The carriage walked slowly, and I heard the sound of someone selling osmanthus cakes outside, mixed in the noise, and it should have been to the market.

"Stop." I shouted, and the carriage came to a halt. Both the coachman and Xia Xiying turned their heads to look at me in confusion. "I've got to let him know that I'm just hanging out."

The person I'm talking about is Ryoya Kitayu.

Bei Yuliang will definitely have people monitor where I go, and I will at least pretend to be.

Xia Xiying helped me get out of the carriage, street snacks and fresh vegetables and fruits on both sides of the street, with a strong atmosphere of customs and customs, everything is beautiful and real.

Those vendors, every penny they earned, would be happy, sweat and smiles intertwined, and all emotions were real.

As I stand here, watching them busy, watching them happy, I feel that this is how real life should be.

Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar tea, you quarrel with me, it is the most flavoring agent in life. Painful and happy.

"What should we buy?" Xia Xiying asked.

"Girl! Buy some hibiscus cakes, my pastries are the sweetest and most glutinous, the price is not expensive, it's good to try it! ”

An uncle smiled and beckoned us over, looking at the money bag at our waist, his eyes were about to glow.

"Fleur, you can make pastries too?" I asked him.

He was stunned for a moment and said: "Hibiscus cake refers to the similarity of appearance, you see, each piece is as snow-white and beautiful as the hibiscus out of the water." However, the real hibiscus flowers are not easy to eat, and the things made have a bitter taste, so there is no way to sell them, and we are made of milk. ”

The pastry in front of him was indeed snow-white and attractive, with a delicate powder wrapped around it, and each piece was in the shape of a flower, lifelike.

Hibiscus, it turns out, is bitter......

I smiled and said to Xia Xiying, "Buy it." ”

She nodded and asked the vendor to pack some for us.

I looked elsewhere and saw a woman dressed so tightly that her face was covered with a headscarf.

I looked at the bright sun in the sky and felt a little strange.

She faltered, looked pregnant, and took every step carefully.

She turned her face to reveal bright eyes. My mind was a little blank for a moment, and when she turned to leave, I immediately reacted and shouted, "Like snow! ”

She paused in her footsteps and ran wildly, through layers of crowds.

I hurriedly raised my foot to catch up, after all, she was heavy, and I didn't run a few steps before I grabbed her.

I pulled her over and pulled her headscarf off with trembling fingers.

It's her, it's Ruxue, even if her face is thin and lustrous at the moment, and tears are overflowing in her eyes, I still believe that she is the little girl who once had no heart and lungs.

"Plain ...... Sister Jin? Her voice was hoarse, and every word brought down a tear.

After meeting her, I realized that the best gift God can give is reunion and surprise.

I hugged her excitedly, and suddenly remembered that she was pregnant and hurriedly let go.

She wiped away her tears and put her headscarf back on. "Sister Su Jin, you come with me."

She led me all the way, the place became more and more remote, looking at this sheep intestine path should be going up the mountain, I didn't expect her to live here incognito with her children like this.

"Sister Su Jin, I thought you were ...... At that time, you and Brother Jinchen were missing, and many people said that there was no help. She talked as she walked, her voice was much more steady than before, and her bones were calm, no longer like her before.

"You, live here, does your father and mother know?" I hesitated, but I asked.

She paused and looked back at me. "I'm a shame to them, I can't go back, let them think I'm dead."

I was about to say more when she suddenly pointed to the small room in front of her and said, "It's here." ”

In front of the thatched hut there were a lot of dried pickles, and the weeds were in a circle outside the house, and the hay was half a foot high.

The house was full of pots and pans, and there was food left over from noon on the stove.

A small table with missing corners, and two benches, most of the vermilion lacquer has been lost.

But the room was neat and clean, and there was no dust on the table, only a few bouquets of spring flowers in the wine jar.

Ruxue is a young lady from an official family, but at this moment, she is an ordinary peasant woman, with coarse tea and light rice, and hemp clothes.

She sat down across from me and poured a bowl of water, the brown color was not as clear as in the palace, but grayish-brown and cloudy.

It's overnight tea, and the tea leaves aren't fresh anymore.

"I'm sorry, there is no good tea at home, and now that the weather is cold, the tea will not spoil its taste, ah! Why don't I pour you a glass of water? She stood up in high spirits, and I quickly pressed her hand to stop her work.

After taking a sip of turbid tea, the bitterness surrounded between his lips and teeth, and it never faded away for a long time.

"Now, how many months?" I asked her, my eyes falling on her bulging lower abdomen.

Ruxue grinned, and there was only love and gentleness in her smile. "It's been four months, and after the first three months, the fetal image is stable, and I'm waiting for the child to be born with peace of mind."

She caressed her abdomen with the palm of her hand, and what the years and tribulations left her had become quiet and beautiful.

I wish she was still the same as before, but as years have passed, and we have all changed, and it has not become the same as when we first knew each other.

"What about the child's father, do you really want one to give birth to a child?"

She opened her lips and stared. "He didn't know that I was pregnant......"

"What!"

"We were all drunk, he forgot what happened, but I remembered. He chose the former between utilitarian fame and me, and it was his decision and I respect him. Only his current wife can better support him, and I, although I am the daughter of the Ministry of Rites, is a concubine, and the difference between the concubines is like a mirror. She said this plainly, without a complaining tone or a desperate loss.

Love this kind of thing, invisible, incomprehensible, makes everyone make earth-shattering moves, and I, can only sigh and sigh.

"Sister Su Jin, I just beg you, don't tell anyone that I'm here, I just want to live a good life and raise this child in peace." She took my hand with both hands and pleaded.

"Don't worry, I will help you if you have any difficulties in the future, I will find someone to take care of you, you are heavy, it is really difficult to take care of yourself alone, too tired, and it is not good for children. I will come to see you often, and when the child is born, I must be her godmother. I laughed.

"Hmm." She nodded heavily.

Xia Xiying leaned down and said, "It's getting dark." ”

I glanced outside, and sure enough, the twilight was falling.

"Sister Su Jin, you and Brother Jinchen ......"

I looked at her, and she didn't know what was going on in the palace. That's fine, so as not to worry about it again.

"We're good, he's good to me." When I said this, my heart ached, and in an instant I recovered, and I tried to make myself smile impeccably, so that I could look like I was indeed happy.

"It's good, among the three of us, there are still people who are happy after all, God, it's not so blind."

"Take care, I'm going back, I'll see you in a few days." I interrupted her to say something later, and the more she spoke, the more pain I felt, like a scabbed wound that had been torn open by someone, and it was dripping with blood.