Early spring and February are the seasons when the rivers thaw and everything grows.

In the embroidery building in the backyard of Murong Mansion, a five-year-old girl sat in front of the dresser, her face was not as round and white as her peers, and the whole person was very thin, with a pair of almond eyes full of ignorance, looking strange and pitiful.

She sat obediently on the embroidery pier, and the embroidery rubbed balm on her little face.

Xiuhe was only a little older than her, with a delicate face, and said with a smile: "Miss, the slave maid heard that there is a big man in the front yard!" ”

"Big shots?"

"The slave doesn't know who it is."

While the two were talking, a grandmother came in with a bowl of black things, "Miss, it's time to drink medicine." ”

Little Murong Yan immediately pinched her nose, "You go away, I don't want to drink that thing!" ”

"Miss doesn't drink medicine, how can her body get better? This is a great tonic medicine, and gold is expensive. As she spoke, she walked over.

"I don't drink!" Murong Yan stood up, pushed her away and ran outside.

The scenery in the garden of Murong Mansion was excellent, and little Murong Yan sat on the stone by the stream, crying vigorously.

Not far away, there was a young man in white, pretending to hold a folding fan, and when he heard the faint cry, he turned his head to look.

He looked through a few apricot blossom trees, and sure enough, he saw a little girl wearing an apricot-yellow dress, sitting on a stone with her knees crossed, and looking from behind, her figure was very thin.

The little guy who led the way smiled and said: "That is the young lady in the house, the young lady is not in good health, and she has to drink a bowl of bitter medicine every day." Today, I have taken bitter medicine again, and I am sad here. Miss always cries like this. ”

The young man's smile was full of ghosts, and he didn't go forward with the little guy, he turned his steps and walked to Murong Yan's side, "I heard, you took bitter medicine?" ”

Murong Yan raised her head, she didn't know this young man, so she wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and twisted her little face full of tears to the side: "What do I eat, what do you have to do with it?" I don't know you. ”

The boy sat down beside her, with a smile between his eyebrows: "What a silly girl!" It's just a bowl of bitter medicine, and it's worth your crying like this? ”

"I'm not crying because I drank bitter medicine!" Murong Yan pursed her lips and looked at the young man, wanting to say something, but she turned her little face arrogantly, "You are stupid, you won't understand it if you tell you." ”

"But if you cry like this, you will cry and hurt your body."

As the young man spoke, he picked up a small pebble and flipped it in his palm, looked at the two mandarin ducks swimming around in the lake, said "Look", and threw the stone out directly.

Murong Yan raised her eyes and saw that the small stone made a splash on the surface of the lake, causing the two mandarin ducks to swim away in embarrassment and shake off the water.

She thought it was funny, and couldn't help laughing, and suddenly someone stuffed a stone in her palm, "You try it too." ”

She glanced at the picturesque boy and threw the small stone out with great eagerness.

The stone landed right next to one of the mandarin ducks, and it was so frightened that it plunged into the water, revealing only a fart and a strand outside, and after a while it dared to poke its head out and look around, as if looking for the murderer.

Murong Yan laughed heartily, "It's so fun! What's your name? ”

The corner of the young man's lips pursed a smile, remembering the person who was still talking to General Murong in the front yard, so he said casually: "Jun Tianlan, my name is Jun Tianlan." ”

Jun Tianlan......

Murong Yan recited it silently several times in her heart, and remembered the name carefully.

The young man shook the folding fan and said with a smile in his voice: "Remember, if you are in a bad mood in the future, you can just pick up stones and smash ducks." ”

That's not a duck, it's obviously a mandarin duck!

Murong Yan said in her heart, but asked again: "When I was in the room, I was in a worse mood. There are no ducks in the room, what should I smash? ”

"What a silly girl! Of course, it's touching what you smash. The young man said disappreciatively, and the folding fan shook more happily.

Murong Yan remembered his words, and felt cold again, so she hugged her knees: "Don't fan, it's so cold." It's not a big talent, what does a vassal elegance do? ”

As she spoke, the young lady lost her temper, suddenly reached out and grabbed the folding fan in his hand, and smashed it directly into the water.

