Qu Leyao was standing under a plum tree.

A few days ago, this thousand cinnabar swelled out a lot of buds, but it was not blooming, and Qingxue said that it would wait for the New Year to bloom to report the good news. She still didn't believe it, she didn't want to get up in the morning, and when she saw the buds blooming, the heavy snow and the branches couldn't hide the purple red delicateness, and the fragrance of Qingfen slipped like a waterfall, seeping into the thick snow, and even the snow was fragrant mist.

Although there is only one plum blossom in the courtyard, it dyes the ink wing dwelling point full of spring.

Just like their own heart, the original sea of snow was boundless, only in a casual corner bloomed a small flower, the small flower secretly spit fragrant, and gradually made this sea of snow into a sea of flowers, although from time to time there is a cold wind blowing, but it is still fragrant, overflowing the chest.

Cheng Cangyi had already seen her standing under the plum tree, running two steps, but stopped again.

In the white cold, a layer of delicate purple and red floated like clouds, like a brilliant peach blossom on that spring day.

The man in the big red feather satin cloak under the tree looked at the cloud infatuatedly, occasionally raising his hand to climb down a branch and gently sniff the fragrance of flower petals.

The snow fell with the fragrance of flowers, dancing around her into a light mist.

He didn't dare to disturb her, and he didn't know what to ask, so he should have turned and retreated, but he stood there inexplicably, looking at the little red in the snow.

"Bang ......"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, which broke the silence of the early morning, and shook the snow clusters on the plum branches, startling the flower admirers.

A little girl had already run to open the door.

A young man in Tsing Yi broke in, and he didn't ask anyone to say goodbye, but only pulled his neck and shouted out in a different tone: "Something happened to the little boy!"

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Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, New Year's candle.

There are a few fewer eyesores, and continuing to look forward to the family carnival is what Du Mizhen is satisfied with.

Looking around, I saw my son sitting under the red candle in a madder red brocade jacket, which looked more and more pink, and my heart was filled with indescribable sweetness and pride.

Who said she was destined to have no children? She sneered, the words of the monk and Taoist priest were extremely unbelievable, otherwise Tang Fanrou had gone to the temple to worship for so many years, why didn't she even ask for half a child?

What does it mean to conform to the will of God? It's all man-made!

She was originally the concubine of a rich man from a foreign country, and she was not favored at home. As soon as she was married, her mother-in-law asked someone who was a big official in the imperial court to kiss her. nominally hopes that she will marry into a wealthy family and live a noble life, but in fact, it is just to get rid of her, a thorn in her side.

Although she didn't want to be a concubine, because her mother was a concubine, and she was looked down upon, she didn't want her children to suffer the same sin. However, it is said that the person who married is the Ministry of Rites, and there are only two daughters under his knees, and his wife is weak and sickly, and he will die when he can't do it......

That's it.

As she wished, Chu Qianrou died soon.

The position of Mrs. Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites is vacant, and the person who came to the matchmaker naturally has to step through the threshold.

It's impossible not to worry, but fortunately, Cheng Zhunhuai only misses Mrs. Chu and has no intention of marrying a newcomer.

This is a good opportunity, she already has a daughter, although she entered the door later than Tang Fanrou, but it can be regarded as an equal, if she takes advantage of this to give birth to a son, then the mother will be more expensive than the son......

Coincidentally, just when she was three months pregnant again and sitting in the garden to soak in the warm spring sun, she suddenly heard Duan Mama walking on the veranda saying that Tang Fanrou was also pregnant, and it was also three months......

Her hands and feet were cold at the moment, Tang Fanrou, Tang Fanrou, I see you silently on weekdays, blindly smiling at people, and always call me "sister" enthusiastically when she sees me, but it turns out to be a dog that doesn't bark!

I was in a hurry, and there was a cramp in my lower abdomen, and the personal maid Youcui hurriedly helped her back to the room, and called the doctor to come for treatment.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

Although Youcui was only twelve years old at the time, she was very good at observing words and feelings, and she knew very well what her master wanted, so she comforted her with kind words: "Although there are also over there, who knows whether the birth is male or female, dead or alive?" Besides, it's hard to say whether you can survive these seven months in peace? ”

When she first heard it, she was startled, and she couldn't help but re-examine the little girl around her who had only been with her for four years.

In order not to cause trouble to Xiao Wall and ensure "safety", she deliberately chose such an outstanding-looking and honest girl, how do you know that she still has such a heart? However, her heart also lit up, and she smiled weakly but knowingly: "I was just feeling unwell just now, probably because spring had just arrived, and it was still a little cold in the garden, so I sat on the stone for a long time...... Didn't the doctor also say that the first three months should be the most careful? ”

Youcui said "yes" again and again.

"You're still a child, you have to know what to say and what not to say. The ...... just now Just talk about it in private, don't ......"

"The slave knows what is wrong." Youcui hurriedly knelt down.

"Get up, I'm not trying to punish you, you're still young, I don't know how important it is, but since you're my girl, I can't watch you be stupid. Be careful in everything in the future, don't let people take the handle. Du Mizhen especially emphasized that "you are my girl".

Youcui naturally knows it.

"As soon as the slave maid entered the house, she was picked by the lady to serve left and right, and the slave and maid knew that they were clumsy, how could they serve the lady? Thanks to Madame for not giving up, the slave and maid are grateful, and they are only willing to serve Madame with all their hearts......"

