Spring goes to autumn, the years are wandering away, and staying in this patrol city for a long time will really give the illusion that the years are quiet. The war on the frontier became more and more tense, but the people who patrolled the city did not know anything about it, and their lives were happy and rich.

One quiet night, Changjun sat quietly in the library and read, while Zhen'er fell asleep on her stomach. Looking at Zhen'er's sleeping face, Changjun unconsciously hooked the corners of his mouth, and he picked up the pen and quietly drew a few handfuls of mustache on her face. After painting, he realized that he was like a child doing such a thing, and he laughed at himself while exaggerating himself.

Zhen'er has been by Changjun's side for a long time, and she can't help but gossip. The servants in the house are all saying that Changjun wants to take Zhen'er as a concubine, but because he has not yet married the lady of the main house, it is inconvenient to take a concubine first. Zhen'er was simple-minded and didn't think too much. But when these words reached Changjun's ears, he felt very uncomfortable. Zhen'er's status in his heart is far more than just a concubine in the mouth of the world, but at the same time, Changjun is also inexplicably a little happy, and under the rumors, it seems that Zhen'er only belongs to him. It's just that if there must be rumors, he hopes that the rumors say that he wants to marry Zhen'er.

"Will you marry me?" When the words came out, Changjun's heart beat like thunder, and he suddenly realized that he had said something terrible. This kind of thing must not be said, Lang in the book has a concubine, a talented and beautiful woman, and a lifetime, it is impossible for it to happen to him and Zhen'er, to be precise, Changjun does not want to. He knew that Zhen'er valued love and righteousness, but the asymmetry of life only brought harm to those who remained. Therefore, he did not dare to ask for the pleasure of the two loves, but only hoped that the falling flowers were intentional, the flowing water was ruthless, and the wishful thinking was hidden.

Zhen'er was asleep, Changjun reached out and pinned the broken hair on her forehead behind her ear, he wanted to get closer to her, wanted to kiss her forehead, wanted to hug her into his arms. But his love has always been just to the point, subtle and forbearing.

There are arbors in the south, and there is no rest.

Han has a wandering girl, unthinkable.

Changjun sang quietly, no longer thinking about it.

The frost leaves are red one after another, the sky is high and cool, and the autumn clothes are thick. A big thing happened in Xun'an City - Master Wu died, died on a full moon night in autumn. According to the servants of the Wu Mansion, Master Wu's health has long been out of condition, and he has been hanging by the decoction. On the night of his death, it was Ah Jing who was serving, saying that when Ah Jing went to Master Wu's room with the decoction, he had already lost his breath, which frightened Ah Jinghua.

The Wu family held a grand funeral in Xun'an City, and the sound of gongs and drums lasted for nearly a month. All the dignitaries and nobles in the city participated, and Changjun, as the adopted son of the Lin family, also had to show up.

At the funeral, Changjun saw Ajing. Ah Jing, who was kneeling in front of Master Wu's coffin, cried so much that no one could help but feel pity when they saw it, although everyone knew that for the death of this tyrant, all the tears were just a play.

During the break of the funeral, out of friendship between the two families, Changjun went to find Ajing. Ah Jing, who was alone in the room, also took off her false mask, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and smiled to entertain Changjun, a guest.

"Master Wu has passed away, I don't know what Sister Liu's plans are in the future?"

Ah Jing smiled, "Madam is kind, most likely will let me go back to my parents' house." ”

"Does Uncle Liu know the news of Master Wu's death?"

Ah Jing shook her head, "For my father, the water spilled by his married daughter, he doesn't care about my life or death for a long time." When I returned to my parents' home, I could only hope for the protection of my brother and mother. ”

Changjun was unspeakably sad in his heart, Ah Jing took good care of him when he was a child, he thought that such a good woman would eventually marry her lover and have a happy life.

"Changjun doesn't have to be sad," Ah Jing saw Changjun's thoughts. "My parents have raised me for more than ten years, and when there are difficulties in the family, I should contribute, it was my own choice to marry Master Wu earlier, and now I have no debt to the Liu family. I have endured all the suffering, and I should only be blessed in the future. Besides......" Ah Jing smiled, with some expectations for the future. "My cousin is still waiting for me ......"

Changjun suddenly recalled that when he was playing in the Liu family as a child, Ajing's cousin always watched Ajing from a distance, when Changjun was still young and didn't think much about it, but now he suddenly realized, and couldn't help but sigh that this is a talented woman, a good couple.

"Changjun, I will leave Xun'an City in the near future. There are some things that must be confessed to you. Actually......"

"I already knew, I don't need to say more." Changjun replied.

He knew what Ah Jing wanted to say, but in fact, Ah Jing asked him to go up the mountain to find the glazed hairpin that day, not out of Master Wu's troubles, but Ah Jing's own plan. Ah Jing stayed in the Wu family for many years, and had long heard that the Wu family and the Luo family were not in harmony fifty years ago, and the heavenly punishment fifty years ago was all planned by the head of the Luo family, and then the Wu family retaliated against the Luo family. Changjun and Ajing have known each other since childhood, and as long as they investigate a little, they can know that Changjun is a descendant of the Luo family. Luo Yunsheng, the head of the Luo family back then, was the grandfather of Changjun. Master Wu is old and can't afford to toss for a long time, so when he sees Changjun and Zhen'er, he will be shocked and panicked.

