The twenty-first year of Yuan'an, August 15.

It is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the full moon hangs high. Outside the red lacquer wall, the staggered and noisy singing and dancing make the silence of the moment.

"Miss." Bai Shuang came out of the inner room, saw the girl sitting in front of the door in a daze, couldn't help sighing, walked to her and sat down, and asked, "What is Miss looking at?" ”

The girl did not answer, when did it start? She became silent, cold, like a doll.

Depressed, even the air became heavy.

Bai Shuang didn't seem to notice, so he pretended to speak easily, "It's the fifteenth today, the Mid-Autumn Festival." ”

"Yes, on this day three years ago, my mother died of illness." The girl said suddenly, without a hint of sadness in her flat tone.

Bai Shuang was stunned for a moment, and said with a light smile, "Miss, whether Lord Shanggong is there or not, she hopes that you can live happily." She smiled beautifully, but the girl could clearly see tears in the corners of her eyes.

Happiness?

The girl looked around, and the ruined house, with dead trees and leaves, was lifeless, like a prison. Only the door plaque directly above the "Koyanagi-an" vaguely retains the elegance of many years ago.

Mother, is this the happiness you gave me with your life?

"Bai Shuang, do you think I still have happiness now?" The girl asked.

"Miss, you are the fourth daughter of the famous General Helu of the Dongli Dynasty, and you will definitely marry a prince and nobleman in the future, this is what she promised and promised Madame." The "she" in Bai Shuang's mouth is General Lu's wife-Li Yuzhi.

"Really?" The girl turned her head to look at her and said word by word, "Bai Shuang, I'm Wei Nu'er." ”

Yes, not surnamed Lu.

Her father refused to give her a surname.

He hated the slaves, and he hated her mother!

Wei Fuliu, what a nice name.

Mother, as beautiful as her name.

She is beautiful, with the posture of a weeping willow and a beautiful wind lotus. She is virtuous, Tongqin, chess, calligraphy and painting, female red embroidery.

She is the first female official with rank in the Xia Dynasty, and she is a beauty admired by all the sons of Kyoto.

is such a perfect and noble person, but he is committed to Lu Zhi to become a concubine.

Since then, Kyoto's reputation has ceased to be extinct.

The weeping willow style will be successful or failed in a blink of an eye, and the willow withered leaves are buried under the loess of the general's mansion.

Pitiful, pathetic, weeping.

Wei Nu'er slowly stood up and knelt down towards the place where the bright moon was hanging. He lit two white candles in front of his knees, and threw the yellowed paper money in his hand into the brazier one by one with a blank expression.

And this afterlife worship is the only thing I can do for you, Mother.

The wind was blowing. On the copper basin, the flames are beating.

There was a sudden overflow of unspeakable sadness in my heart. Growing up, she never understood her mother's choice.

Obviously, there are countless comfortable avenues to walk, but I chose the most difficult and saddest one.

A pair of black-veined cloud brocade shoes suddenly appeared in the gray sight, embroidered with gold thread with dark pictures, and a little light was faintly refracted in the dark night.

A gloomy question came from overhead, "What are you doing?" ”

Wei Nu'er looked up at him—

Her father, Lu Zhi.

He has horizontal eyebrows, sharp eyes, and a deep anger around him. He never restrained his disgust and disgust in front of her eyes, because for him, Wei Nu'er was a shame and a stain.

"Mourning for the death of my mother." Wei Nu'er said word by word.

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly became angry and kicked the brazier. The fireball rolled to the ground, and the bright light fluttered a few times, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye, and dispersed with the wind.

"General." This low call was extremely gentle. There was a beautiful woman standing beside Lu Zhi, it was the eldest lady Li Shiyuzhi.

"The fourth lady is a piece of filial piety, why should she be so angry? The rules will no longer be *that's it. Li Shi gently persuaded to calm Lu Zhi's anger, and then said to the slave with kind words, "Fourth Miss, although today is the death day of the third lady, but in the end, the Mid-Autumn Festival is also a festive day for family reunion. At this time, you are making an altar to mourn the dead, which is indeed out of line with the rules and is very unlucky. ”

Lu Zhi snorted coldly, "The mud can't support the wall." How can I be the fourth lady of my general's mansion without rules and rules. ”

Wei Nu'er raised her head and stubbornly argued, "Dad, that's my mother!" ”

"Bold!" Lu Zhi reprimanded sharply, "There is only one mother, and that is your mother-in-law." ”

Bai Shuang hurriedly stepped forward and knelt with her, and lowered his voice in her ear to comfort, "Miss, it's always bad for you to rush into the general like this, be obedient and soft." ”

Wei Nu'er knew that Bai Shuang was afraid, she was afraid that Lu Zhi would hurt herself in anger, just like when he took advantage of the strength of wine to end Wei Yi's life with one sword.

Wei Yi is her younger brother. A little boy who loves to laugh.

At the age of six, he died at the hands of his own father.

And she, the girl named Weinuer, hid in the closet and witnessed everything.

I still remember that at that time, she hugged her arms and tried to warm herself. But she knew that the bone-piercing cold couldn't warm her no matter how she covered it.

"I'm sorry, father."

Her voice was like the wind of the night, filled with chill.

