The twelfth year of Emperor Qiandi of the Great Zhou Dynasty

There was a rush of footsteps outside the house, which made Jiang Xiaolou, who had not fallen asleep, wake up all of a sudden. She hadn't slept peacefully since that incident ten years ago, and she listened vigilantly to the voices outside.

"Childe, did you sleep?"

Jiang Xiaolou looked at the figure reflected in the window, it was the maid Shen Xiang, she breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What's the matter?" Then you go into the house and say. ”

Shen Xiang just opened a gap between the shoji and her head, her eyes were lowered, but she didn't look at Jiang Xiaolou, who was only wearing a coat.

"Your Excellency is going home tonight, please come over"

"I know, you go back to your room to rest, and then I'll go first when I'm cleaned up" Jiang Xiaolou also saw that the night in early spring was really cold, so he wanted Shen Xiang to go back to rest first, and he didn't have to wait for her.

"How can I do that, now that the palm lamp has passed, the road is dark, and I have to send someone to light the lamp, Shen Xiang is still waiting for the son outside the house."

Jiang Xiaolou heard Shen Xiang say this, didn't say anything more, got up and tied his coat and went out with Shen Xiang. Jiang Xiaolou's Jinshui Xuan was still a certain distance away from the study, and at this time, Jiang Xiaolou followed behind carrying the hexagonal Ruyi lamp. This night was as dark as Shen Xiang said, if it weren't for this lamp illuminating the world, Jiang Xiaolou would indeed not be able to see his feet clearly.

Jiang Xiaolou raised his head to look up at the night sky, Shen Xiang followed her gaze and raised his head, there were no stars in the sky, and the dark sky was full of dark clouds. She said to Jiang Xiaolou: "There will be rain in the near future, so you should be careful about your son's cold disease, don't get cold anymore." ”

"Hmm" Jiang Xiaolou walked up to the verandah, the eaves were full of palace lights, bright, Shen Xiang seemed to be accustomed to Jiang Xiaolou's silence, so he also retreated, Jiang Xiaolou walked two corridors, knocked on the door of the house, and a voice came from the house: "Come in"

After Jiang Xiaolou entered the house, he found that there was only Da Sikong in the house, and it had been more than a year since they last met, Jiang Xiaolou shouted at the back of the court clothes that had not yet had time to change: "Father-in-law." ”

Song Wenxiu turned around, a pair of vicissitudes of life looked at Jiang Xiaolou from afar, three years ago, he picked her up from the mass grave, at that time she was skinny, her face was like earth, and she was seriously injured; Now, although she is wearing men's clothes, she is also out of the pavilion, and the smiling woman in her memory slowly coincides.

Song Wenxiu's thoughts gradually returned to reality, and said, "Xiaolou, come here." ”

When Jiang Xiaolou heard this, he walked up to Song Wenxiu.

"Seven days later, on the occasion of the crowning of King Jing's son, you will go with Pei'er, remember, this is the first step of your rebirth"

"Yes, Xiaolou understands," Jiang Xiaolou replied expressionlessly.

Song Wenxiu looked at Jiang Xiaolou, who was bowing his head, couldn't see his expression clearly, picked up the brocade box on the side and said, "This is what I brought to you from the West, you keep it." ”

Little girls, he thought, would like them.

Seeing Jiang Xiaolou accept it, he motioned for her to withdraw.

"Cloud Regret"

Jiang Xiaolou, who had just taken two steps, paused, the last time she called her Yun Xi was her sister, at that time the two sisters were still in the dark Yong Alley, it was a hell crawling with insects and mice, and there was inexplicable carrion on the ground accompanied by a foul smell, and she felt that something was squirming at her feet, so frightened that she quickly retracted her feet.

"Sister, I'm so scared"

My sister was only two years older than her, and while patting her on the back gently, she said, "Yun Xi, don't be afraid, there is a sister here." She leaned on her sister's thin shoulders for five years of dark days.

"Yun Xi, just to live well in this life"

Song Wenxiu looked at Jiang Xiaolou's back and sighed.

Only this time, Jiang Xiaolou's footsteps did not stop, and he strode out.