In the past, the flowers were like snow, but now the flowers are muddy.

It was an evening when Yu Zijin arrived in Luzhou, and Su Heyun drove her directly into the Yingcheng Palace, and when she walked into the small courtyard and saw the familiar scene inside, she was so choked up that she couldn't speak.

The Hengbo Garden is still the Hengbo Garden, and the wind of the clear willow lake is like a dream.

"County Lord, the prince is waiting for you in the room." Standing in front of the door of the house where she used to live, Forsythia stopped, and in her excitement, she forgot that Yu Zijin's identity had changed several times, and she was no longer the Lingji County Lord of the year.

The tip of Yuzijin's nose was sore, and after a long pause, she stretched out her slender fingertips and pushed the door open.

The sword eyebrows are like feathers, the starry eyes are bright, the deep man who is proud and calm is standing in front of the door with a smile, his bright satin lily cloak hangs loosely on his back, the household clothes of the same color are simple and slim, stretching out his slender palm to her, and his voice is as soft as the wind: "Zijin." ”

All the way, many years of mandarin water, looking at the pair of affectionate eyebrows, handsome face, and the embrace of Qingquan that she couldn't touch in her dreams, the lovesickness that she had suppressed for more than ten years broke out here, and she stepped over the threshold and threw herself into his arms and cried bitterly.

At dusk, the west mountain sprinkled a garden of brilliant golden light, and she returned, and the small courtyard that had been sleeping for twelve years was no longer dead.

Peeling off the hard-boiled egg whites on the red and swollen eyebrows, Yu Wenzheng carefully rolled the eggs on Yu Zijin's eyes, did not open his mouth to comfort, did not ask about the past, his eyes looked at her without impurities, even if he had been separated for many years, he was still his wife, the only person he recognized in this life.

"Where's Lin'er?" Yu Zijin looked up a little uneasily, she hadn't seen Yuwen Jingyu since she entered the door, which made her a little more worried.

Yu Wenzheng smiled, nodded the tip of her nose and said, "He went to Kaizhuo for me, and now I'm afraid that he is on the way back to see his mother in a crazy hurry." ”

The words were clearly stated, Yu Zijin couldn't hear it anymore, she was a fool, and she grabbed Yu Wenzheng's clothes, but her hesitant appearance still revealed her thoughts.

Kissing her forehead, Yu Wenzheng said: "You are his mother, my wife, this will not change because of anything, the past is like smoke, all we want is for you to come back!" Holding up her delicate chin, "Zijin, forget everything, and stay by my side and Lin'er forever in the future, okay?" ”

The warmth sprayed on the forehead, and immediately warmed the whole body, facing that sincere face, Yu Zijin nodded again and again, and the worries of many days dissipated because of his words.

Early the next morning. Hearing the news that she had arrived in Luzhou, the group hurriedly rushed into the Yingcheng Palace.

Huo Yanting and Ouyang Peiyue are still in their prime, more than ten years have passed, they are as free and easy as they were back then, and they are a little teary-eyed when they see Yu Zijin.

"Sister" Yu Zijin whimpered and held Ouyang Peiyue's hands, she knew that Ouyang Peiyue had lived up to her entrustment for more than ten years, regarded Lin'er as her own and raised her with her heart, this friendship made her unforgettable.

Ouyang Peiyue nodded vigorously, she rarely cried at the moment, tears were raining down at the moment, she knew what Yu Zijin wanted to say, she only said: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back." ”

Although Helian Xiong Xiong and Yancui have the frost marks of the years, they are still the temperament and temperament of the year. Meng Chengfang and Fangcao Chengcheng gave birth to two sons and a daughter after marriage, and they have always been loving and beautiful. Before she left, Forsythia was given to Pengju, and then Yuwen Zheng also took charge of pointing out Meng Meng to Pengju's brother Hefei, the brothers got married on the same day, and now they have a group of children, Hefei and his wife are now taking care of the old house property in Lechuan, and Pengju and his wife are housekeepers in Yingcheng Wangfu.

Huo Yanting and Helian Xiongxiong had a few more people, and after a few warm words with Yu Zijin, they went to the study with Yu Wenzheng to discuss the matter, leaving their relatives to recount. Just as a room full of people were laughing, a young woman hurriedly walked in with the maid's hand, her hair was elegant, she did not apply powder, she wore an autumn-colored Ruyi skirt, embroidered with flowers, covered with a small shoulder shirt of the same color, a loose waist bulging, and she was already four or five months pregnant. When she entered the door and saw Yuzijin, the young woman paused, looking at her with only watery eyes.

Yu Zijin got up slowly, looked at the person with some excitement, and it was not difficult to recognize with those light and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, this was the little girl who was around her all day long and called her aunt - Qing Huan.

Qing Huan held his waist and abdomen and threw himself into the arms of the person who greeted him gently, crying and calling "Uncle".