"What lady slave slave? If this master and his subordinates get along for a long time, they will be like a family......"

"Madame said so, but she killed the slave and maid......"

Du Mizhen smiled slightly: "This family is like a tree and a vine, the tall tree is the vine, and the tree is down, the vine is dead, do you understand this truth?" ”

How could Youcui not understand, and hurriedly knocked to the ground: "Slave and maid keep it in mind. ”

Since then, Tang Fanrou has always made some small mistakes, either she almost fell or was suddenly frightened, or she was constantly sick and unhappy, but she still persevered until she gave birth in October, although it was a male fetus, but it was dead...... At the same time, there was a loud cry from the Zang Zhenxuan in the North Courtyard......

"Congratulations to the master, congratulations to the master, Cheng Mansion has added another little boy......"

Since then, fate, including the power of the Cheng Mansion, has been firmly in his own hands.

It's not that she didn't see Tang Fanrou often sitting in the garden to issue certificates...... Also, if the boy is alive, I'm afraid it won't be her Du Mizhen who will become the lady of the third grade.

Heaven is not as good as people!

Of course, she didn't do anything, it was she Tang Fanrou who didn't have this life! At the beginning, the Taoist priest said that she was destined to have no children, and said that Tang Fanrou was the life of his wife, but now he should really find the Taoist priest and let him see what the real lady is!

She put on the tolerance of her wife, tried her best to make a quiet and kind smile like Chu Qianrou, and cared about Tang Fanrou, who had lost her beloved son and lost the opportunity to compete with her wife by the way.

Tang Fanrou's gaze that seemed to know everything made her a little weak and angry, and she finally became angry, but she couldn't find a loophole to blame a person who only knew how to back down and was respectful to herself. It's just that every time she looked at herself, especially with a smile that was too gentle to see a trace of impurities, she wanted to smash that smiling face with something.

She suspected that she was hiding a knife in her smile, and she had no intentions!

But she suddenly believed in the Buddha, and when she said goodbye, her smile became more and more kind, and there was a bit of a taste of early tenderness. No wonder the old man always looked at her twice. But what's the use? Since she has no son, what can she fight with? Besides, she can pack a ticket and say that she Tang Fanrou will never be able to give birth to a boy and a girl!

And Cheng Zhunhuai is not a lustful person, and his position is even more unbreakable. Although life seems to be a little difficult during this time, it is not very good, as long as there is a son......

Cangpeng is already nine years old, and everything in Cheng Mansion will be his in a few years, isn't this the day he worked so hard for? As for Cheng Cangyi...... Hmph, just with his temper, as long as she is willing to use her brains...... There is no hurry, there is still time......

The candles are hazy, the laughter is poured, and the wine is tempting......

In a good mood, let Du Yingzi come crazy and take the blue and white peony pattern wine jug to break her mouth and pour it in.

was so drunk, but he refused to leave, because he wanted to keep the year until dawn. It's just that I couldn't hold on and took a nap, but when I woke up, I found that my son was gone.

She thought it was just naughty and went to play elsewhere, but after waiting for a long time, she disappeared.

The room was full of wine, laughter, Du Yingzi was playing leaf play with the same people, and there was a circle of people pointing fingers outside.

She thought her son was watching the fun.

Push through the crowd...... Missing.

After looking around, even the embroidery curtains of the densely embroidered bats with Ruyi patterns on the ground were opened one by one to see...... Or not.

Fang got up in a hurry and yelled.

The excitement of the house was silent for a moment, and when they heard that the little boy was gone, everyone seemed to be relieved: "Xu is going out to play, it's so lively outside, then I will see him and the grandmothers are going out to set off firecrackers......"

Everyone is just playing, and they don't care about her as a lady. Recently, this has been the case, including Du Yingzi......

The room was full of people, and only Youcui saw her rushing out angrily, hesitated for a moment, and followed.

It was extremely cold outside, and after only two steps, people were frozen to the core, and they were in a hurry to go out, and they didn't even tie their cloaks.

Youcui's teeth chattered: "Madam, on such a cold day, even if the little boy goes out, I'm afraid he will freeze back......"

Madame glanced at her, and her gaze was colder than the cold wind, and the pain on her face was raw.

She didn't dare to make a sound, and clung to her wife, as if it would be warmer.

There was an occasional firecracker in the yard, and a firework might bloom in the middle of the sky, and the two of them ran towards the light along the sound, but there was never a shadow of the little boy.

Huan Pengzhai also went, only the two left-behind grandmothers were fighting wine, and said in unison that they hadn't seen the little master come back at all.

Du Mizhen was flustered, her footsteps were also out of rhythm, she fell down several times, and broke her hands and face, but she didn't feel pain.

Youcui was scared: "The little boy likes to go to Yanran Pavilion the most on weekdays, but now I heard that the eldest girl is sick, maybe ......"

Before the words fell, Du Mizhen ran towards Yanran Pavilion.

The master and servant were both sleepy-eyed and frightened, but she didn't want them to see such a lost soul, so she only glanced around quickly, and hurried away.

"Little boy may have had enough, this will already be back in Bicui Hall......"

So I rushed back to Bicui Hall.

The crowd was crowded, and Ye Zixi opened two more tables, but where is the shadow of his son?