she went out and closed the door.

The room gradually warmed up, Yirong got up, looked out the door, and saw that the little maid had gone down, so she took out the scroll from the mezzanine under the desk and unfolded it to watch.

The person in the painting is smiling gently, the demeanor of that body is admirable, there is an indescribable handsomeness in it, if outsiders look at it, they must think that this person is an elegant and graceful talent, not a battle-hardened general.

However, in Yirong's opinion, Lou Zhan is such an elegant person, and after hearing the talk in the streets and alleys for a long time, she has already described the general appearance of Lou Zhan in her heart.

is such a person that makes her haunted by her dreams.

The warmth in the room became stronger and stronger, and Yirong felt that it was too stuffy, so she opened the window a little halfway. As soon as the window opened, the cold wind outside roared and broke in, and Yirong bumped into a gust of wind head-on, and the cold wind poured straight into her from her head and face to her neck, from the wide cuffs to her armpits, and poured Yirong into her heart and shivered violently.

Yirong was caught off guard and wanted to close the window, but because the wind was too strong, she couldn't make it hard, and finally waited for the wind to stop for a while, Yirong was already shivering from the cold, her hair was blown by the strong wind, and her hands and feet were even colder. Hurriedly closing the window again, Yirong trembled and climbed onto the shelf bed.

There was a sound of footsteps below, and it was the nurse who heard the movement and came up with the maid.

Yirong caught a glimpse of the painting spread out on the desk, but half of it was hung on the edge of the table by the cold wind, so she was so anxious that she got up again and hid the painting and herself under the brocade quilt.

When the nurse pushed open the door, she saw Yirong's whole person curled up in the quilt, revealing only a pair of eyes.