Chapter 1: Hibiscus Drunk (1)

In March, the weather became hot, and the green trees on both sides of the road seemed to have grown all their leaves overnight, as if it was in the middle of summer. The loess on the road was all over the sky, and the people walking on the roadside were all gray-faced, and there was fine dust hanging on their hair and eyebrows, like the frost caused in winter.

A carriage went very fast, without any regard for the feelings of the pedestrians on the road, and did not stop in front of the city gate, but had to pass straight through. A city gate official who had just arrived was about to step forward to stop him, but he was grabbed by his companion, pointed to the emblem on the carriage, and said in a low voice:

"Are you blind? Don't look at whose carriage it is, dare to stop it, is it too long to live or too comfortable? ”

The new Ding was busy staring at the emblem on the carriage, and saw the word "Shen" written in a round circle, so he reacted and was grateful to his companion. Fortunately, it was not stopped, it was General Shen's carriage, if it was stopped, I am afraid that it would not be unusual to end up with a blood spattere on the spot.

The carriage went all the way to the city, passed through the streets, and entered an alley, the alley is not big, and the more you walk, the quieter it becomes, it is difficult for people to think that there can be such a clean place in a place like Jingshi.

The carriage finally stopped in front of a rustic courtyard, with its high white walls and gray tiles covering the walls, and the servants standing at the gate of the courtyard hurriedly opened the door and unloaded the threshold, and the coachman shouted a few times, and the horses turned their heads and continued to walk inside.

After walking a short distance, I arrived at the second gate, and there was a fat white woman guarding there at the second gate, and when I saw the carriage coming, the flesh on my face was piled together, and she smiled like a peony flower, and hurriedly greeted it, and first saluted outside, and said:

"The slave has been waiting for Miss for a long time, Miss is tired all the way, come into the house and rest!"

The carriage was quiet, and just when the fat white woman was waiting for a bottomless heart, a delicate and weak voice sounded inside:

"I'm tired of thanking my mother!"

This Mother Xie smiled, and said, this Miss Li Er has seen it twice, Wenwen is weak, and at first glance she is not the kind of person who loves to be difficult for others, she said busily:

"Don't bother, don't bother, the slave maid will pick up the lady and get off the car!"

As he spoke, he stepped on the step stool and got into the carriage, and when he opened the curtain, he saw a person sitting inside, with snow-white skin and black hair, as if he had just woken up, and his whole body was a little lazy. She stretched out her hand to her, and the young lady stood up, and when she got out of the carriage, Mother Xie found that she hadn't seen her for a few days, and she had lost weight again.

Shu Yao stood in the carriage and glanced at the yard in front of her, she had been to this yard twice, and now when she came again, she really felt a little home. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, from this time on, her life was about to change dramatically. She is no longer a young lady of an official eunuch's family, and she can't even be known to outsiders by her name and place of origin.

She remembered that day when she woke up in the afternoon, through the soft and semi-transparent tent, she saw Shen Junzhuo guarding her couch, his angular face became more and more polished as jade in the afternoon light, the scroll in his hand made a slight sound of paper, his appearance was as perfect as a fairy, and there were finely carved masterpieces everywhere.

She only looked at him for a while, and he found it, and a warm smile bloomed on his face, I don't know if it was her illusion, she always felt that he smiled, and the whole room became brighter. He put the scroll aside, looked at her through the curtain, and said:

"Awake? Need something? ”

She sat up from the couch, and the sleep was not restful, her dreams were full of blood, the cold light of the sword flickered, the fire was burning, and she fell into a swamp, and the more she struggled, the deeper she sank.