saw Du Xi'er's face change from shyness at the beginning to panic and complexity, to decisiveness as if she had made some decision, and then to sadness.

In a split second, all the thoughts were written on Du Xi'er's face: "What's wrong with Xi'er, is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

"No, it's fine." Du Xi'er, who was pulled back to his thoughts, pulled out his hand for the first time, and Yan Aoliu's heart instantly thought that he felt something like a loss.

"Then go back first, you have a good rest." After Yan Ao finished speaking, Du Xi'er nodded, turned around and left.

After Du Xi'er left, Yan Aoliu stood alone under the peach blossom tree, looking at the peach blossom tree and falling into deep contemplation.

This peach blossom tree has been planted here for almost seven or eight years, and Du Xi'er planted it with him in the years after they were still very young.

It's autumn, and the peaches of the tree are full of peaches, and the big peaches are hanging on the trees in red, and if it's spring, the petals of the flowers in the garden are flying all over the sky.

Memories slowly broke into Yan Aoliu's mind, when she was young, Du Xi'er was dressed in a pink and tender gauze skirt and ran to find herself with a withering peach tree in her arms, crying that she snatched it from Du Pingxuan's hands, and did not dare to plant it in Du Xiangfu, so she coaxed her for a while and took her to plant the withering peach tree in her yard with her own hands, and finally came back to life after her careful care, and then slowly grew into this thriving appearance today.

At the beginning of August, the autumn wind blows and rolls the yellow leaves falling, and the crowd in the street is sensational, all gathered together, from the city gate all the way to the palace gate, which is very lively.

"Have you heard, the younger brother of our hussar general, General Dingyuan, has returned from a victory." In the crowd, you and I discussed word by word.

"Hussar general? Is it the one who fought on the battlefield that made our Northern Indian Dynasty the strongest? ”

"Isn't it? Why hasn't North India produced one in recent years? ”

"No, I heard that although they are all the sons of Du Xiang, one is a concubine and the other is a concubine." The curious crowd in the crowd wiped their eyes, plucked out their ears, stretched their necks, and discussed, for fear of accidentally missing something important.

"Really? Really, it's not just where you got the news from? ”

"Isn't it true, my relatives have done miscellaneous labor in Du Xiangfu before." An older old man, standing in the crowd with a cane, said what he knew.

"Uncle, your relatives must not be in Du Xiang's Mansion now, Du Xiangye had already straightened out his concubine room last month, and now General Dingyuan is already considered a son-in-law." A man dressed as a young scholar began to contradict the old man.

"Oh, my relatives really haven't been working for a long time." The old man scratched his head embarrassedly and said.

"Hey, no, isn't it true that our wife in the Northern Indian Dynasty is not dead, can't we support the concubine as a flat wife? Or is that Du Shao dead? A fierce-looking rough man suddenly thought of something and asked the scholar, who was also stunned and thought for a while and said, "Didn't you die, didn't you send Princess Yi to marry half a month ago?" ”

"It seems that the matter of the flat wife was also in those days." The scholar thought of something again, and began to murmur in a low voice.

"This ......" The crowd was not talking, you look at me, I look at yours, and at this moment, there was a neighing of horses outside the city gate, accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves, into the crowd, but no one came but heard it.