With that book, Du Ruo could only memorize it day and night. However, out of curiosity, I was the first to see Murong Yu, the prince of Yu.

The second son of the current emperor, the mother concubine is a concubine, who was just a palace maid who waited for a change of clothes, with a humble background, and a favored mother and a poor child.

It also tells at length how the prince of Yu went from an unfavored prince to a prince with considerable power step by step. Du Ruo didn't want to delve into it.

I am very interested in his various gossip love history.

Du Ruo read with great interest while drinking tea. I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I read the fun part.

Murong Yu is merry by nature, there are a few beautiful beauties in the family, and he is looking for flowers and willows outside. But so far he has not married a wife and concubine, and the emperor has told him countless times about this, and he has forced it into his minister's daughter several times. But he refused unappreciatively. I don't know how many famous spring boudoirs secretly promise him. Some people even say that Lord Yu has a habit of breaking his sleeves, and those beauties are just a cover-up, just a cover-up.

It is rumored that the relationship between Murong Yu and the son of General Jiang of the Jiang family army is very unusual.

When Du Ruo read this, he smiled stupidly, thinking that the long and jade Murong Yu and a man hugged each other, this picture was extremely ecstatic.

Later, Du Ruo actually read this book as an after-dinner pastime. Sometimes it's interesting to read, and I will tell these gossip anecdotes to Xu's mother. Mother Xu sometimes sits next to Du Ruo on a bench and listens to her. When the mother-in-law saw the two of them like this, she had no choice but to shake her head helplessly.

Suddenly, it was snowing outside. The snowflakes fell little by little, gently, like a kiss. On the leaves, on the river, on the cheeks of people. Du Ruo saw snowflakes from the window. Hurriedly ran out and excitedly pointed out to Xu's mother.

"Look! It's snowing! She jumped and danced in the snowflakes.

Mother Xu stood up with a smile, looked at the petite and delicate Du Ruo under the porch, and smiled in her eyes: "It's like I've never seen snow!" ”

The mother-in-law also heard their voices, opened the door curtain, still held the hand stove in her arms, and squinted and looked at the sky. The snow was falling densely, swirling, silent, and lively.

After a while, the mountains, rooftops, and grass were all white.

The heavens and the earth are clean.

Soon, Du Ruo spent his first year in the new world. She began to miss Xiaoqian and them again, and she didn't know how they were doing.

She finally let Ash out. I hope it doesn't stay in a cage all the time, and that it can be set free sooner. Or find its family too. Ash walked out of the cage in a daze. Apparently not quite convinced that its owner would make such a decision. But he tentatively stuck out his head, and then walked out with a pace. Finding that there was nothing wrong, he shook his wings that had not moved for a long time and moved his muscles.

Du Ruo said encouragingly: "Little Ash, fly." ”

As if he could understand her words, Ash waved his wings twice, but he was a little reluctant and stopped.

Du Ruo touched its head and smooth feathers: "Fly." ”

Ash lowered his head and hesitated for a while, and finally spread his wings and flew out, and then slowly turned into a small dot and was out of sight.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Du Ruo also got up early, and the bowl around her was still safe and sound. But I inadvertently saw a red envelope under the pillow.

Du Ruo curiously pulled out the red envelope and opened it carefully, it turned out to be New Year's money!

Du Ruo seems to have received New Year's money when he was very young. More than ten years have passed, and it seems that a century is so long, and it seems that it will be forever independent.

Pressing the New Year's money, Du Ruo thought silently in his heart, and felt that the atrium was budding and open, as if spring was coming.

Suddenly, one afternoon in the spring, Du Ruo saw Little Ash again and stopped at the place where the pigeon cage had been placed.

It also has a holder on its foot. When Du Ruo was busy with no one, he opened it and looked.

"I know you're not dead."

The handwriting is flowing and free, penetrating through the back of the paper, and seeping into Du Ruo's heart little by little. She was a little uneasy, and a little curious.

Time, like flowing water, is gone. In the blink of an eye, four years have passed.

In the tea shed, there are still people coming and going as before. Tea shack owner, wipe the sweat from your head. The knowledge on the tree is endless. It's the hottest time of summer. Xiao Er was still shuttling around the various seats, pouring water. On the distant road, the road surface was steamed by the heat wave.

An old man and a young man approached on a donkey and sat down to drink a cup of tea.

The owner of the tea shed is much older than before, and his son is still building a huge palace with many strong men who have been arrested. It's been a long time since we've seen each other.

The Chu people gathered around Wenxian County were also forced to join the queue for construction.

In the tea shed, people are still discussing the drought in Huaizhou and the floods in Liuzhou. Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and the people are not happy.

Some people say that Shengjing has a Yun family, a huge family business, and is kind and generous. Every day, there will be a porridge field to make porridge.

Du Ruo didn't continue to listen, paid two dollars, and hurried on the road again.

"Remember who we're going to see today?" The mother-in-law sat on the donkey and asked Du Ruo.

"I know, mother-in-law, Wei Qingzhi, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry." Du Ruo replied.

"Remember what the book says?"

Du Ruo was confident and said without hesitation: "Of course, Wei Qingzhi is the queen's brother and the prince's uncle. Although he is a relative, he is in an important position and is self-serving. often thinks of himself as a literati, but there is only ink in his belly. Good vassal elegance, befriending literati and scholars. The lady died early and did not renew the strings, but there were seven or eight concubines, all young and beautiful. ”

Du Ruo can also continue, but her mother-in-law interrupted her.

"Okay, okay, I know you've memorized it. And, again, what's your name? ”

Du Ruo made a false salute on the donkey, and said with a smile: "The little girl is the niece of her mother-in-law, named Wanying, and she hopes to be taken care of." After saying that, he also watched an autumn wave.

The mother-in-law giggled as she heard her say it, covering her mouth with her sleeve.

"Yes, yes, don't forget. Don't mention the name of Du Ruo again. ”

From now on, Du Ruo shall not be called by his original name. Du Ruo has disappeared and died.

And Wanying, a servant who captivated the city and the country, suddenly became famous in Shengjing and Wenxian.

It is said that an increase of one point is too long, and a decrease of one point is too short; The powder is too white, and Shi Zhu is too red. The action is like a weak willow supporting the wind, and when it is quiet, it is like a delicate flower shining on the water. The voice is like a jade, and the smile is like a peach.

Wanying's face was still a strict veil, and the two went to the mansion of the Ministry of Industry together. Stating his identity, he was quickly led in.