Shang Zhaoyi was helped into the carriage by Si'er and sat down, she dragged her chin and looked at her carriage, a trace of mockery flashed in her eyes, she lowered her head and muttered: "Finally, is it that even the carriage is not given to the concubine on such an occasion?" Her voice was not as gentle as water before, but still had a hint of coldness.

Shang Zhaoyi slowly closed her eyes, and scenes about her mother appeared in front of her eyes.

It was a winter three years ago, when Shang Zhaoyi was still a lawless girl, she remembered that in the winter of that year, the snow was particularly heavy, she came back from the temple fair, and took the hot osmanthus cake to her mother, she carefully covered it along the way, for fear that the osmanthus cake would be cold.

However, the moment she entered the door, she received the bad news that her mother was dying, and she ran to the house in a hurry, looking at her mother who was lying on the bed and smiling at her, she somehow her heart trembled.

"Zhaoyi, are you back? What's in the fair? Did Daddy come with you? The person on the bed was as pale as paper, but her smile was very soft.

"Mother, you don't know, there are a lot of people at the temple fair today! I also bought you your favorite osmanthus cake, which you can see is still hot. Shang Zhaoyi's small hands took out the osmanthus cake from his arms, and his eyes stared at his mother excitedly, with a bright girl's smile on his face.

"Zhaoyi...... Mother hopes that you can live a good life, instead of being like Mother, marrying an unreliable person, and I have never been happy in this life, but, Zhaoyi, you are the daughter of the General's Mansion, you are destined to carry some things, in the final analysis, it is not right for your mother, if you were born in an ordinary family...... How nice it should be. The woman on the bed couldn't help but burst into tears when she looked at Shang Zhaoyi with a simple face.

Shang Zhaoyi looked at his mother's face, pinched the osmanthus cake in his hand, and said in a relaxed and happy tone: "Mother, do you know? Today I saw Nan Nan, she told me that she was going to a far, far away place, she came to say goodbye to me today, and asked me to say hello ......"

The person on the bed looked at Shang Zhaoyi with complicated eyes, her eyes were distressed, she raised a pair of weak hands and stroked Shang Zhaoyi, who was smiling on the side: "Zhaoyi, if you don't want to stay here, then you go to your uncle, your uncle will like you very much......"

Shang Zhaoyi put down the osmanthus cake, her eyes looked at her mother's pale cheeks, just nodded slightly, and did not speak again.

"I know...... My Zhaoyi is a very smart girl...... Mother...... Love you......" After the person on the bed finished speaking, he lost his breath, and Shang Zhaoyi's smile condensed on his face.

"Miss! Miss! We're here. Outside the carriage, Si'er's voice came in, disrupting Shang Zhaoyi's thoughts, her originally cold face, with a decent smile again, she opened the horse curtain, took Si'er's hand, and got out of the carriage.

Shang Zhaoyi looked at the high mountain towering into the clouds, her eyebrows jumped slightly, she looked at Shang Huatong who was standing in front, Shang Huatong's eyes just fell on her, and the two of them smiled at each other tacitly.

"Miss, stay safe." Si'er lowered her head, approached Shang Zhaoyi, and said in a low voice.

"I know." Shang Zhaoyi still looked light, as if nothing had anything to do with her, but a different look appeared in her eyes, it was a faint killing intent, but her eyes did not fall on anyone.

"Si'er, when you get to the top, you listen to my command, don't run around, anyone calls you, you have to give me a resistance, if you can't, don't go up." Shang Zhaoyi suddenly turned his head and looked at Si'er with a serious face.

Si'er looked at the seriousness in Shang Zhaoyi's eyes, and she nodded slightly: "The slave knows." ”

"Let's go!" The man in front shouted, and this large group of people began to climb the mountain, and when Shang Zhaoyi was about to leave, he saw Shang Huatong coming towards him: "Sister, the distance is far away, don't you mind if your sister and sister climb this mountain together?" ”

Shang Zhaoyi smiled and said pleasantly: "How come, my sister is just boring, this time, you don't have to be afraid of boredom on the way with a companion, I thank my sister It's too late, why should you mind?" ”

When Shang Huatong heard this, he immediately grabbed Shang Zhaoyi's arm and smiled very happily: "Sister doesn't mind." ”

Shang Zhaoyi looked at Shang Huatong and smiled, but he was very disdainful of Shang Huatong in his heart, for the position of a concubine, and now he came to please a person he didn't like.

"Sister, I heard that there is a bamboo forest behind this Chengshan Temple, and the scenery is beautiful. Sister, will you accompany me then? Shang Huatong, who was climbing the mountain, said suddenly.

Shang Zhaoyi didn't reply, just looked at Shang Zhaotong with a faint smile, Shang Huatong looked at Shang Zhaoyi's eyes, and unconsciously felt a trace of killing intent in her heart, but she didn't take it seriously, and coquettishly said to Shang Zhaoyi again: "Sister~ You go with me, okay?" ”

"Okay." This time, Shang Zhaoyi did not refuse, and responded directly and very happily.

Shang Huatong got the answer she wanted, but she still didn't let go of Shang Zhaoyi's arm, she instead sat down on the ground and began to rub her legs.

"Oops! Second Miss, what's wrong with you? When a mother-in-law saw Shang Huatong sitting on the steps, she immediately shouted, and the people in front of her turned their heads one after another, looking at Shang Huatong sitting on the steps, they all showed worried expressions, Shang Zhaoyi looked at Shang Huatong, and her face was also full of worry.