Qiao Mei wanted to talk to the Zhou family, but when she walked to the hand-copying corridor, she thought about Qiao Meng in her heart, so she picked up a red and gold lacquer bench and sat down, tilting her head and wandering.

Bai Qing and the two little girls stood quietly by the side and waited.

I still remember that when she was not out of the cabinet, although the sisters were not very close, they always talked and laughed. And although Qiao Hui is out of the house, because there are only a few girls in the house, they also have fun at that time, regardless of the concubine.

And Qiao Mei in her previous life didn't have any mustard for Qiao Hui, and she didn't care how Zhou said to her, "Don't get too close to the three girls......"

Qiao Mei thought about it carefully, and felt that the events of his previous life were looked at again and again, as if most of his life had passed.

"Four girls." A crisp voice called to her.

Qiao Mei looked up, and saw that she was a little girl with white face and red lips, wearing an emerald green flower gown and thin skirt, looking younger than Qiao Mei, about eleven or twelve years old.

Qiao Mei looked at her a little familiar, and asked, "Are you the girl in my mother's room?" ”

The little girl smiled and replied: "Exactly, the slave maid Qingyun was sent to Qingping Courtyard to serve the eldest lady recently, and the lady asked the slave maid to invite the girl to drink tea in the courtyard." ”

Qiao Mei sighed with difficulty, and while she was thinking about what she was going to say later, she said to Qingyun again: "Then let's go." ”

Before he reached Qingping Courtyard, the rain began to fall halfway, and then it suddenly turned to a downpour, and Qiao Mei had to hide under the eaves of the nearest house.

The rain pits splashed by the raindrops were deep and shallow, and the cool breeze wrapped in cold whistled and blew, blowing the flowers on the side to bend their waists, as if they had returned to the rainy season of early spring in an instant.

He said, "Girl, go get an umbrella." ”

Qiao Mei shook his head, and stretched out his hand to push open the brown and green door stained with ash in front of him, "Where can such a heavy rain come out." ”

With a "creak-" sound, the door that had not been opened for several years slowly opened with a heavy rolling sound.

Qiao Mei pinched the ash on her fingertips, looking at this place with some surprise, she had never been here in her previous life.

"Four girls...... Here, I'm afraid you can't enter. Qingyun hesitated behind her for a moment before speaking.

Qiao Mei had already stepped in, she looked back at Qingyun, "Why?" ”

Qingyun's face showed embarrassment, she was the son of the house, and Mama Li, who was next to Mrs. Qiao, was her aunt. So, she once heard what happened back then......

Seeing that she had been silent for a long time, she said, "The girl told you to say it, you just said it, why hide it?" ”

Qingyun said: "Sister, don't worry, after you hear it, girl, don't talk to others again," she paused again, "Especially don't mention it in front of the old lady." ”

Qiao frowned, "Naturally." ”

"This has to start from decades ago......

The protagonist in the story is not anyone in the current Jingguo Mansion, he is the youngest son of Mrs. Qiao, named Qiao Qingfeng.

If you want to let the characters of the same generation in the capital mention this name again, you must only have "fresh clothes and angry horses, and the young man is amazing" to describe it.

But this kind of amazement is not to learn from the wanton behavior of those children of the family who play horses and parade on the streets, and their fresh clothes are arrogant.

As a teenager, his brother and brother are still studying and practicing martial arts in a regular manner, and he is arrogant and will be full of enthusiasm to the ocean.

The shakya fruit, artichoke, avocado, cassava he brought back...... All of them opened the eyes of the people of Nanqi and made them feel very novel. Not to mention those crops that have greatly increased grain production, which have solved the food problems in many places in Nanqi......

At that time, there was the eldest daughter of the queen in the palace, and the enviable young son outside the palace, and the word Jingguo Mansion was synonymous with power......

Qiao Mei looked at everything in the courtyard, the large flower pot of the water tank stood in the middle of the courtyard, the flowers and plants planted in it had long since turned into soil, and a oriental cypress was planted along the wall on the right, and the tall branches snaked up, but the green between the branches did not change.

Although the carvings everywhere are old, they are all fine.

On the left is the verandah, under which are placed several exquisite clay pots and pots, the ash on which is washed away by the rain from the eaves, splashing on the bone china plate surface and falling the sound of tinkling music.

Qiao Mei walked along the corridor, listening to this different music, she curled the corners of her lips, "Fourth Uncle is really a strange person. ”

Qingyun followed behind her and said, "Although the slave maid has never seen the fourth master, I know from my grandmother's mouth that he is indeed very powerful!" ”

"Just ......"

It's just that in the end, a handful of loess sank to the bottom of the sea, causing countless people to cry out.

On the day Joe walked away in the breeze, he was the same as he usually crossed the ocean, he stood on the dock and smiled like a child, and no one noticed that there was calm and determination in his smiling eyes......

He didn't want to live anymore......

A few decades ago, there was a rouge alley in the capital, where there was a rouge building, the building was full of prostitutes who played piano and dance, and the water for the women to wash their faces was poured out to collect a stream of fat powder in the ditch, hence the name of this alley.

There is a woman in the building called the matchmaker, once a listening dance is famous in Kyoto, and the rouge building has been named since then.

And what I want to say is the origin of Qiao Qingfeng and the matchmaker.

At that time, Mrs. Qiao was still in reverie that her young son could marry the official lady, but Qiao Qingfeng was no longer married to her......

Later,

Afterward?

There is no more rouge building in the capital, and the fat powder in the rouge alley gradually dissipated, and gradually grew moss, and gradually ......

The events of many years ago were sealed in the dust, and all the memories of Qiao Qingfeng were taken away......

At this point, Qingyun didn't say anything anyway, only shook his head and said: "The next thing can be regarded as a thorn in the old lady's heart, and I don't know exactly how to be a slave......

Qiao Mei nodded in understanding, and then walked to the front, it was the main hall of the courtyard, the door was closed tightly, and the lock was also dropped.

She took two more steps back and looked up, but the plaque on it had long been removed and was empty.

"Girl, the rain has stopped." Bai Qing opened his mouth to remind her.

Sure enough, the wind outside had stopped, and the rain had stopped, only the eaves were still rolling rain drops from time to time, and some fell on the porcelain plates, making a knocking sound.

Qiao Mei looked at the thin sun that was gradually rising behind the clouds, lifted the hem of her skirt, and said, "Let's go." ”

The gate in the courtyard was closed again.

Gently,

Click.