The ancients had a leisurely life, and there were gatherings every day on the New Year's Festival, and the days passed quickly.

In a blink of an eye, it was the Shangyuan Festival, the day when Fu Jiuqu left Beijing.

The eldest princess let people calculate the auspicious day early, and it is appropriate to travel to take office on the seventeenth day of the first month.

The official ship has docked at the pier and is only waiting to leave the house tomorrow.

So this year's Shangyuan Festival is very different, the house is full of lights and has a reunion dinner. Inside and outside the palace, and in the temples, there are well-built color sheds and stages. Medicine puppets, spitting fire, swallowing iron swords, tonight's Bianjing City has all-night entertainment, and all kinds of celebration performances are overwhelming.

Accompanied by a few girls, Xin Yi watched the lanterns and lion dances on the streets of Daxiangguo Temple for a while and then returned.

The streets were crowded with people, and she didn't dare to linger with her body.

Pushing the door in, Fu Jiuqu was actually in the room, lying on her bed.

Xin Yi was a little surprised and stunned.

On the night of the Shangyuan Festival, some of the men were playing tricks, Fu Jiuqu would leave Beijing tomorrow, and Cai Qi had made an appointment with a few good brothers early and asked him out to prepare to play for a night, which was a practice.

Xin Yi felt that it should be so, and didn't ask.

Unexpectedly, he came back, and he was still lying on the bed alone in a daze.

"Didn't you drink with them?"

She motioned for the girls to stand aside, walked to the dresser herself, and removed the hairpin ring to comb her hair.

Fu Jiuqu laughed boredly, "What's the point of hooking the fence tile."

"Hmm." Xin Yi replied casually.

In her impression, Fu Jiuqu is also a man who doesn't linger much with women, in addition to tinkering with his equipment for a while, he is going into the study to read, write and paint, and his mind is full of his scientific research.

Such a person is actually worthy of respect.

Xin Yi turned his head to look at him, "Are you ready for those things?"

Fu Jiuqu: "Hmm."

Xin Yi saw that he didn't have anything ***, so he stopped the topic, "Then you go to bed early, Ming'er has to get up early to run."

As he spoke, seeing that he was about to get up, Xin Yi smiled.

"You'll sleep here tonight. I'm going to squeeze with Sannian."

Her original intention was that people were going to go far away, and they should sleep comfortably, and since he liked to sleep in this room, let him go.

However, her high style and brightness fell into Fu Jiuqu's eyes, but it was not like that.

Fu Jiuqu's face sank at a speed that could be seen.

Outside the window, there was a bleak cold wind, knocking the eaves with a crisp sound.

Under the dim candlelight, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and it took all his life's restraint to lower his throat to respond.

"Okay."

The voice fell, and there was no response.

He looked sideways, and only saw half of the pear skirt.

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Before dawn, the door of the house opened in the mist and cold wind.

Horse-drawn carriages lined up neatly outside the door, and the servants were moving their luggage into the carriages, which were about to be transported to the official ship.

The people who went to Yangzhou with Fu Jiuqu this time were all men, and there were not so many complicated belongings, but it was winter, and most of the clothes to keep out the cold were grand, which took up a lot of space. The eldest princess has always cherished her son, as if she was afraid that Yangzhou would not be able to buy it, so she packed up all the daily necessities and carried them to the carriage.

The three little ones got up early and stood on one side neatly dressed.

There was an incense table in front of the hall, Fu Jiuqu was silently offering incense, and the eldest princess was also whispering on the side.

Seeing that no one noticed her, Sannian secretly approached Zhou Daozi and pulled his hand.

"Master, you old man should take care of your health......

Zhou Daozi stroked his beard and smiled, "Don't worry, the little girl is studying hard in Beijing, don't forget the homework assigned by the master, if there is anything you don't understand, ask your mother."

Sannian nodded obediently, "When my mother gives birth to my little brother, the apprentice will come to Yangzhou to serve the master."

Zhou Daozi squinted his eyes at her and nodded lovingly.

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After worshipping, he turned his head and swept into the crowd, his eyes were blazing but cold and abnormal, and a ghostly wind seemed to be an eagle falcon in the morning light, so startled that Zhou Daozi shrank his hand and lowered his head to ask three thoughts.

"Where's your mother?"

Sannian said, "My mother vomited a lot last night and went to bed very late, so we didn't wake her up."

It's good to sleep a little longer, but if you don't come to see each other off at the right time, you're afraid of it......

Zhou Daozi frowned, only to see that Fu Jiuqu had already pulled his clothes and walked over, with a tall figure in the crowd, handsome and indifferent, and his dark eyes were covered with frost.

Yi Nian glanced at him and took the lead in stepping forward to salute.

"Farewell today, the mountains and rivers are a few degrees, Uncle Fu takes care of his body."

Fu Jiuqu's face turned slightly pale, touched his head, and looked at the second and third thoughts.

"Be obedient at home, study hard."

The three children echoed in unison.

Ernian didn't know anything about the world, and asked with a smile, "When will Uncle Fu return to Beijing?"

