On the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, it snowed again in Handan, and the snowflakes were small, like ice particles. The snow covered the green bricks and gray tiles and mischievously fell on people's shoulders.

Yun Zhao leaned against the door to watch the snow fall outside the corridor, thinking of the past with Yanshu in the porch to cook wine and play against each other, sencha painting, and his heart was desolate. She tightened her grip and shrunk her shoulders slightly.

Yanshu, it's a new year again. Have you waited for me for a long time?

There are people from the courtyard, the green shirt is as old as before, and the eyebrows and eyes are handsome. Yun Zhao looked at it in a daze, unable to take his eyes off it.

He was just as he remembered, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, and his gaze was like the warm sun in winter.

"Yan Shu......" she chuckled and lowered her eyebrows. When I looked up again, there was only quiet snow in the courtyard, and there was not even a single footprint.

"Look at me, I just miss you so much."

She muttered, took a deep breath, and turned back into the house. The hot tea on the table was just added, and it was hot in the hand.

Yun Zhao seemed to be unconscious, holding it tightly in his hand. Her fingertips were red, but the back of her hand was white.

When Lao Wu and Lao Jiu entered the door together, they saw her lose their mind, looked at each other, and bowed to her: "Little master."

Yun Zhao smiled weakly at them, "Fifth Uncle, have you done everything?"

"Yes, the subordinates have agreed with the people of the Xuanping Marquis Mansion on the marriage of the second girl, and the Marquis and Mrs. Fang have also confirmed that the wedding date is set for the tenth day of the third month. Although we have rushed a bit, we will definitely do a good job of the second girl's marriage."

"Well, I'm completely relieved that you're doing things. Yun Duo is married, and he can't wronged her."

"Little master, don't worry."

Yun Zhao's eyes looked at Lao Jiu and asked softly, "Lao Jiu, has you chosen the right person?"

"Little master, one person has been selected by his subordinates, the down payment of the Pingnan Shi clan, Fu Yuanqing."

"Yuanqing, that's a good name."

"Fu Yuanqing is 23 years old this year, his mother died early, and his stepmother was in power, so he has been treated harshly since he was a child. And his subordinates found out that his mother's early death was inseparable from this stepmother. He has always wanted to fight for power in the clan and write a biography for his mother. This person is available."

"Okay. The people you choose should be good. After waiting for the fifteenth, invite him to the capital for a while."

"Yes."

Yun Zhao took a sip of tea: "The people sent to Shu are credible?"

Lao Jiu arched his hand and replied, "The four people were personally brought out by their subordinates, and they have never been eyed in front of the game, so they can be trusted."

"Well, you can't tell the slightest bit about it. I'm going to worry about you."

"Obey the orders of the little master, and his subordinates will never give up."

Yun Zhao Waner. Her gaze fell over them into the courtyard.

Two people walked at the gate of the courtyard, and the sound of talking and laughing was pleasant.

Yun Duo was dressed in a plum-colored dress, wrapped in a light-colored brocade white fox fur, and was as beautiful as falling snow.

Since that day, the emperor issued two decrees for marriage, and Fang Jingliang no longer avoided people when he came to the Ronglai Marquis's mansion.

At this time, he carried green vegetables and plum blossom meat in one hand, and walked behind Yun Duo with an umbrella in the other, and followed into Yun Zhao's courtyard.

"I don't know what the clouds are going to do today." Yun Zhao laughed and said to them, "Fifth uncle, you all stay and eat, call thirteen, there will be more people."

"Yes."

"Sister!" As he spoke, the clouds had already run in, shook off the snow on his body, and smiled at Lao Wu and Lao Jiu, "Fifth Uncle, Brother Jiu is good."

"The second girl sees Ann."

Fang Jingliang put the umbrella outside the door and followed up.

"The Seventh Prince sees An."

He bowed his head and handed over the meat and vegetables in his hand: "Uncle Lao sent it to the kitchen."

"Okay."

"No kitchen."