The young man was stunned, then laughed and clapped his hands: "Good smash!" Can it be relieved? ”

Murong Yan's cheeks were slightly red, and she only turned her face away arrogantly and did not speak.

The young man smiled at the corner of his mouth, and asked again: "Do you like talents?" ”

"I like gentle people, preferably like what is written in the book, a humble son, gentle as jade......" Murong Yan tilted her head, "Daddy said that in the future, he will marry me to a gentleman who is as gentle as jade." ”

The boy stared at her distracted face, even though she was still so young, even though she looked skinny, but somehow, at this moment, her almond eyes were extraordinarily beautiful, as if they had been hidden in a whole spring.

His heart was inexplicably touched by these eyes, and he didn't hear what she said later, and only remembered in his heart that she liked a gentleman who was as gentle as jade.

That year, the apricot blossoms bloomed excellently.

And many years later, he worked hard to grow into a gentleman who was as gentle as jade, and he studied hard to become a real talent, but the little girl at the beginning no longer remembered him.

……

The rain was pouring down, and Han Tangzhi held a white-background paper umbrella painted with mandarin ducks, stepping on clogs and stepping on the rain.

On the streets, all the people rushed to and fro, and got under the eaves along the street to take shelter from the rain.

He walked alone in the heavy rain, the rain splashed the hem of his robe, but he didn't realize it, and only walked towards the National Teacher's Mansion step by step.

The clogs stepped on the bluestone slabs, and in the middle of the empty street, the sound was exceptionally clear.

Two apricot blossom trees were planted at the door of the large kitchen of the National Teacher's Mansion, and in July, the apricots had already borne full trees, and now under the heavy rain, a layer of residual apricots fell on the ground.

Han Tangzhi put away the umbrella under the eaves, and the guards guarding the door did not dare to stop him, he stepped into the threshold, and in the dim light, he saw Murong Yan lying on the ground.

Because of the needs of Dali Temple to investigate the case, the corpse and other objects cannot be moved.

Fortunately, it is raining heavily and the weather is suddenly cold, and the corpse is not decomposed.

He slowly crouched down, staring at the little white face, and there was still coagulated black blood at the corners of her lips, which looked shocking.

He took out a clean handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his little face clean for Murong Yan.

His movements were very slow, and his warm eyes were terrifyingly complicated at this time.

He stared at Murong Yan, she may be arrogant and rude, but he knew that the person he wanted to marry was her, the person he loved was her, and the person he wanted to spend his life with was also her.

She may have a thousand bad things, all kinds of bad things, but he knows that there is only one Murong Yan in this world.

His gaze fell to the ground, and there were delicate pastries scattered everywhere.

And in her hand, she also pinched a piece of apricot cheese that had been bitten in half.

"Silly girl......" Han Tangzhi gently took the apricot cheese from her hand and carefully put it into the plate, "Why do you love apricot cheese so much?" ”

His tone is extremely gentle, as if he is saying playful love words to a loved one.

He lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand, and carefully arranged Murong Yan's hair, "You said that you want to marry a humble gentleman who is as gentle as jade, and I can be regarded as a gentleman now?" You say I'm not a great talent, I've been studying hard all these years, and I can make good poems......"

"Silly girl, what you said, I, Han Tang Zhidu, have done it."

"Because, I want to marry you."

"I want to marry you, Murong Yan!"

He jerked up his voice, his large palm over her face trembling.

He knelt on the ground, closed his eyes, and finally, tears rained down.

The dust stained the hem of his delicate robe, and all the guards were stunned to look at this Han family son, who was famous for his gentleness and love in the capital, he grabbed Murong Yan's cold hand with one hand, and tightly grasped the clothes in his heart with the other, crying like a child who had lost everything.

It has always been shallow, but the love is deep.

The hot palms can't warm the cold soft wattles, and in this life, they will eventually become blue and yellow springs, separated by yin and yang.

And the torrential rain continues.

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