A bowl of steaming ginger soup was served in Qi Qiuli's left hand. The chapped cut on her right hand scraped on the dark silk curtain, and it hurt so much that Qi Qiuli withdrew her hand. Qi Qiuli gasped out of the air, blowing the silk thread that had been torn out, swaying like candlelight.

This Mars finally melted the tip of the iceberg in Qi Qiuli's heart. Since she was a child, her parents died, she followed her uncle to make a living, and she was bullied and abused by her aunt, and finally entered the palace, Concubine Lu tortured herself every day, if it weren't for a young brother at home, Qi Qiuli really couldn't live.

On the morning of that day, a hair floated into the lotus seed soup that Concubine Lu ate, and Concubine Lu had to say that Qi Qiuli's hair fell into the bowl. Mama Li couldn't help but say, and called over with a feather duster.

Poor Qi Qiuli didn't even open the food box when she lifted it, for fear that it would be cold, Concubine Lu blamed her, hurriedly sent it over, and handed it over to Mama Li. Do you know whose hair fell into the bowl?

Qi Qiuli knew in her heart that it wasn't her hair that fell into the lotus seed soup, and she didn't dare to distinguish it for herself, so she gritted her teeth and endured the feather duster, and fell on her body in an invisible place without saying a word. She has been beaten by her aunt since she was a child, and she knows that the more she shouts, the harder she will be beaten.

I was beaten at home, and I was afraid of scaring my younger brother, so I broke my teeth and swallowed it into my stomach, just to keep my brother from being frightened and worried. This endurance is ten years, so that every time she is beaten, it is easier to be happy than when she is not beaten. Coax your younger brother at home, and only coax yourself in the palace, Qi Qiuli said to herself in her heart.

Even if it is for the sake of his younger brother, he must gain a foothold in the palace...... However, however, Ziwei Divine Palace was really too cold, and she couldn't stand it a little.

That day, Wanying slammed the door and went out, and she secretly took out the slightly yellowed white silk with tears in her eyes. She didn't want to hang herself, every time she couldn't go on, she would always take it out and look at it, look at the tears she had fallen on, think about the hardships she had come through, and she could give birth to some courage to live. What's more, the younger brother in the family is still counting on himself! If I die, what will happen to my brother? It's not that she doesn't want to die. She didn't dare to die.

At this moment, Qi Qiuli heard Wanying pleading with Father-in-law Zhang in the house. The huge tears in his eyes fell 'let' and 'dazzle'. She is not a crying person, but at this moment, she feels: to live, is not so hopeless and helpless.

Before Grandpa Zhang went out, she hurriedly rubbed into the next room.

"Serve tea and decoction to 'Miss Shi' again?" The palace maid next door said angrily.

Qi Qiuli wiped away her tears before entering the door and said, "Good sister, if you don't feel comfortable in the future, I will also serve you tea and decoction, okay?" ”

"You better don't curse me, I don't expect you to serve me, I just can't get used to her hypocritical look, as if everyone owes her?"

"Be quiet, Grandpa Zhang is next door." Qi Qiuli said.

"What are you afraid of, you can't hear it. You too, I don't know what I provoked you, we are all the same palace maids, why do you serve her tea and water all day long, set the table and wash the dishes? Doesn't she have claws? ”

"Good sister, it's really a big mouth, she's sick, shouldn't I take care of her? It's not that my sister curses my sister, if my sister is uncomfortable, I also hope that there is someone around me who brings tea and water, right? ”

"I said you can't, I'm good for you!"

"Got it, good sister. Grandpa Zhang seems to be leaving, and I have to go back. ”

"You go, you go quickly, you go to be a cow and a horse for others, and be a maid at the moment."

Qi Qiuli smiled and didn't defend herself. When Father-in-law Zhang walked away, he returned to the house with ginger soup.

In the early morning of the next day, Qi Qiuli still went to Dongzhao Palace to help cook and deliver food. Wan Ying also got up early to freshen up, and wiped a rough white pottery vase boredly. Through the tea-white window paper, I faintly saw that the jade butterfly plum in front of the window seemed to be open. Gently push open the window, and sure enough, it was. Yesterday, I heard Qi Qiuli say that it was still budding to be released, and after a night of frost, the bud opened seven or eight times out of ten.