Fu Jiuqu glanced at the eyes around him, "At least one and a half years, at most three years and five years, it all depends on the will of the official family."

You can't return to Beijing without an edict.

Children don't understand the meaning of this sentence, but adults do.

If there is no official family to speak, he will not be able to set foot in Bianjing City for the rest of his life, which is equivalent to exile...

Zhao Yuqing's eyes were hot, and she was about to burst into tears.

"Son." Her throat choked, and her eyes were eager.

But all the instructions that should have been said have been said, and crying and crying when he goes out will inevitably affect his son's mood, Zhao Yuqing stopped her tears and barely showed a smile.

"My mother is not around, you have to take care of your own body, and you often write letters."

Fu Jiuqu nodded, glanced at the end of the bleak road, and looked as if he had crossed the heavy courtyard and looked at some unknown place.

"Mother's Take Care ......"

His voice was hoarse, and his lips pursed a cold arc, as if he couldn't bear to see his mother's sadness anymore, so he turned around and left.

"The hour is almost up, let's go."

"Ah Jiu ......"

Zhao Yuqing looked at her son's back, and her heart throbbed like suffocation, as if someone had gouged out her heart.

Although Yangzhou is the capital of Huainan and a rich land in the south of the Yangtze River, when the child leaves sight, the mother begins to worry that he will suffer, and he is even more worried that someone will embarrass him there......

Thousands of tears came to his eyes, but he only had to be admonished.

"Take care."

Fu Jiuqu didn't look back, took the reins of the horse from Sun Huai's hand, flicked the clothes, turned over on the horse, and waved lightly.

"Let's go—"

Before the voice fell, a low cry was heard from the crowd.

Xiao Sannian flattened his mouth and whimpered with red eyes, "Uncle Fu, be careful of the bad guys on the road."

Fu Jiuqu rarely showed a hint of a smile, "Silly boy, it's a bad guy on the road, be careful of Uncle Fu."

Ernian raised his arms high and waved vigorously, "Uncle Fu is mighty!"

Fu Jiuqu smiled lightly, and saw the eldest princess approaching in small steps, looking at herself with her eyes, and her nose suddenly soured.

It's an emotion that shouldn't have been.

Almost instantly, it boiled from the bottom of my heart, and I couldn't restrain it.

"Mother doesn't have to send it off." His voice was so gentle that he was surprised, "As soon as I arrive in Yangzhou, I will write to you to report your safety."

Zhao Yuqing nodded with tears, "Your daughter-in-law has been in poor health these days, and she vomits everything she eats, so I told them not to wake her up...... lest you two be sad to part. Don't blame her."

Fu Jiuqu hooked his lips and smiled, "No."

How could a woman be sad for him?

Fu Jiuqu turned his horse's head again and strode away.

The crowd followed him, slowly walking towards the long convoy.

"The King of the Counties—"

Xin Yi's low voice broke through the thick fog and came, clear and pleasant.

Fu Jiuqu subconsciously reined in the horse.

She walked in a hurry, and the apricots were round

Taoyu and the two girls were left behind, panting and trotting over, a light bedrobe loomed under the fox fur, the hair was only loosely pulled up, the ink seemed to be pouring down at any time, at a glance, it was too late to clean up in a hurry, but it was lazy and light, but it was beautiful.

"Slow down!" Fu Jiuqu frowned dissatisfiedly and stared at her.

Xin Yi gently tugged at his clothes, "I had a dream......

There were people all around, and their eyes brushed down on her face.

This is not two people getting along in private, Xin Yi swallowed the words back.

"I slept so deep that I almost missed seeing you off."

Fu Jiuqu narrowed his eyes slightly, an inquiring gaze flashed on his handsome face, and his face looked much better.

"If you're not in good health, just sleep a little longer. What's the matter if you don't send it off?"

Xin Yi stared at his face, his voice a little hoarse.

"I don't know when I'll see you today, but I still want to give you a ride."

Through the crowd, Fu Jiuqu vaguely saw that her eyes were red, as if there were crystal droplets moistening her eyes.

"What are you crying for?"

People acted so carefully, he couldn't say it if he didn't respond.

Fu Jiuqu lightly jumped off the horse and walked towards her, in a suffocating silence, his long arms opened slightly, hugged Xin Yi into his arms, and gently rubbed his palm against her back.

"Eleven, don't cry, I'm waiting for you in Yangzhou."

Gentle and soft, like a feather grazing over his cheeks, Xin Yi seemed to be bewitched, and felt more and more that this embrace belonged to the person who thought about it day and night, and the whole person raised his eyes as if he was drunk, and whimpered.

"Ninth Brother ......"

Fu Jiuqu's body stiffened.

He looked down at the beauty in his arms, and when his Adam's apple moved, he hugged her tightly, and lowered his head to make a gesture to kiss......

There was silence all around, and everyone held their breath.

Watching their master lean down, he only touched her forehead like a dragonfly.

"You take care of your baby at home. I'm leaving."