Qing Huan had married Xu Heyun a few years ago, and the two were in harmony with each other, and the flounder was deeply in love. Xu Baofeng and Bai treated Qinghuan as if they were their own children, and after Yu Zijin left, it was Bai's who brought Qinghuan up.

Yu Zijin patted her back, after so many years of changes in the world, she was like a dream, waking up in the dream, people are still those people, things are still those things.

In the evening, everyone dispersed, and Qing Huan reluctantly pulled Yu Zijin and talked for a while, until Xu Heyun had already come to pick him up in person, and Yu Zijin personally sent him out of the door.

Waving his hand to tell Qinghuan to be careful on the road, watching the carriage go far away Yu Zijin turned around and entered the door, just entered the second courtyard, she heard a noisy self behind her, and with the sound of horses' hooves, she turned around and saw a handsome young man standing on a horse.

"Mother!"

Yuwen Jingyu's excited voice resounded through the courtyard, his young and fresh handsome face was full of blood, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were like obsidian carvings, his hair was tied with jade and silver crowns, he was wearing ink brocade and silver dragon playing with beads and wiping his forehead, wearing a unicorn satin robe, stepping on snow-white brocade boots, and the cloak of silver auspicious clouds was draped behind him. Because he was anxious for his mother, he rode in directly.

Yu Zijin's heart skipped a beat, and she was unprepared by the young man's "mother", and she watched in a daze as the radiant young man jumped off the horse and galloped in front of her.

"Mother, child meets mother!" Yuwen Jingyu bowed his head to the ground, bowed deeply, looked up with dampness and heat in his eyes, and sincerely looked at Yu Zijin, who had not yet eased up.

Jade fingers trembled and helped the young man in front of him up, and Yu Zijin excitedly stroked the handsome face and cried, "Lin'er, you are Lin'er." ”

Yuwen Jingyu smiled deeply, stretched out his long arms to hug Yu Zijin, buried his head in her shoulder socket and said, "Is the child so graceful that the mother can't recognize it?" ”

Yu Zijin smiled, pushed away Yuwen Jingyu and looked carefully, I haven't seen her in the past few years, her son has grown half a head taller than her, and he is becoming more and more handsome, especially the demeanor of riding a horse just now is better than Ah Zheng's back then, which makes her a little unable to believe that this is her son. In this situation, Jing Yuzijin couldn't help but think a lot, she would not lack a daughter-in-law in the future.

Holding Yu Zijin and walking inward with a smile, Yuwen Jingyu had no estrangement, as if the mother and son who had only returned from a few days had not seen each other, not for many years. Looking at Yu Zijin's eager and satisfied gaze, Yuwen Jingyu smiled and said, "Mother, you don't have to look at the child so confusedly, I know that I am more handsome than my father!" ”

Before the speechless Yu Zijin answered, the young man's high-spirited voice happened to reach the ears of King Yingcheng, who had just left the door of the study, and looked at his timid son with a light cough, Yuwen Zheng said, "Are you back?" ”

Yuwen Jingyu put away the stubbornness, and stood solemnly beside Yu Zijin, who couldn't help but laugh, and bowed obediently, "Say hello to my father." ”

Yu Wenzheng said a faint "um", called the mother and son into the room to talk, walked past Yu Zijin and deliberately stretched out his hand to lead her.

The autumn leaves fell early, and Yuwen Jingyu looked stupidly at his parents who were going hand in hand, and felt a little redundant for the first time.

In the flower hall, Yu Wenzheng and Yu Zijin sat down.

For the son, get up early to worship the high hall, and serve the virtuous relatives in his spare time.

This is the picture that Yuwen Jingyu has dreamed of for a long time, he lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt on the ground, and bowed respectfully to his parents. Seeing Yu Zijin's eyes, she almost cried again, she really owed Lin'er too much in this life.

got up and took off his cloak, although he was in a hurry for a few days, Yuwen Jingyu still looked very good, especially when his mother returned, he snuggled directly after the salute.

Squinting and watching his son dancing sweetly and talking and laughing with Yu Zijin, King Yingcheng didn't think how warm the picture in front of him was, but he was a little unkind and felt that his son who had worked hard to raise him over the years was like a pug.

King Yingcheng, who was frightened by this thought, trembled as soon as he entered the autumn, and Yuwen Jingyu said sharply: "Father, what's wrong with you?" "The wind is cold as soon as the heat dissipates?

Yu Zijin also cast his gaze, and Yu Wenzheng waved his hand a little angrily, "It's okay, my father just thought that you had done it, and you lost your mind for a while." ”

"Oh, what am I supposed to do? With Ben Hou out of the horse, it is natural to get twice the result with half the effort. Yuwen Jingyu winked at Yu Zijin, and then told how he was wise and martial and half-witted to rob and kill the Jinlan envoy, how resourceful and the new king of Moduo who succeeded Kaizhuo turned into a jade silk, and how he could persuade Modo to obey and sell the gold mine to Xiyuan.