The gray branches are adorned with white plums, some in full bloom, some half-opened, and some dense bones. It's really beautiful.

"The crowd shook off the solitary beauty, and occupied the charm to the small garden." Lin Kui's "Little Plum in the Mountain Garden" is in response to this situation.

"The shadow is sparse, the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon." A familiar voice came from behind the shadow wall, getting closer and closer.

"It's you." Wanying turned her head, and He Youan stood a few steps away.

"It's me." He Youan walked up to Yu Diemei and stared at Wanying.

This is the first time the two have met in a formal sense, but they feel like they have known each other for several lifetimes. Wanying doesn't need to ask 'who are you' to know, the person in front of her is He Youan. He You'an was also sure that Wanying knew herself, so she didn't sign up, and just said, 'It's me'.

'It's you', with some gratitude for helping yourself, with some shame about yourself in the past, but by no means with a personal promise.

'It's me' who suppressed the thousands of lovesick liverwurns in my heart, and suppressed the urge to ask for marriage immediately, just to remember the moment in front of me.

Just four words. The two looked at each other, and the two were speechless. Wanying is speechless, it is the shyness of a girl; He Youan was speechless, he was the person in front of him who couldn't get enough of it, and he couldn't bear to speak, interrupting his fiery love.

Wanying felt that He Youan was a good man, and if he was a confidant, it would be a complete thing. He knows poetry and books, understands himself, and often what he says is exactly what he thinks in his heart. But this kind of relationship is different from the joy of the two, Wanying knows that he is not the man who makes her heart move when she sees it. Her 'confidant' is still in that dream full of cherry blossom rain. She had to wait, wait for the man who made her heart to come out of her dream and say to herself, "I waited for you for three lives and three lives......"

Qianqiu in He You's peace of mind is a different scenery from Wanying. I finally found the dream man I had been dreaming about. I couldn't sleep at night when I couldn't find her, and I couldn't sleep when I found her. I didn't see each other for a day, and I finally survived until dawn, and I didn't care about the palace rules and taboos, so I recklessly broke into Chu Lixuan.

She was exactly what she imagined to be. A tree is sparse and plum, half of the courtyard is covered with snow, and she is half-hidden and half-hidden under the window of Xiaoxuan. The poem he read in his mouth was the one he silently recited in his heart on the way he came. Isn't that a little bit of understanding?

After a long time, He You asked with peace of mind: "Miss, is the wind chill better?" ”

"I was fortunate to be rescued by the general the day before yesterday, and the slave and maid thanked me here." Wanying is a river of water, and the thoughts on both sides of the bank. Even if I'm on the water's side, you're only outside my heart.

The two of them were still close to each other just now, and this sentence made the two of them far away from each other and became passers-by.

He Youan heard the distance in the words, walked to the window without humility and said, "I haven't seen you for half a year, Miss don't come to harm?" ”

"General, but it's a joke, the slave was only rescued by the general the day before yesterday."

He You'an's eyes were fixed on Wanying, motionless. He wants to turn himself into water and flow into Wanying's heart.

Wanying lowered her head shyly and turned around shyly, only to feel that her cheeks were slightly hot and annoyed. However, this disturbance is not a heartbeat.

"You can't go wrong, it's Miss Wanying. The jade shadow of the young lady was deeply engraved in He's heart, and he never forgot it for a moment. ”

Hearing his explicit words, Wanying's face burned like fire. In the small Xuan room, before the stove was caged, a thin layer of fragrant sweat had already appeared on Wanying's forehead.

"What the general says, the slave and maid don't understand." Wan Ying calmed down the mixed feelings in her heart and said slowly.

"Have you forgotten? On the eve of the birthday banquet, you and I ...... by the lotus lamp."

How could Wanying forget, but she didn't want He Youan to misunderstand, so she only said: "The slave doesn't know what the general said...... After speaking, Wanying put down the window. Sitting distraught in front of the window.

"I know you haven't forgotten, I can see it in your eyes."

Sure enough, his eyes and thoughts did not escape his gaze.

"The general remembers the wrong person, right?"

"Others maybe, but Miss Wanying, you can't tell the difference."

"Why?" Wan Ying was bold and said hesitantly.