A.D. 1769, the thirty-fourth year of Qianlong.

In the first month of the year, the red lights reflect the snow, which is both warm and cool.

On the second day of the new year, the governor of Shaanxi and Gansu, Ayan Jueluo Mingshan, returned to Beijing, and set up a family banquet in the house, the most lively moment, watching a group of children chasing me over there, but a thirteen-year-old girl just sat in the corner, looking at the thick snow in a daze.

At some point, a pair of boots came into view, and she subconsciously put the cape over her head, often shoving cold snow into her neckline while she was distracted.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement, and when she raised her head, she only saw the face of a strange young man.

"Why are you alone and not coming to play with everyone?"

The girl shook her head, reluctant to say anything.

The boy sat down beside her, "My name is Zarantei, what about you?" “

The young man asked her name again, and when he saw that she still did not answer, he asked softly, "Can't you speak?" “

After a moment of silence, I heard him say guiltily, "Don't be sad, I didn't mean to," after thinking about it, the young man asked again, "Then can you write?" “

As he spoke, the boy picked up a thin branch and wrote his name on the snow.

A string of texts, she couldn't read it.

The young man seemed to realize something, and hurriedly smoothed the snow, and wrote it again in Chinese: Wu Ya. Zalantai.

Then he smiled and handed her the stick.

After hesitating for a moment, the girl took the branch from his hand and marked the word "pearl".

"Mingzhu, this name suits you very well, but," after a pause, Zalantai smiled, "If you are willing to smile, you will definitely be as brilliant as Mingzhu." “

Laugh? Why laugh, she couldn't find a reason to laugh.

In a trance, suddenly her fingers hurt, and the child over there threw a snowball at her again.

She clutched her fingers and stood up angrily, but she dared not speak angrily.

One of the bold sisters aimed the snowball in her hand at her again, and Zarantai waved his robe in front of her, "Whoever dares to hit her again, I will definitely break your hands!" “

He was the tallest boy in the group, and everyone seemed to be afraid of him, so he grimaced and scattered.

When they were gone, Zarantai turned around and asked, "Does your hand hurt?" “

Mingzhu shook her head silently. Zalantai tried to take her hand to see, but Mingzhu hurriedly broke free and put her hand behind her back.

"Why are your hands so cold?" As he spoke, Zaranthai untied his robe and tried to put it on her.

She took three steps back.

"What? Don't think it's pretty? This is a fox fur, newly made, I just put it on today, it's not dirty. “

Mingzhu glanced at him, still shaking his head, Zalantai smiled, "Don't worry, I'm not cold, I practice martial arts all year round, and my body is strong!" If it weren't for the rammys, I wouldn't love to wear this robe! “

Wrapping his robe around her without saying a word, Zarantai smiled and said, "I'll take you to the fire!" That way you won't be cold. “

After thinking about it, Mingzhu nodded, and Zalantai pulled her to the backyard.

"You must wonder why I know this place so well, my mother is the niece of your old lady, and I often come here with my mother......"

By the lit bonfire, Mingzhu sat quietly, quietly listening to him tell interesting stories about the past.

At night, Mingzhu, who had fallen asleep, was awakened by a nightmare, and she had never slept well in the two months since her mother died.

The mother and daughter have been dependent on each other for thirteen years, and when the mother was seriously ill, there was a sudden person in the family, and the mother had red eyes just one glance.

When she was dying, her mother entrusted her to this person, only to say that the man named Mingshan in front of her was her biological father.

After taking care of the aftermath, Mingshan, who felt ashamed of their mother and daughter, took her back to the capital mansion, and solemnly announced her identity despite everyone's surprised eyes.

The old lady was silent for a long time and finally did not object, if she hadn't stopped it at the beginning, this child would probably be the noble concubine of the house, and she would not have to be lonely outside for many years. Now that I think about it, what a sin!

After sighing secretly, the old lady wanted to change her name to Baozhu, just because the word "Ming" resigned her father's name, "Girl, from now on, Ayan Jueluo Baozhu is your name." “

Mingzhu knelt and cried and begged not to change, it was left to her by her mother, "Mother said: Return Jun Mingzhu to tears!" “

Mingshan's eyes were red, but he didn't dare to say anything, it was rare for the old lady to agree with her to recognize her ancestors and return to her ancestors, how could he dare to have other objections.

The next day, three or five children came to the hospital to look for her, "I heard that you are our sister?" “

As it should be, she seems to be taller than all of them, and before a "sister" can be spoken, all that enters her ears is cynicism.

That day, she learned three words, "illegitimate child".

At dinner, the tears of grievance dripped into the bowl, and she drank the noodle soup, and her mother said that a good child should not cry, and others would get bored when they cried. She can't cry, she can't ......

Mama persuaded her to endure it, saying that the master was not in the house, and no one would make decisions for her.

Mingzhu nodded silently and wrote them down one by one. She has to be obedient and live well. The mother said that she had been watching herself from heaven, and if she was disobedient, she would not give her dreams.

When she first came to the strange house, the silent pearl did not want to talk to anyone, but Zaranthai did not mind, and always came to see her every once in a while, bringing her delicious food and fresh things, and telling her how he teased the master.

She didn't like to laugh much, and often he laughed alone, and she just looked at him inexplicably, and when he hung his head, she barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

In private, he warned those children with a straight face not to bully her again, and once he found out, he would never spare her, so far, Mingzhu's life in the mansion has been a lot safer.

One day, a year later, when he came to her again, Zaranthai stood quietly in the courtyard, listening in amazement to her soft humming songs.

It wasn't until she finished singing that he spoke, "It turns out that you can speak!" “

"Why are you hiding it from me?" Zarantei had a blank face, looking displeased.

Mingzhu looked at him calmly, "I didn't hide it from you. “

"Then why don't you ignore me?"

Mingzhu turned and walked towards the house, "I just don't want to talk." “

"Then how can you speak today?"

"I do." She looked at him without a trace of guilt, very natural.

Sighing, he smiled helplessly, "It's good to be willing to speak." “

It has been two years since spring and winter, and the pearl of fifteen is already slim, and in the past, she dared to hold her hand casually, but now she is getting bigger and bigger, and Zalantai, who understands the defense of men and women, often looks cramped when facing her again.