After Ning Zhi arranged the things that should be arranged, he quietly waited for the news in Linjing City.

She doesn't want it to happen too quickly, but sometimes, what you don't want to happen, always happens.

Maybe it's because the sixty-first year of Jianwen was a particularly tragic year. Too many people died.

Too much...... People who are closely related to themselves, so this year's winter seems to be exceptionally cold.

The winter in the north, the second winter experienced by Ningzhi. But I feel far colder than last year.

During the Laba Festival, the women of Wulin Town made a lot of Laba porridge, which had a completely different taste from the south.

It was made with a kind of yellow rice, and then mixed with various beans and red dates.

It's not like the porridge that you are used to eating in the south, it's more like a soft pastry.

Although the yellow rice tasted like a throat pull, Ning Zhi was not used to it, but she still felt that it tasted good.

I heard that I started doing it in the middle of the night, and it was only good before dawn.

Then, instead of rushing to eat, they brought it to her.

Ning Zhi smiled and looked at the few ladies talking.

She understands their words, with a straightforward northern flavor, giggling. Let her be less lonely early in the morning of this Laba Festival.

An eldest lady opened half a bowl of porridge and used long chopsticks to put it on the tree for a long time. said that in this way, all the gods passing by ate it. If you eat it, you will bless the girl.

Ning Zhi smiled and nodded, and finally left these ladies to eat together.

After eating, she began to write letters.

To Pei Heng, to Ning Yun, to the third uncle and fourth uncle, to the third brother, to the eighth sister.

These people are her dearest people.

It is only now that she understands that in ancient times kinship was stronger. Now she has no father and grandfather, but she still has a bunch of relatives here. She should be happy.

But when I wrote the letter, tears still slid down.

In fact, what she wants most is to write a letter to her grandfather......

It's just that such a good grandfather can never be seen again.

Ning Zhi cried once, and after releasing the pent-up emotions in her heart, she got a lot better.

She herself knows that after her grandfather passed away, she had too many pent-up emotions, which actually needed to be released appropriately. Now that she is alone in Wulin Town, Pei Heng is not there, she is worried about Pei Heng, and she is even more worried about Ning Yun.

It seems that he is getting stronger.

But in fact, even if she is an iron giant, there are always times when she is vulnerable, and she ignores me.

The ancients said, 'I think of my relatives every festival', and when it comes to the festival, it is indeed more sad.

Collecting her tears, Ning Zhi asked people to send the letters out one by one.

"I'm ...... today" Ning Zhi said four words, then paused and shook his head.

met the worried eyes of the girls, so he spoke again: "It's a little sad, but it's okay." Let's go, let's go to the wounded soldiers' tents. If you have something to do, you won't be sad. ”

Several girls looked at each other, but they didn't persuade them.

It's just that it's better to have something in hand.

I only went with her to the wounded soldiers' tent.

On the same day, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Linjing City was in good spirits.

Of course, he was still drowsy, but he was in good spirits compared to before.

I was very in the mood to enter the palace and spend the festival with Emperor Jianwen's father and son.

Wei Ling had already discovered that His Highness was a bit willful now. Such a festival doesn't care about the side room of the wife. He went into the palace by himself.

However, Wei Ling felt that it was okay. He's already like that...... It's not like you're happy.

In the temple of St. An'an, father and son sat opposite each other.

The wine on the table was still steaming, and the celadon toasters below were gurgling.

Underneath, is a small stove isolated with charcoal.

Wine is an aged flower carving, in the past, Emperor Jianwen and Pei Jue were not used to drinking.

They are all from the north, and I am afraid that burning knives is more appetizing.

Either it is a variety of sorghum wine, which is very delicious.

But gradually, Emperor Jianwen was getting old, and Pei Jue was sick.

Whether it's burning knives or sorghum wine, it can't be touched. And this southern flower carving has become a good choice.

In the cold winter, a pot of warm can be drunk and sit for an afternoon.

Emperor Jianwen was in a good mood today, so he laughed with Pei Jue: "Look at this table, hey, roast bacon, sauce, marinade, as well as this bamboo shoot, this lotus root...... Where did we eat this. ”

"Isn't it?" Pei Jue also smiled: "That is, Heng'er loves to eat lotus root and bamboo shoots." When he was a child, he loved to eat, and when he gave him an osmanthus glutinous rice lotus, he was secretly happy. Tell the sons to say, the sweet and greasy ...... How to eat! ”

In Pei Jue's past memory, lotus root is not eaten like that, it is a vegetable!

"Hey, isn't it? That kid still likes to eat fish, hey, I don't love it. Emperor Jianwen laughed.

"Erchen doesn't love it either, it's too troublesome. Where is it like eating some meat? Pei Jue also smiled.

Although, because of his body, he has not been able to eat meat for more than 20 years.

Can't digest it.

Now...... I can't eat it, I haven't eaten it for too long, and it's not the same thing when I remember something delicious in my mouth. He almost threw up the moment he ate it......

"I still remember when you were a child, you loved to eat braised pork." Emperor Jianwen said with a smile again.

Pei Jue was stunned. And then laughed too.

Favorite ...... braised pork It was the third brother Pei Ke, not him.

"I still like to drink secretly, I don't allow it, you're still making trouble, this blink of an eye, it's been decades!" Emperor Jianwen still said to himself.

Pei Jue also smiled to himself.

And the one who likes to drink secretly is the eldest brother Pei Ling......

Later, Emperor Jianwen counted a few things that happened when Pei Jue was a child.

But...... None of them are him.

From a smile to a mechanical laugh. Pei Jue didn't know if his father was really confused? Or through him, to remember his other children.

Does he always secretly reminisce? Such an inconspicuous memory?

Pei Jue's heart hurt so much that he couldn't listen to it after all.

still pulled the topic back to Pei Heng.

"Heng'er went to Zuozhou, I'm afraid I can't get used to the food there. Today, I don't know how to spend Laba. Erchen missed him. ”

Emperor Jianwen, who was gushing, paused, and then took a sip of warm wine.

He put down his glass and said, "He will always grow up." Will you be able to take care of him for the rest of your life? ”

Until he left the palace, Pei Jue didn't know what his father meant by this.

Do you know that his end is near?

Be...... Do you know that he is always going to let go?

The father who has been weak and selfish all his life, after his death, will he really protect Heng'er?

Pei Jue didn't know, and he couldn't afford to know, for a lifetime, whatever he could hold in his hands was willing to give Pei Heng. But how much did he catch?

And his father, the emperor, even if he is already old, always has a way to make him afraid......