Time passes like a pure and noble plum blossom on the branches, time disappears in the alternation of winter and spring like a clear snowflake on the eaves, and time is scattered in the alternation of winter and spring like a snowman piled up by children. Thirteen years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the military department Shangshu is now a squire who has been in the dynasty for quite a long time, and now he has been promoted to the lord of Shangshu, and Yimei, who was in infancy, has grown into a lively and beautiful little girl, and the child Chengjun, who clapped his palms and said that he wanted to marry his little sister, has become a beautiful boy.

What has not changed is the intimate friendship of the two families and the carefree childhood of the two children.

This year's weather looks warmer than usual, and it has not yet snowed until the end of October, so the few plum blossoms planted in the Prime Minister's Mansion have not budded for a long time. Since the plum blossoms are not blooming, they can't make plum blossoms, and the rouge Yimei has to obediently follow Cheng Jun to the school every day. The school is very far away from the homes of the two people, on the road, Cheng Jun helped Yi Mei take the box and schoolbag containing the four treasures of the study, Yi Mei jumped in front, today's Yi Mei seemed very excited, walking quickly in front of her, without looking at pedestrians and galloping carriages, scared Cheng Jun like a worried little daughter-in-law, and kept shouting loudly in the back, "Sister, be careful, don't fall!"

Yimei turned to her side and walked backwards and said, "Brother Chengjun, it will be my birthday in twenty days, you know?"

"I know, I've got a gift for you. ”

"Yes, what kind of gift did you prepare for me?" Yimei stopped and waited for Cheng Jun to come to him, and asked in front of his face, Cheng Jun could clearly smell the unique girlish body fragrance emanating from her body mixed with the fresh aroma of plum blossom rouge. At that moment, Chengjun's heart seemed to have a naughty little deer jumping naughtily. Ten years ago, the jokes between adults may have been forgotten by even adults, but the little Cheng Jun has always remembered it, from ignorance and ignorance of the world to the beginning of love now. Sung Joon likes Yimei and really thinks he wants to marry her. Cheng Jun was in a daze, his handsome face gradually became flushed, and Yimei also looked a little embarrassed, and asked, "Tell me quickly, what gift do you want to give me?"

"You'll know when the time comes!" Cheng Jun finished speaking and ran in front happily, "Hurry up, I'm going to be late." ”

Yimei was excited about her birthday, but her parents, especially her father, were frowning more and more, and every day she returned home, she couldn't help but sigh.

Yi Mei came home from school today and found that the family members were all gathered together, whispering, looking panicked, Yi Mei came to the dining room, saw her mother sitting at the dining table, wiping her tears, her father's gray beard looked lonely and helpless in the candlelight.

"Mother, is something happening?"

The mother quickly restrained herself, took a breath, squeezed out a smile, and said to Yimei, "It's okay, let's eat." ”

It turned out that because the current saint was gradually dissatisfied with the prince of the country, he had the idea of abandoning the East Palace, but Murong Wei, as the current prime minister, and several elders advised the monarch not to abandon the prince who was not at fault, and was punished for days. Today, the emperor of the early dynasty was even more furious, and ordered the removal of Murong Wei's position as prime minister, and put him under house arrest to meditate on his own mistakes.

The young Yimei didn't think this was a bad thing, but felt that it was a good thing worth celebrating, "It's okay if you are dismissed, my father can take this opportunity to spend more time with me and my mother." Mrs. Murong also agreed with what Yimei said, and persuaded her husband to take this opportunity to return to his hometown for a thousand years. Who knew that the words of the two of them actually provoked Murong Wei to be furious and reprimanded him greatly. He also said that since he is a human minister, he should assist the king to do the right thing, how can he seek good fortune and avoid evil because of personal honor and disgrace. Although he was in a deep predicament, as long as he talked about loyalty and patriotism, he was as energetic as a young man, and Mrs. Murong didn't say anything when she saw him like this, but just kept staring at his side face, her eyes full of sorrow.

Yimei thought that this year's birthday should not be as happy as before.

The emperor put Murong Wei under house arrest, but he did not prohibit the ministers of the court from walking around Murong's house, and I don't know what to do. But even so, those officialdom veterans didn't dare to have anything to do with Murong Wei at will, except for him, Shen Zishan, the secretary of the Ministry of War.

Shen Shangshu came to Murong Mansion almost every day as soon as the morning court reported to his old boss what was happening in the court, sometimes he would comfort a few words, and sometimes he would accompany Murong Wei to talk about wine, but more often it was just two people who were silent and worried about the government. When he learned that the crown prince was deposed, it was only five days before Yimei's birthday, and that day Murong Wei was drunk and drunk alone, and he was even more in tears, and he shouted hoarsely that the emperor had destroyed his century-old foundation, and said that he had a heavy burden and was ashamed of the world. Mrs. Murong and her subordinates persuaded him for a long time, but they didn't persuade him, and only when he fell asleep did he carry the crazy man back to the room to rest.

Yimei doesn't look sad!

On this day, Shen Zishan did not appear.

That night, when the snow suddenly fell, Yimei lay on the bed, quietly listening to the sound of the snow displacing the roof tiles and the sound of the branches breaking in the yard, and couldn't help but worry: Don't crush my plum tree! After the heavy snowfall, it was a sunny day, the sun was rare, and the white earth was full of warm warmth. Yimei got up early in the morning and hurriedly ran to the front hall garden to see if the plum trees were crushed by the heavy snow. Yimei was so happy that she forgot to put her worries and unhappiness about her father out of the clouds, and she was ready to call Cheng Jun to make plum blossom rouge together. Maybe it was to look at the current situation, maybe it was affected by the brilliant plum blossoms, or maybe it was to let his beloved daughter have a happy birthday, the father gradually smiled, sat on the corridor with his wife, and watched Yimei and the girls play under the plum tree with satisfaction.

"Yimei's birthday banquet this time, I don't think I want to invite anyone. Mrs. Murong suggested to her husband considering her own situation. Master Murong naturally understood his wife's good intentions, and sighed helplessly: "It doesn't matter if others invite you or not, but the Zishan family, especially Cheng Jun, must be invited." ”

"Well, then I'll just tell you to go on. ”

The housework is handled by the lady, Murong Wei is just treading the snow with his daughter, Yinmei slowly forgot about the unpleasant things in the court, and Yimei was looking forward to what gift Cheng Jun would give her, and she was a little anxious.

But if I had known that the day of my birthday would be the day of life and death for myself and my parents, Yimei hoped that this day would never come.