"The son is king, and the mother is captive. All day long, twilight, often with death. Three thousand miles apart, who should sue the woman? ”

A song "Song of Song" constantly echoes, and along with "Song of Song", it is the pain that goes deep into the bone marrow, and the bright red all over the ground spreads to the entire dark room......

In the winter of the twenty-third year of Kangxi, the sky was still gray and cloudy, but candles were lit early in a hot spring village less than 100 miles away from Jiangning City.

In the main courtyard, the maids in grass-green jackets rushed in with toiletries, and when there was no command from the master to wait for them, they all bowed their knees and stood in the corner in an orderly manner, with a trace of superfluous eyes and no superfluous movements, which showed its rules.

In the low-key and elegant inner room, there is a shelf bed made of fine rosewood, on which lies a woman about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in plain white bedclothes, carefully supported by her own personal maid An Ning, half leaning on the pillow.

An Ning didn't reply, her hand stretched out at will, and a warm towel was immediately handed to her, and she gently waited for her master to wipe the cold sweat on her forehead, and her voice was extremely soft: "The girl has a nightmare again?" ”

The woman called the girl closed her eyes and hummed softly, looking a little weak.

In the past ten years since she was reincarnated, she has almost never slept a peaceful sleep, as long as she closes her eyes, her eyes are scarlet, and her limbs are even more painful, as if she is still the prisoner of the steps who was made a human being, not Cao Yue, the young lady of the Cao family in Jiangning more than a thousand years later.

In just a moment, many memories had flashed in Cao Yue's mind, and they were finally resealed in the depths of memory.

She slowly opened her eyes, and swept her eyes at the incense burner that was bubbling with a curling fragrance, and her voice was as plain as water: "Extinguish the soothing incense, tell Anping to ponder and ponder again, and make a new soothing incense." ”

When the words fell, someone extinguished the incense and then removed the incense burner.

From childhood to adulthood, she has to change a fragrance almost every other day, and there are twenty kinds of incense over the years, all of which are good at the beginning, and slowly lose their effectiveness.

Therefore, An Ning responded without hesitation: "The girl knows that An Ping has taken leave, and when An Ping comes back, the slave will convey your instructions to her." ”

The cold sweat on his forehead was wiped away by An Ning, and his eyes, which were still a little sleepy, woke up a little. Even if Cao Yue didn't rest well last night, she remembered what she was going to do today, and she didn't want to sleep anymore, so she simply asked someone to wait for her to get up.

Sitting in front of the dresser, Cao Yue stretched out her hand to linger in front of the rows of balsam balm, the fine white soft wattle finally stopped on the smallest box, unscrewed the lid, and the other hand cut out a piece of the balm, and after the palm of the hand melted, slowly applied it to his delicate cheeks.

The sweet smell of peach blossoms lingered on the tip of her nose, Cao Yue's mood was a little better, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, she looked at herself in the bronze mirror, and admired her beauty: "Brother, is there any news from there?" ”

An Ning kept pulling Cao Yue's hair, and replied with a distraction: "Yesterday, the uncle sent someone to Zhuangzi, but it was late at night, and the girl had already gone to bed at that time, so the slave maid made an assertion and did not ask anyone to disturb the girl." ”

After speaking cautiously, without seeing Cao Yue's unhappy expression, An Ning breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Uncle said, girl, if you make up your mind, just act according to the plan." ”

Acting according to the plan, these words are simple to say, but they are related to the rest of Cao Yue's life, how can it be so easy.

"Got it."

Cao Yue pinched an earring and put it on, and without looking back, he could detect An Ning's entanglement: "If you have anything to say, just say it." ”

With permission, An Ning puffed up, gritted his teeth and said: "Girl, the slave and maid should not question you, but the slave and maid don't understand, according to the love of the old man and the old lady for you, you can not take this road at all." ”

The Cao family is a big family in Jiangning, if you talk about the second, no one dares to call it the first, even if the official rank is the same as the uncle Cao Yin, they will not offend the Cao family, and even because the Cao family has the old lady Sun, a nurse who is valued today, they can't wait to have a good relationship with the Cao family.

An Ning couldn't figure it out, born in such a family, the girl was an old lady and an old woman, and she would not be wronged if she wanted to be powerful and prosperous in the realm of Jiangning, why did she have to go to the place where people were eaten?

Compared with the girl's popularity, she hopes that the girl will be safe and happy in her life.

Hearing this, Cao Yue slowly exhaled, and the white mist blurred the bronze mirror: "You just treat me as arrogant." ”

Even though she ended miserably in her previous life and was lucky to come back in her life, she still couldn't accept that she was born in a famous family in her previous life, but she became a slave of the Manchurians in this life, even if the Cao family is the favorite of the current emperor's confidants, she still can't change the fact that she is not as good as those high-ranking Eight Banner noblewomen.

And the only one who can change all this is the most noble person in the world, and all she asks for is a word from that person.

A fluttering sentence blocked the rest of An Ning's words.

An Ning bit her lip, and the fingertips pinching the comb turned white: "No matter what the girl wants to do, the slave will follow the girl." ”

If the girl hadn't bought her back from Renyazi, she would have been sold to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion a long time ago, so the girl was not only her master, but also her savior, and she would repay the girl with her life.

