There is a poem that says:

Marriage is determined by heaven, and what wants to be strong.

The world is turning clouds and rains, and good relationships are difficult to chase in ancient and modern times.

Zhao Zhengchun sat in a sedan chair and returned home, lifted the curtain to look at the world, a big snow, such as a feather floating around the white, inadvertently saw the embroidery girl Xiao Yuan hurriedly walking in the garden, from time to time brushed off the wet stains on the shoulders.

He motioned to get off the sedan chair, took the green silk oil umbrella from the hand of the attendant, and followed closely.

When Xiao Yuan went out, the weather was just gloomy, and he didn't think about crossing a street, and snow fell in the air.

Suddenly feeling that there was a shadow on her head, she raised her eyes, and at some point, Zhao Shangshu, who was dressed in a scarlet official robe, walked beside her with an umbrella.

"Lord Zhao." She paused.

"Let's go!" Zhao Zhengchun said gently: "I just have nothing to do, and I will give you a ride to avoid the wind and snow." ”

Xiao Yuan has been thanked, always a little restrained, pursed her lips and said nothing, only tightened the handkerchief to speed up her feet, walking faster and faster, how to think that the sole of her shoes slipped and almost fell, Zhao Zhengchun quickly held her arm with a clear hand, and joked with a smile: "What are you afraid of, I don't eat people." ”

"I wasn't afraid." Xiao Iris's cheeks flushed, like two peach blossoms on her face.

Zhao Zhengchun felt that she was ten points more beautiful than when she first met. Ask casually: "Where did you come from to fight Jiangnan?" My siblings are all supported by you, how do you make a living? ”

Xiao Yuan replied: "I originally lived in Fuchun Town, Jiangnan, and opened a teahouse there, mainly selling tea to make a living. ”

"Fuchun Town?" Zhao Zhengchun felt that this good student was familiar, and thought for a while: "Can you recognize Shen Qishan?" ”

Xiao Yuan's back was cold, and he pretended to be calm: "Why did Lord Zhao come here to ask?" ”

Zhao Zhengchun glanced at her, turned the umbrella over, and said with a smile: "The emperor wants to marry his sister, I must always inquire about him clearly, otherwise I will miss my sister for life." ”

Xiao Yuan secretly thought that he was a lover, so he said: "General Shen's ancestral residence is in Fuchun Town, and I have seen it a few times by chance, but I am only familiar with it. ”

Zhao Zhengchun bowed her head, she was a young woman who showed up in order to get by, and she was a little beautiful, it was not easy to survive, she had some admiration in her heart, and she wanted to ask something, but she had already arrived in front of the flower hall.

Xiao Yuan said goodbye to him and went straight to the room.

Zhao Zhengchun stood slightly with an umbrella, half of the snow on his shoulders had melted, and he left.

Xiao Yuan entered the room, went to the cubicle to wash her hands first, and heard the two girls muttering, only one of them said: "Miss, I'm afraid this marriage will not happen!" ”

Another asked, "How could it be?" Didn't you say that the emperor wanted to refer to marriage? ”

Listening to the previous one: "The eldest lord seems to have declined politely about the marriage, disliking the third master of the Shen family for too many concubines, and I am afraid that in the future, I will like the new and hate the old, but favor one over the other, and snub the young lady." ”

I heard again: "Our young lady is from a scholarly family, and the third master of the Shen family, a rude general, is not worthy." ”

The voices of the two became farther and farther apart, Xiao Yuan took a handkerchief and wiped her hands slowly, she remembered that in her previous life, the emperor still proposed marriage for him (her), but later Shen Qishan risked the death penalty and did not marry.

She was his fourth concubine at that time, and her heart was like water for him.

Yan Indixia opened her eyes.

The room was very warm, and he heard Xiao Rong grinning, and looked at the sound, and the iron stove was burning in the middle of the ground, and red-hot coals were leaking from it.

Xiao Yun was pulling out two roasted sweet potatoes from the mouth of the stove with a small shovel, picking one and beating it a few times, removing the charcoal ash to dissipate heat, and then picking it up and peeling off the charred black skin, a wisp of white smoke dispersed, and the room was full of a sweet smell.

Xiao Yan took a bite, and the tip of his tongue was numb.

Sister Rong stroked his shoulder, stared at it with a mistake, and smacked her lips.

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