Lu Zhi saw her admit her mistake, and his face softened slightly, "It's not enough for Xiaoliuan to have only Bai Shuang alone." Madam, send two mothers over another day to teach well, don't lose face in the General's Mansion at the Qiongguang banquet. ”

Qiongguang Banquet...... Li glanced at the woman kneeling on the ground, only to realize that she looked very much like her mother when she bowed her head. A gentle smile curled up at the corner of his lips to hide the fierceness in his eyes, and Li nodded, "It's the concubine's negligence." Tomorrow, the concubine will send Fang Gu and Cai'er to Xiaoliu'an. ”

Lu Zhi didn't want to stay here for a long time, so he glanced at the slave before leaving, his brows furrowed slightly, "Bai Shuang, help the fourth miss to get up, what is the fourth miss of the dignified general's mansion kneeling on the ground." ”

Bai Shuanglian said yes, helped the slave beside him up, and when he looked up again, there was no one in sight at the intersection of the trail.

The moonlight is blurred, and the shadows of the trees are swaying. The slave stood still, staring fixedly ahead. For a long time, "Bai Shuang, you came out of the palace with your mother, right?" ”

"Miss Hui, as soon as Shanggong arrived at Xianfu Palace, the slave maid has been serving on the side. Until now, I have served you, Miss. Whenever she recalls the past, Bai Shuang can always temporarily forget the difficulties of the present, she likes to smile shallowly, like a storyteller, and slowly tell her about the things in the palace in the past in the monk's palace.

But she never mentioned anything about Shang Gong and the general. Whenever the slave asked, she could only smile bitterly, as if she had touched some sadness.

Bai Shuang thought that the slave was going to ask about the past again, and just wanted to speak, but the slave asked first, "What is Qiongguang Banquet?" ”

"Huh?" Bai Shuang didn't expect it, but he still replied, "The Qiongguang Banquet is held every three years, and each time it is held in December. Presided over by the Queen Mother herself, officials above the third grade need to bring all their children to participate, and those below the third grade are invited. The name is He Shengshi Taiping, and the whole world celebrates. ”

The slave didn't answer, quietly waiting for Bai Shuang's unfinished words.

"In fact, it is to find candidates for the children of the royal family and match them. Many of them are also favored by His Majesty. It's a feast. Bai Shuang finished speaking in one breath, and for a moment it seemed that he had returned to the Shanggong Bureau. The scenes of the past flashed in front of me like a white horse.

Facing the bright moon, the slave smiled.

She squatted down and picked up the paper money that had been scattered all over the ground, whole and broken, one by one.

Mother, your love, slave bears.

But who will bear my hatred?

You died so tragically, but no one in this world knows the whole you except Bai Shuang. Even I, as your daughter, can't get into your past.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Bai Shuang was really distressed when he saw her thin and pitiful appearance. She is only ten years old, and her eyes, which should be just and bright, are full of sadness and indifference all the time.

Wei Nu'er raised her eyes slightly and looked at the small steps in front of her, and said to herself, "When I was a child, every Mid-Autumn Festival, my mother would sit there with me in her arms. She said, slave, the place that people yearn for is always kind and beautiful. Just like the moon on the horizon, people always wait for its brightest and most complete day of the year. ”

"But why ......," the slave suddenly burst into tears, "but I feel that the waning moon is not full, and the dark night is boundless?" ”

She trembled slightly, weeping silently, hot tears streaming down her pale face.

Bai Shuang held the slave in his arms and whimpered and shouted, "Miss, you are very good, you have done a good job." The moon will be full, the sky will be bright, everything will be fine, everything will be fine......"

Bai Shuang didn't know that at this moment, she was also full of tears.

Why, at the same age -

There are those who have all things and have all love.

Some people are blinded, desolate and lonely.

Some people are rich and noble all their lives, and their clothes are not stained.

Some people are clothed with thorns and covered with wind and frost.

Some people respect relatives and friends, and their homes are prosperous.

Some people are disgusted by their mothers and fathers, and they are lonely.

She didn't understand, never did.

She only knew that her four girls were suffering from injuries that did not belong to such an age.

The slave leaned on her shoulder, tears soaking her gray clothes, "Bai Shuang, I don't think I can do it." I promised my mother, but I can't do it. ”

Before her mother died, she promised. She wants to get rid of her glory, put away her ambitions, be an ordinary person, and live a dull life in peace, mediocre to death.

She endured day after day, year after year, just for that promise.

She hid her unwillingness and hatred in the bottom of her heart, but accidentally blossomed and bore fruit.

"Bai Shuang, you'll always be with me, right?"

"Miss, Bai Shuang will accompany you for a lifetime."

"Even if I go against my mother's wishes?"

"As long as that's what you want, even if Shang Gong blames me on the Huangquan Road, Bai Shuang won't regret it."

"Bai Shuang, thank you."

The slave leaves her embrace, such warmth, once you have it, you can't give it up.

The evening breeze is cool and thin, and the moon shadow is swaying.

Wei Nu'er stood in front of Bai Shuang, a small man who was as small as Bai Shuang's shoulders, but such a thin girl had to support a piece of the world on her own.

No one knows what kind of beautiful woman this will be.

How can a person who was born to live for the darkness be afraid of the darkness? How can a person who steals life in the dark be cowardly?

How can a man who was born to live for the darkness be afraid of the darkness?