She regretted it a little, she knew that she should discuss with Yuwen Zichen to borrow the nurse, anyway, the Guangling Mansion would not need it for a while.

The carriage staggered to a halt, and Bitong helped her out of the car.

Looking at the black door powder wall in front of her, she was quite emotional. This is the testimony of her struggle in this space, she has only lived once since she bought it, she thought it would be empty forever, and she also laughed at herself for doing this too much, who would have thought that she would have to spend a long time here?

The door creaked open, with a dusty atmosphere, bringing in a few stars of clear snow.

"The slave and maid greet the girl."

She looked at the person who was prostrating on the ground and was dumbfounded, it was the nurse.

"Why are you here?"

I looked around and saw who else was around, but I saw that the courtyard was neat and tidy, and there was a thin layer of snow at night, but at this moment there was not a single star, and the daily firewood was also neatly chopped and stacked high in the corner of the courtyard.

"The prince said that the girl was recovering from a serious illness, and she was afraid that she would not be able to take care of the little master of Yu'er, so she sent a slave to come. The girl can rest assured, the slaves and maids will clean up the inside and outside and leave, and the prince said that the girl needs to recuperate......"

She moved to the corner of the courtyard and stroked the firewood that seemed to have been strictly measured with a ruler: "This firewood ......"

"It was split by the prince."

The master and servant were all struck by this sentence, and no matter how hard they racked their brains, they couldn't imagine the spectacular scene of Yuwen Zichen picking up a board axe and chopping firewood.

But even if it is no longer conceivable, the firewood in the corner of the courtyard will always be stacked high, such as three years.

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"Girl, why don't you say take a break today?"

She retracted her thoughts, suddenly found the confusion on the drawings, and hurriedly crumpled up before Bitong entered the door.

"I also said that I, it's a Chinese Valentine's Day today, I don't go to spend time with Jiang Gongzi before the moon, what are you going to do here? Didn't he ask you to visit the flower market? ”

Bitong immediately blushed: "People are kind enough to come back to accompany you......"

"Ah, it turned out to be 'back', I'm really getting older and more useless, and I forgot when you got married, Bitong......"

Bi Tong stomped her foot angrily: "People are kind...... The girl knows how to make others happy and ignore you! ”

Turned around and lifted the emerald brocade curtain to go out, and then Yu'er's immature laughter came: "Sister Bitong's face is red, like a bride passing through the door......"

"You little scoundrel, tell me quickly, did your mother teach you to play tricks on me?"

"No, no, it's Brother Jiang's ...... who taught it"

Cheng Xueyan couldn't help laughing.

Sometimes fate is really a strange thing, you forget it, but it will remember you, and then come to the door at the right time, so that you can't hide, let alone ...... That's what you're looking forward to.

After living in Jiqing Street, Cheng Xueyan made a living by designing jewelry and applying makeup to Qinglou women. At first, it was quite difficult, because the gold shopkeeper moved her family to other places three months ago, and she could not reach an agreement with other jewelers for a while......

At that time, she went out early and returned late, and the affairs of the family were handed over to Bitong.

Bi Tong saw that his master was busy, but he was a subordinate and enjoyed his success, so he was restless, and after repeatedly making up his mind, he knocked on the door of a family next to him.

She struggled for a long time under the gaze of the cleanly dressed old woman in the door, and said, "Dare to ask Madame's family if there are any clothes that need to be washed?" ”

The old woman looked her up and down, and said, "Come in." ”

Bi Tong happily took the bag of clothes she packed out, and was about to leave, when she suddenly snorted: "Is it a vegetable paste?" ”

The old woman was startled and hurried to the kitchen, only to see black smoke billowing from the stove, and the contents of the pot had been boiled to the point that it had lost its appearance, and she had burned her hands when she moved the stove in a hurry.

Bitong hurriedly and skillfully helped her set everything up, and quickly made two side dishes with good color and fragrance from the rest of the ingredients on the cutting board.

The old woman's eyes were both appreciative and surprised, and she seemed to ask a few words casually, but she inquired carefully, just to find out where she came from.

Bitong only said that her family was in trouble, and she moved here with her master, and she was in an embarrassing situation for a while, so she planned to make a living for people's laundry.

The old woman was silent for a long time, and finally said, "The clothes are not changed every day, but the meals are indispensable for three meals." ”

Later, he decided that Bitong would take care of his own food, and pay two dollars a month.

Bitong was happy, but she didn't explain it to Cheng Xueyan. Until late one night half a year later, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Bitong went out to inquire until dawn, although her face was tired, her eyes flashed with excitement, and her cheeks were slightly red.

Cheng Xueyan also found that her whereabouts were strange during this time, and she had no time to ask in detail, so she hurried out again. But when I came back in the evening, I saw her sitting on the Taishi chair in the hall, stroking a folding fan in her hand, and her eyes were stupid. When the fingers moved, you can clearly see the words "Spring Dream" and "Morning Cloud" written on the fan bone.

If she hadn't seen her again today, she would have forgotten about it.

Many years ago, on the Buddha Bathing Festival, she and Bitong met a merry scholar by the Xihu Lake, and the fan was given by him, and it is said that the painting on it is still ......