Cao Yue's eyebrows were slightly bent, and he said with a smile: "I know." ”

After breakfast, Cao Yue rinsed her mouth, elegantly straightened her cuffs and got up, An Ning immediately stepped forward to help, and a little maid knelt at Cao Yue's feet and waited for her to tidy up her skirt.

After the little maid finished tidying up, Cao Yue raised her feet and stepped out of the door, looked up at the rising sun, and kept walking, as if unintentionally: "It's a good weather today, ask someone to bring my piano, let's go to the pavilion in the peach forest to sit for a while." ”

"Yes."

Now is the cold winter wax moon, it is the time when the plum blossoms open, there will be no peach blossoms, but Cao Yue likes peach blossoms, Cao Xi and the old lady Sun spent a lot of silver, called the best florists in their own hot spring Zhuangzi, near the spring to plant a large peach forest.

Perhaps because of the hot springs, and the good care of the florist, the peach blossoms bloom in the cold winter, and since then it has become a wonder of Jiangning.

Every year in winter, when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, Cao Yue will come to live in Zhuangzi and will not return until Laba.

It is precisely because of this habit that even if the person will be suspicious later, after calling someone to investigate, he will no longer be suspicious.

The pavilion in the peach forest is called Taoyao Pavilion, which was specially built by Cao Xi for Cao Yue, in order to let his daughter have a place to rest when she comes to play in the peach forest.

The pavilion is not big or small, more than enough to accommodate more than ten people, Cao Yue occasionally comes with interest, and will also eat in the pavilion, not to mention how comfortable it is.

The message delivered by Cao Yin only has time, not place, so when you can meet that person depends on luck.

If you're unlucky, your efforts may be in vain.

An Ning can think of this, Cao Yue naturally wants to think of it, and even Cao Yue has already thought of an alternative, in short, no matter what, he will achieve his goal after all.

The maid lightly placed the Jiaowei qin on the low table made of jujube mahogany in front of Cao Yue, and then quietly retreated.

In her more than 1,000 years of history, she has heard a lot of famous qins, but there are only two famous qins handed down from the Han Dynasty, namely Lu Qi and Jiaowei, Lu Qi is from the hand of Sima Xiangru, and Jiaowei is from the hand of Cai Yong.

It's a pity that she died early that year, and she has never seen these two famous pianos, but she didn't want to think that a thousand years later, by chance, this Jiaowei actually came into her hands.

An Ning saw Cao Yue looking at Jiao Wei in a daze, and thought that something was wrong, so she asked in a low voice, "Girl, but what's wrong with this qin?" ”

She frowned in her heart, although this Jiaowei was given to the girl by the uncle, but if it was because of this qin that the girl was safe, then there was no need for this qin to exist.

Hearing the concern in An Ning's tone, Cao Yue smiled faintly, plucked the strings casually, and the clear timbre suddenly poured out: "It's nothing, I just thought of some side things." ”

Seeing that Cao Yue only said this sentence and stopped talking, An Ning also didn't ask any more.

She has served the girl for nearly ten years, and she knows that the girl is very easy to get distracted on weekdays, according to common sense, the girl must have something on her mind, but she almost never leaves the girl's side, she knows most of the girl's things, and she has never seen anything special happen to the girl.

Could it be that she has overlooked something?

An Ning frowned slightly, and before she could come up with a reason, Cao Yue had already begun to fluctuate the strings, and a song of peach blossoms sounded leisurely in the pink peach forest.

The sound of the piano interrupted An Ning's train of thought, and An Ning had to put her doubts behind for the time being, and paid attention to the movements in the peach forest.

Perhaps Cao Yue's luck is good enough, and at this moment, her target is walking on the path outside the peach forest with her entourage.

The young man at the head was about thirty years old, dressed in a dark brocade robe, and had a jade pendant around his waist that seemed to exude a luminous light.

Before he could speak, a white-faced bearded attendant who followed him said with a smile: "Master, I didn't expect that there would be peach blossoms in this cold winter, and the slave is really eye-opening." ”

Even the man who is called the master has been accustomed to seeing strange things since he was a child, and he can't help but be a little surprised when he sees this peach blossom at this moment.

Another person who looked like a guard saw this, his eyes flashed slightly, and he hurriedly said: "The slave is also the first time to see it, if you don't see it with your own eyes, someone told the slave that the peach blossoms will bloom in winter, and the slave doesn't believe it." Let's not talk about it, just say that there are not a few coins spent on it, and I don't know which one has such a big hand. ”

When the white-faced bearded entourage heard this, he lowered his head and did not answer.

The meaning of these words is too obvious, since they have arrived in Jiangning a day before the honor guard, there are some things in Jiangning that they know in their hearts.

Jiangning is the territory of the Cao family, and there can be such a big deal, except for the Cao family, there seems to be no one else, and Feiyangu's meaning is really obvious. I just don't know how the master felt when he heard this.

was waiting for his master to speak, who knew that there was silence for a moment, and the master still had no sign of opening, and the entourage couldn't help but quietly look at the master with his spare eyes, but saw that the master closed his eyes here, as if he was asleep.

He whispered: "Master? ”

The young man did not open his eyes, but frowned and scolded softly: "Silence." ”

"Listen carefully, it looks like someone is playing the harp in the distance."