The blue and white parrot peony stove is light and smoky, full of fragrant fragrance and fragrant mist, like a fairyland.

In the fairyland, there is a beautiful woman, dressed in a delicate pale dress, with a little powder. The beauty put down the pen in her hand, picked up the pastel tea cup in her hand, took a sip, the tea soup was slightly hot, and the heat was thick, setting off the beauty more extraordinary.

"Miss, do you think this plum blossom is beautiful?" The maidservant walked in with a handful of white plums in her arms and brought in a burst of cold incense.

"Hey, didn't you say that Yanbei wouldn't be able to see plum blossoms bloom until spring? Where did you find this flower? ”

Although plum blossoms are the most cold-tolerant among the hundred flowers, they can only bloom when they come to the bitter cold land of Yanbei, and they can only bloom when they warm up in spring.

The maidservant smiled sweetly: "Gongzi Jiao said that it was folded from the Yanbei Palace, and only the gardeners of the palace in Yanbei can make the plum blossoms bloom in the wax moon." ”

"Jiao Gongzi?" The surprise in the beauty's eyes faded instantly, and she was really annoyed by this disciple.

"This is a poem that Jiao Gongzi wrote for you, one every day." The maidservant said.

The poem was written on delicate flower paper, with a faint fragrance of plum on it.

The beauty took one look at it, and threw the flower note with the poem on it into the brazier.

She doesn't know poetry.

Although I have been studying hard for the past two years, I still can't write a poem.

Some things are not hard work, but also talent, just like she does needlework, Huang Shi will pull her at her fingertips a little, and the blue is better than the blue.

But to be the daughter of the Shen family, you must understand poetry and songs.

Shen Tong doesn't know this, the Huang family deliberately refuses to teach, and she, who grew up in a small mountain village since she was a child, has no one to teach.

Xinyu sighed and looked out the window, the window was closed, but she saw the bottle of newly inserted white plum.

"Take this out and throw it away." Xinyu said unhappily. She had already shown that she did not like the plum blossom, and the maidservant still put the plum blossom where she could see it at a glance.

The maidservant smiled slightly: "Miss, you have to learn to turn a blind eye, whether you like it or not, you have to learn." ”

The displeasure on Xinyu's face gradually faded, she laughed, got up and walked to the bottle of plum blossoms, and raised her hand to pull out a branch.

The plum branch is a ruler long, and the end is cut into a beveled mouth that makes it easy to absorb water.

Xinyu looked at the slanted incision, lifted the plum branch, and stabbed it towards the maidservant.

The maid stood still, the plum branch slid out against her cheek, and she looked at Xinyu with a smile on her lips.

Xinyu threw the plum branch on the ground with hatred, and said coldly: "I hate people like you who are low-minded. ”

Although she hated it, she still didn't stab the servant girl in the face.

It's not that she can't bear it, but ...... Can't.

The servant girl chuckled softly, and turned to walk out.

"Yiqi, where are you going?" There was a hint of uneasiness in Xinyu's voice.

Yi Qitou didn't reply, but said coldly: "Don't worry, I won't complain, I'm not available!" ”

The carved wooden door closed again, leaving only a room of plum fragrance.

Xinyu tore with her hands, and the petals spilled on the ground, and suddenly, her gaze fell on her hands, and then, on her feet.

The jade fingers are like green onions, and the embroidered shoes on the feet are exquisitely embroidered.

Xinyu wanted to hide her hands and feet.

She doesn't have the blood of the Red Serpent!

She wouldn't have the blood of the Red Serpent!

When she was in Xi'an, she tried it with cinnabar herself, and at that time she thought that her method was wrong.

But later, in front of Tu Wei, she tried three more times, and it was true, she didn't!

If she had the blood of the Red Snake, how could a dead soldier like Yiqi who could only sell his life dare to speak disrespectfully to her?

The resentment in her heart gathered more and more, and Xinyu pushed the door and walked out.

She took the key from her purse and opened the locked door.

Inside the door, Huang sat in front of the loom, his eyes glazed.

The sound of the door opening didn't catch Huang's attention, and she still sat there, staring blankly ahead.

"A-Niang, I'm coming to see you again."

The girl's voice was as pleasant as a silver bell, and her posture was as graceful as a butterfly, the butterfly flew to Huang's side and gently massaged her shoulders: "Auntie, I heard that you haven't eaten today, so what can you do, you haven't eaten for three days, and your body will not be able to support it." ”

The slender jade hand pressed against Huang's thin shoulder, and the already slender woman was already skinny.

Xin Yu pressed it a few times, then shook her hand, her fingers were painful from Huang's bones.

Huang didn't speak, still looking ahead.

Xinyu sighed, leaned into her ear, and the sweet voice sounded again: "Auntie, do you regret driving away Shen Tong, but it's useless for you to regret it, Shen Tong hates you to death." ”

Huang Shihui turned his head and stared at Xinyu.

Xinyu was startled by her sudden movements, and the woman's eyes were like dead fish, and her eyes were motionless.

"Tongtong, A-Niang, please give me back Langyue."

Xinyu chuckled: "Auntie, my name is Xinyu, I used to hate the name death, but now I think it sounds good." I don't want to be called Tongtong anymore, so don't call me in the future. ”

"Tongtong, please, give me back Langyue." Huang didn't seem to hear her words, and repeated dumbfoundedly.

Xin Wei felt irritated for a while, and she didn't know what was going on, in the past few days, every time she saw Huang, Huang had to call her Tongtong.

In the past, the Huang family called her Ayu.

Could it be that to this day, she still has no sense of existence?

Shen Tong is Lang Yue's stand-in, and she is Shen Tong's stand-in.

A stand-in without any presence.

Xin Wei grabbed Huang's hair and dragged her down from the chair, Huang had not eaten for three or four days, her body was weak, and Xin Wei pushed her to the ground with a little force.

Huang didn't try to stand up, she lay on the ground, motionless.

Xinyu was startled, and hurriedly leaned over to try her snort, and Huang suddenly grabbed her hand: "Tongtong, give me back Langyue!" ”

Xin Wei was chilled, she struggled to break free of Huang's hand, and ran quickly towards the door.

The door was locked again, and Xinyu leaned against it and let out a long breath.

Huang is crazy.

Is it really crazy or fake crazy?

"Miss, so you're here."

Coming in front of her was Yiqi, and there was a servant girl by her side, of course, who was also a dead soldier, named Yiba.

Xinyu took another deep breath to calm herself completely.

She said lightly: "A-Niang refuses to eat, you go and feed her, I don't want to see her dying of hunger." ”

"Yes." The two maidservants agreed.

Xinyu nodded with satisfaction, wrapped her fur tightly on her body, and walked towards her room.

A moment later. The woman's hysterical screams rang out from the closed door, but soon the screams ceased, and the courtyard was silent again, and the creeping snowflakes fell silently on the eaves, and it snowed again.