Ye Buyan sat at the window, his young but already captivated face was full of tears.

It was snowing outside the window. It's the size of a goose feather. One after another, it was a little gentle in the biting air like a knife.

"Give me a good life to reflect on here. The ninth day of the new year is the day you get married. The man who has only seen him twice since he was born, and he still has to call him a father, left such a sentence, and left with his wife and concubine in his arms.

Ye Buyan took off the jade pendant in his hand, fell to the ground and smashed it.

Three days ago.

The mother on the sickbed held her hand tightly, her gray-brown face was no longer bright, and tears wet most of the pillow with fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

"Xiao Yan..... You promised your mother that you must, you must go to Jinling to find your father...... You have to remember, ahem, give him the jade pendant in your hand......"

At that time, the beauties on the banks of the Jinling River who were admired by thousands of people couldn't even say a complete sentence after all.

The small attic was in disrepair, and the roof tiles were blown by the wind, and rainwater leaked into the house.

She looked at Ye Buyan, who was crying breathlessly beside the bed, and the strength in her hands gradually dissipated.

I don't know if Jiu'er heard it. She finally thought.

"Mother! Mother! Don't leave me! Please, don't leave me! Mother-" Ye Buyan tried his best to retain the residual warmth of his withered hands, but the temperature of his palms still became cold.

The eyes that were still clear before dying slowly closed, and the eyes that Shuangye had not looked at all his life. The eyes that are always smiling, good-looking, gentle, motherly.

Ye Buyan's brain was blank. In the boundless world, it seems that she is the only one left. She didn't have time to grieve. Helplessness devoured her before she did.

When my mother left, her brows were still frowning.

Before Ye Buyan left Gusu, he took all the coils on his body and bought the best coffin for his mother to bury. Wang Tiehan, the owner of the coffin shop who always had to laugh when he saw a beautiful girl on weekdays, quietly took out the best nanmu from the warehouse and sold it to her, and Ye Buyan's money to buy that coffin board was not enough.

From, say far is not far, say near is not close. Ye Buyan walked for three days and three nights without eating or drinking, and was stopped by the doorman at the gate of Sufu, and waited for a day until a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears got off the carriage, glanced at the jade bracelet in her hand, patted her thigh and said with a smile, as if relieved, "It's just right." ”

These two words are what this father, whom she has not met for more than ten years, said to her.

Later, it was the story of this annex.

A maid with no one in her eyes took Ye Buyan to this small courtyard with a broken dam, served a few pots of cold soup leftovers, and sent Ye Buyan away. The maid shook her fingers after putting the dish away, and when she skimmed over, she seemed to feel that Ye Buyan's status was far lower than hers, and she was really too aggrieved to serve her.

"Girl, please tell me why Master Su locked me up!" Ye Buyan grabbed the maid's arm.

The maid couldn't hide her eyes in disgust, and muttered in her mouth, "You are not happy to enter the palace as the imperial concubine, I really owe you nothing." ”

The door slammed shut, followed by the sound of chains slamming.

Then there was silence.

Outside the walls, there is the sound of silk bamboo music, and the laughter of warblers and swallows is endless.

Ye Buyan lit a few broken candles in the room one by one, and only then did he see that this house had been abandoned for many years. The old floor was full of cracks, the pen, ink, and inkstone on the desk had long since dried up and clumped, and the narrow windows were so dirty that they could not let in a single light. Only a few guqins on the case seem to be spotless, which seems incompatible with this cramped place.

She started smashing things. Everything in the house was smashed.

She was never a good child. She was never a fateful person. She wanted to go back to Gusu, and she would rather sleep on her mother's coffin board.

From time to time, there were the voices of guards scolding outside the door.

She was somewhat nervous destroying everything she could see, tireless, like crazy. Only that guqin did not suffer.

"Ouch, our sister has a lot of temper." There was a woman outside the door with a shrill voice, but it seemed to be showing off her might.

"Eldest Miss, Second Miss, Fourth Miss." The guards spoke in a respectful tone.

"Still not open?" The other woman's tone was visibly impatient.

"Second Miss, who can't ...... the adults?"

"You think too much about Xiao Liuzi, how can we disobey our father, just to see what this little bastard looks like." Another girl's voice was gentle, quite like everyone's ladies, her voice was much more immature than the previous two, but what she said didn't look like a teenager in any way.

"The little one is better to be respectful than to obey his fate." The guard named Xiao Liuzi sneered, "Please also ask a few young ladies to say a few good words to me in front of the master." ”

The door creaked open, and several young women dressed in fine brocade peeked into the room, only to see darkness.

"I'm not going to fall asleep. The little slut went to bed quite early. The woman at the head stepped into the house with her nose covered. The other two, as a matter of course, followed behind and swaggered inside.

Suddenly, a fire flashed in the darkness, and a pale face was reflected in the candle, laughing motionlessly.

Several screams in succession immediately resounded in the sky, and I saw that the pale face moved to the door, and the lock slammed shut.

The candle fell to the ground, and the face was gone. The sound of the burning cloth exploded, and several pampered ladies were frightened, jumping and snoring, and stumbling and falling to the ground by the debris on the ground, and for a moment no one thought of escaping from the door.

Ye Buyan felt a hint of bad taste in his heart, and his expression was much more relaxed. Touching the intact guqin by the firelight, he unconsciously played and sang the moonlit night of the Spring River.

Before the fire spread beyond salvage, the servants of the house came to extinguish the fire.

After entering the house, they were all shouting for the eldest miss, the second miss, and the fourth miss, while playing and singing, Ye Buyan, who was in love, didn't care, and looked focused as if everyone present was a joke.

After all, this disturbance reached Su Shiquan's ears. Several sisters who were so frightened that they were completely faceless rushed to accuse Ye Buyan of how vicious he was.

Su Shiquan raised his slap and was about to fan it, Ye Buyan tilted his head and smiled, his cold phoenix eyes staring at Su Shiquan like a cobra.

"That's it. I'm afraid of getting my hands dirty. Su Shiquan sneered, and said to the servant kneeling on the ground, "Send more people to watch her, even a female streamer can't see what I am doing to raise you?" ”

The heart is like being sharpened by a thin blade. Ye Buyan bit his lower lip tightly and lowered his face.

"As for you," Su Shiquan's words came from above his head, "give me a good life to reflect on here." The ninth day of the new year is the day you get married. ”

This year, Ye Buyan was twelve years old.

The cardamom has not arrived, and the heart is like ashes.