The name jumped out of her heart, but she pressed it back, and when she turned around to leave, a question popped up.

When the house was raided, all the property was confiscated, how did Bitong snatch this fan? She hadn't seen it before, so how could she be today......

When there was a knock on the door, she saw that Bitong was still in a fugue and was too empty, so she had to open the door.

"It's you?!"

"You ......"

A young man outside the door was surprised, but she didn't know where his joy came from.

"The girl doesn't recognize me? Under the surname Jiang, the table word ......"

At this time, Bitong heard the movement and rushed out. As soon as the two looked at each other, Bi Tong immediately blushed.

The man hurriedly said: "My mother just drank the medicine, and she only read the millet porridge boiled by Sister Bitong......"

Bitong answered, didn't ask her for instructions, and went out with her head down.

The scholar followed, but he glanced back at her, stopped, and bowed respectfully, his face slightly red.

She stood there stunned.

Bitong ...... Folding fan...... River...... Xihu ......

Could it be ......

Bi Tong, Bi Tong, I couldn't keep anything in the past, but I just suppressed this matter for a long time......

Fortunately, things in the world are so coincidental, they come and go, and she deliberately leaks the "heavenly machine", and the two of them know their minds. It's been almost three years, Jiang Xiaolou has already reached the age of marrying, and the Jiang family is even more anxious to hold his grandson, but Bitong has been delaying again and again, and now he is twenty-five years old.

She knew that it was because of her own drag, but Bitong was also dead-eyed, this is only separated by a wall, how can there be anything that can't be taken care of?

She shook her head secretly, this time, as soon as the courtyard door rang, Qitong appeared at the door, and her red face was even more moving against the backdrop of the sideburns camellia.

"The master sent the slave and maid to invite the eldest girl back to the house for the Chinese Valentine's Day."

She looked at Bitong's joy and smiled: "Will this be safe to go to the moon before the flower?" ”

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"Xue Yan, are you really not moving back to live in the house?"

Walking along the garden path, Cheng Zhunhuai took a serious look at his daughter and found that although she was despairing, her spirit was much better than before.

"Dad, you will ask once you come back......"

She carefully brushed away a broken hair from her father's shoulder, accidentally catching a glimpse of his sideburns...... There were a few more silver threads, and I didn't feel stunned.

"Alas, my father is old and has a bad memory." Cheng Zhunhuai smiled: "I used to just want to protect you by my side, but I always didn't take good care of you, which made you suffer a lot." You're right, no matter how good this house is, it's just a beautiful cage, but you're outside, and my dad is a little worried......"

"It's been so many years, when has my father ever complained about his daughter? Have you ever suffered a loss? ”

"It's okay, the situation in the DPRK and China is changing, and I can't guarantee that it will ...... one day."

"Where's Daddy? Is Dad very Tailai now, rising step by step......"

"You girl, you're more and more able to make your father happy......"

Cheng Xueyan smiled mischievously and picked the hosta flower to play with.

"Dad, I saw Qitong just now, she and her brother ......"

Cheng Zhunhuai sighed: "Qitong is really a good girl, she followed us to the countryside back then, and she worked hard and rushed to do it, never saying that she was tired." If Cangyi's injury hadn't been taken care of by her, his arm might have ......."

"In my opinion, my brother has always had her in his heart, but he felt sorry for his sister-in-law at the beginning, so he ......"

"If you say I'm sorry, I'm sorry Qu Shangshu, he only has a daughter under his knees...... Now that Mrs. Qu is ill, Qu Shangshu has returned to her hometown...... Maybe I really did something wrong, if I didn't ask the emperor for marriage back then...... Now it's three people by mistake, and Le Yao is still ...... Cangyi couldn't let go, and it was hard for Qitong's girl to wait. ”

"Sincerely, the gold and stone are open, I think my brother will ...... one day"

"Alas, the knot is hard to solve. A few days later, General Han also returned to Beijing to report on his work, General Han's body and bones are getting worse and worse, all of them are old injuries recurrence, he may have to stay longer when he comes back this time, Cangyi has already handed over a fold to the emperor, hoping to garrison the border city......"

"Brother, it's better to let Qitong ......" She suddenly remembered that Le Feng followed Han Jiangzhu to the border city back then, and thus achieved a good story.

"You are all older, you have your own ideas, and Dad doesn't want to interfere anymore, it's just that Dad wants to ask you something, the people of the Gu family have been looking for you, and you plan to ......"

Cheng Xueyan lowered her head, turned the hosta flower between her fingers, and did not speak.

"It's been so long, since he's looking for you, and now even the emperor is alarmed, there must be a reason for it......"

"What could be the reason? What should have been said has been made very clear, shouldn't he be worried that if I regret it, he will miss his life because he didn't have a letter of resignation at that time? ”

"Dad always thinks that the fate between you ......"

"What else can it be? No matter how much fate there is, after so many things, and after so many years, it should be broken......"

As he spoke, he had already arrived at Weilan Pavilion.

The flowering season has passed, and only the shiny leaves are swaying in the wind.