The fifth and ninth were about to take it, but the clouds rushed over to block it. She grinned and said, "Fifth Uncle, can you move things here?"

"This?" He glanced at Yun Zhao, who bowed his head, and said, "I'll do it."

The clouds bounced back and sat back. Yun Zhao looked at her and smiled, "What did you do again?"

"Sister, I'll give you a barbecue at noon today."

Fang Jingliang saluted Yun Zhao, and then sat down. The maidservants served tea, and he sat by and looked at the sisters.

"Barbecue?"

"Isn't it happy to have snow flying outside the corridor and boiling meat and wine under the corridor?"

She smiled so brightly and beautifully, Yun Zhao's eyes were a little sour, she lowered her head and took a sip of tea, nodded and said, "Duo'er is ingenious, it is indeed a good idea."

Lao Wu asked two tables to be moved, and a stove was lit under the porch, one stove was boiling with boiling water, and the other two stoves were placed with large green tiles.

On the other side was a waist-high table with kitchen knives, some dishes and freshly brought meat and vegetables.

The clouds are cutting meat with a kitchen knife at the big table. Yun Zhao came over and asked, "What can I do for you?"

"No, no, Sister go sit and wait to eat, I'll be fine right away."

Yun Zhao left, Fang Jingliang swayed over again, rolled up his arms and rolled up his sleeves: "Duo'er, I'll help you."

Yun Duo shook his head, his hand was stained with oil star, and he pushed him with his elbow, "No. You go and talk to Sister A, don't leave her alone."

Fang Jingliang bowed his head and walked over obediently.

Yun Zhao drank hot tea in a rocking chair with a thick woolen blanket on his body. Lao Wu and Lao Jiu were busy cooking on the side and washing vegetables, Fang Jingliang came over and sat down, holding a cup of hot tea.

Yun Zhao withdrew his gaze from the flying snow outside the corridor, and his gentle eyes fell on Fang Jingliang.

"Why don't you help Do'er."

Fang Jingliang snorted: "She thinks I'm in the way."

Yun Zhao laughed and looked at Yun Duo's busy back. Fang Jingliang found tenderness in her eyes, and the decisive Rong Laihou was a warm-hearted and gentle sister at the moment, full of love and pity for her little sister.

"Jizhou is a good place, with beautiful mountains and beautiful waters. It's a pity that Old Jizhou Cheng is about to pay tribute, and your wedding date is a little nervous."

Fang Jingliang smiled lightly: "Your Majesty has granted me half a month's vacation to prepare for the wedding, Hou Ye rest assured, I will definitely give Duo'er a grand wedding, and I will not wronged her."

Yun Zhao took a sip of tea and exhaled hot breath from his mouth: "Okay."

"It's just that I'm going to leave Handan so soon, Duo'er must be very reluctant to Hou Ye."

She said, "Doll always has to leave home. With you, I don't think she'll be alone."

"Don't worry, Master Hou."

Yun Zhao smiled lightly: "The marriage contract has been established, you can call me Sister with Duo'er, they are all family, you don't have to be polite."

Fang Jingliang shouted with kindness, "Sister."

Yun Duo brought the sliced meat over, and Fang Jingliang moved the melons and fruits on the table aside with great insight to make room for her.

Thick slices of red and white meat were attached to the tiles brushed with a thin layer of oil, and the heat of the stove made the oil splash dance. The slices of meat are rolled up, and the gravy and oil mix together and crackle.

The aroma of scorching meat rises, and the smell of cooking smoke resists the smell of wind and snow.

They sat around the stove and felt the beating of life warmly.

While frying the meat, the clouds danced with their hands and feet, talking about the anticipation of the coming day on the Yuan Festival.

Flower lanterns, Krathong, fireworks in the sky, and Kong Ming flowing to the moonlight.

Yun Zhao remembered the Shangyuan Festival many years ago, when they walked hand in hand on the streets, there were a dazzling array of lanterns, silver hairpins and beautiful hairpins, and the voices of people were full of people, and the trend was like weaving. At that time, a bowl of wontons on the street was so delicious, and I was thinking about the big wedding in spring.

