This night, Song Weiwei did not leave in Song's mother's courtyard.

The night was soft, the moonlight was hazy, the stars were blurred, the candles were shining, and the wind was beating against the broken windows.

Song Wei closed her eyes slightly, quietly leaned on the side of Song's mother's bed, and quietly listened to Song's mother talk about her childhood fun, it turned out that Song's mother had already made a lifelong decision when she was not married to Song Zhinian, but the feud between the two families was broken up like this, and what Song Weiwei didn't expect was that the person turned out to be... Situ Miu. Because she doesn't like Song Zhinian, she has been depressed all these years, and the only thing she is sorry for is this daughter.

Mother Song frowned slightly when she said this, and sometimes she vomited heavily, and the torture of illness made her lose her former vitality.

In Song Weiwei's view, Song's mother's life is too short, so short that people don't have time to savor it, and it disappears with smoke. In the end, it will not be able to withstand time and temptation, and it will not be able to resist the dispersion and impact. It's so fragile, as fragile as a piece of paper, and it cracks at the slightest touch.

In the middle of the night, Mother Song dreamed of Situ Miao, everything was only as first seen, everything was so innocent and flawless... I don't understand the wind and the moon, I don't understand the sadness, I don't tell the love, I don't go to the morning and twilight, it's better to follow the shadow, and I won't be unforgettable, but we all remember each other, in the best years, who will meet...

Song Wei looked at Song Mu, tears on the bed slipped down from the corners of her eyes, Song Wei silently reached out to wipe her tears, and when she was dying, Song Mu closed her eyes and whispered what she was talking about.

Song couldn't hear it slightly, so she had to bend down and attach her ears before she heard: "Mo'er, my mother is sorry for you" Song Mu kept repeating this sentence.

Song stiffened slightly, and whispered, It's okay that you can go and reunite with the real Mo'er, and I don't have to feel guilty for not taking care of you.

Song Mu's eyes moved slightly, then her head moved slightly, her mouth also moved, and finally her whole body twitched and slowly calmed down.

Song walked to the window slightly, and a strong sense of loneliness struggled desperately in his heart. . . I felt very cold and cold.

Piaoka-in

When it is almost dawn, the fragrance courtyard is still hung with red lights, lively and abnormal, looking for women or soft or crisp laughter, upstairs and downstairs fragrant and charming, men and women hugging and hugging, red, pink and green silk, slow singing and dancing, swallow thin ring fat, short skirt, wisps of fragrance accompanied by the sound of the spread of the fragrance.

In one of the Accords, in order to avoid people's eyes, Song Zhinian and five other adults in civilian clothes were in Piaoxiang Courtyard all day today, several people sat around the table, there were all kinds of jade plates and delicacies on the table, I don't know what to talk about, one of them had a tangled eyebrow on his face, and his tone revealed a trace of irritability, he suddenly got up and waved his sleeves to overturn the cups and plates on the table.

In the end, the man went away in anger, and the rest looked at each other.

Song Zhinian had no choice but to comfort them and said: "Don't panic, Lord Hu is an upright person, and he will not leak what we are talking about today."

A middle-aged man with wrinkles on his face said in a bad tone: "Lord Song, you spread this matter, and you are fully responsible."

Song Zhinian's eyes looked at him with interest: "I'm responsible, what responsibility do I bear, I didn't tie you up here, you will come to explain that it means the same, don't you?"

After a pause, Song Zhinian observed their expressions, several people pondered, and Song Zhinian continued: "The emperor has no place to turn over, the palace is controlled by Concubine Lin and cut off food and grass, they are now unable to protect themselves, how can they care about us ants?"

The middle-aged man's tone was somewhat relieved, "But... In any way, we are all rebellion."

"It's come to this point, you can only choose one of the two, I just said the plan, the words have been said here, it's your business to disagree, I'll wait for your news" After speaking, he opened the door and walked out.

After a while, the remaining four people talked in detail for a while, and finally slapped the table and finalized it, and followed Song Zhinian.

In fact, Song Zhinian did not go far, but pricked up his ears and lay on his stomach in the inconspicuous corner of the window, and when he heard what he wanted, he smiled and his eyes flashed with excitement.

Song Zhinian has been an official for fifteen years, and he has seen other colleagues rising step by step, but he is wandering around in the same place, not being valued, and only squeezing into these people by his own means, wanting to climb the festival in one step, this is his last chance.

And Song Weiwei happened to take a fancy to his thoughts, so the two hit it off.