Ah Jing didn't know where to learn about Zhen'er, so she thought of a way to let Changjun go up the mountain, if she was lucky, she could let Changjun and Zhen'er meet, and maybe she could give Master Wu a major blow. The facts are indeed as Ah Jing expected, after Master Wu met Changjun and Zhen'er in the teahouse that day, his physical condition took a sharp turn for the worse, and his life was short, and he could only rely on the decoction to maintain.

"It's just that I have a question, how did you know Zhen'er's identity?" Changjun asked.

"I have been married to the Wu family for many years, and I will go up the mountain every month to pray for blessings, and I noticed this little girl very early, and her appearance and temperament have not changed at all over the years. I remembered the punishment that everyone said fifty years ago, and after some investigation, only the fire could not be explained, so I began to suspect it. Ah Jing smiled lightly and lowered her head to drink tea, the tea passed through her throat, with bitterness.

She was also a simple and innocent woman in the boudoir, and she would roll up the bead curtain and peek at the wishful husband in her heart. If it weren't for reality, who would be willing to calculate and murder others? Master Wu's death was planned by her, and she was the last person to do something in Master Wu's decoction. Even if Changjun didn't come to Xun'an City, she would have exhausted her efforts to achieve her goal.

"Changjun, when did you know this?"

"When I found out that I was a descendant of the Luo family in Xun'an City, I knew it. And...... The Sister Liu I know will never give in to the destiny of heaven......"

When Changjun was five years old, Xunyang Li gentleman forcibly occupied a certain lady in the boudoir, and the matter was in an uproar, and the people in the city all felt sorry for this lady. Changjun remembered that Ah Jing said at that time: "If it happens to me in my life, I will not accept my fate, but I will not let that thief get his wish, and he will definitely make his family restless!" At that time, Changjun was quite shocked, but he didn't expect that Ajing, who had always been gentle and obedient, would say such "bold words".

"Changjun, isn't my current appearance ugly? If my cousin found out, would he hate me? ”

Dressed in white, Ah Jing has exquisite makeup, her face is a little haggard but also beautiful, but her eyes contain infinite resentment, she is no longer the simple-minded woman she was back then.

"No, Sister Liu is still as good-looking as she was back then, Zhen'er said that you are the best-looking person she has ever seen......"

"Hmmm......"

With indescribable emotions, Ah Jing burst into tears.

Changjun deceived Zhen'er, and Qian Xiu and his wife Shen Shijingwan did not enjoy their old age in peace. Qian Xiu died of illness early, and soon Shen hanged himself because he could not bear the death of his husband and the oppression of the Wu family. They left a son to be raised by the Shen family, which was Changjun's father.

Changjun had just returned from the Wu family, but he saw Zhen'er sitting alone in the corner, as if she was angry. When asked her what was wrong, she didn't speak, just pouted and glared at Changjun angrily. This situation lasted until the evening, Changjun had always been frank, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a little weak, wondering if he had snubbed Zhen'er there.

In the evening, he hurriedly went out to buy pastries and came back, no matter how much Zhen'er wanted to be angry with Changjun, she couldn't resist the temptation of pastries. She awkwardly reached out her little hand, picked up the pastry and nibbled on it in small bites.

"Is it delicious?" Changjun asked tentatively.

"Hmm." Zhen'er nodded.

"Not mad at me anymore?"

"It's still a little."

"Why are you angry with me?"

Zhen'er frowned, "Changjun, did you go to see Sister Jing this afternoon?" ”

"How do you know?"

"I saw it all, I turned into a little fox and sneaked into the Wu Mansion."

"I went to see Ajing, why are you angry?"

"I ......" Zhen'er was angry, but she couldn't say anything for a while, anxious and annoyed.

"Changjun, you can only be good to me alone...... No, no, no......" Zhen'er was incoherent. "You can be good to Sister Jing, you can be good to Uncle Lin, Aunt Lin, but you can only be the best for me. You can only buy hairpins and hairpin rings for me alone, and peach blossom cakes for me alone......" Zhen'er's voice became smaller and smaller, and she seemed to realize that her words were mixed with a different kind of emotion.

If it is said that she met Qianxiu, she understood what the world is and what family affection is. But the feeling of being with Changjun is different, in the afternoon she saw Changjun looking for Ajing, she was angry and sad, sour, very unpleasant, this feeling, she had never experienced before.

"Anyway, that's it." Zhen'er didn't dare to look at Changjun, she was afraid that as soon as she raised her head, she would find that her face would be so embarrassed that she couldn't look like it.

Changjun on the other side also deviated from Zhen'er's gaze, he unconsciously covered his face, but he felt that the temperature on his face was abnormally high, and the sound of his heartbeat was very loud, and he couldn't calm it down no matter what. It was clear that Zhen'er was complaining to herself, but she was overjoyed.

"I see."

Shaoqing, Changjun replied.

Outside, the moon climbed up the hillside, and a faint moon halo added a bit of haze to it. In the soft moonlight, this autumn night is quiet and warm. In the distance came the singing, singing:

The moon rises. Brilliant people.

Shu Jiao is entangled. Quietly tired.