She bowed her head in loneliness. Suddenly, it was like a lifetime away, and it seemed like it was just her dream.

The clouds glanced at her, raised their glasses and said with a smile, "Let's have a drink together, and we will meet here today."

"Come on, come on." They cheered, and Yun Zhao also laughed and raised his glass.

The hot wine is spicy and warm. Her eyes flushed slightly, and she looked into the courtyard.

This snowy noon dazzled into an indelible picture in my memory, with the aroma of meat and wine, and it was intoxicating every time I thought about it.

At that time, Yun Zhao's smile was so bright and warm, and the small light in his eyes was soul-grabbing.

But when the clouds looked at her, they could always find sadness in her eyes. All her joy is locked up in a box of sorrow, and all the purity of life is taken far away.

Early in the morning on the day of the Shangyuan Festival, Yun Zhao took Yun Duo to Zhuguo Temple.

She has walked this way up the mountain countless times.

"Sister, are you going to come early this morning?"

"I'll take you to Fengxian Hall."

Yun Duo paused and looked at her blankly. She has entered the ancestral hall of the Hou Mansion, and she worships the ancestors with Yun Zhao during the New Year's holidays.

But she had never been to Fengxiantang.

This has a different meaning for Yun Zhao.

She reached out and grabbed Yun Zhao's hand. "Sister, why?"

"I haven't taken you to see your father for a long time, because I can't solve it. But you're about to get married, you're about to leave Handan, and it may take a long time to come back. I should bring you to meet him."

Her reasons were unassailable, but the clouds were still uneasy, silent fear gripped her heart.

Coming out of Fengxian Hall, Yun Zhao entered the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas. She recited, offered incense, and worshipped the Buddha inside. The clouds were waiting for her in the meditation room on the side.

Master Yuantong saw her go out and saluted her. Yun Zhao returned the salute and smiled lightly: "Master, Yun Zhao is polite."

"Master Hou, can you seek peace of mind in front of the Buddha?"

Yun Zhao thought for a while, and bowed his head: "My Buddha is merciful, and I am suffering."

The master lowered his eyebrows with some sadness and sighed softly. Yun Zhao looked at him and asked, "Can the master calculate another hexagram for me?"

"The poor monk is willing to serve."

Yun Zhao's slender fingers held the stick, shook the bamboo tube up and down several times, and dropped a bamboo stick.

Master Yuantong picked up the sign on the table, looked at it, and wrote a few words on the paper. He circled one of them, and said to Yunzhao, "Where the heart desires, it is invincible, and the Buddha will bless the wishes of the Hou Ye."

Wish.

That's it.

Yun Zhao smiled and bowed deeply, "Thank you, Master."

"Amitabha."

Yun Zhao wanted to go to the meditation room to find Yun Duo, but after walking two steps and turning back, Master Yuantong looked at her suspiciously.

"Master, do you remember that five years ago, my husband and I came to calculate the auspicious date of the wedding?"

Of course he remembers. A pair of beautiful women, with happiness and pleasure between their eyebrows and eyes, are unforgettable.

Zhuguo Temple has been a royal temple since the Great Wei Dynasty and is inseparable from the imperial city. At that time, the high-ranking prince erased the auspicious day with his own hands, and later the capital was changeable, and the girl in front of him must be one of the variables.

He knew he had to keep his mouth shut.

Master Yuantong shook his head and said with some distress, "There are so many things that the poor monk doesn't remember anymore."

Yun Zhao stared at him, his eyebrows lowered and pleasing to the eye. Yun Zhao suddenly chuckled, "Yun Zhao understands. Master tired, please pay more attention to your body."

"Thank you for your concern."

It turns out that the mandate of heaven and the decree of the Buddha can be crushed under the imperial power and turned into powder.

Man, after all, is not an incarnation of a Buddha.