Heavy snow covers the whole of Kyoto, and as far as the eye can see, it is all white.

But among them, there is a scene that is particularly conspicuous, red and thorough.

It was like a touch of bewitching blood stained on the pure white robe, and it was like a little cinnabar drawn on the woman's white plain face, which swayed people's souls.

Of course, this is a place that will intrigue the soul.

Mingyue Building has been a lot colder recently, and the reason is mainly because of the story that has to be told in the first file.

Yang Kai, an official in the capital, climbed to the throne of the Three Princes by virtue of his dedication to his daughter, and this originally lifeless Kyoto became lively because of the Yang Yiyi who was born out of nowhere.

There is no shortage of people who love beauty in this world, and there are many people who do good things. Walking on Tai'an Street, almost everywhere in the streets and alleys can hear people talking about this matter with excitement on their faces, and even boasting about how Yang Yiyi is captivating the country and the city, looking at the colorful appearance, as if he has seen it with his own eyes.

There are also people who fight for Yang Yiyi and the long-famous Oiran Mei Feijun in Kyoto, who is more beautiful and has a thick neck.

Scenes like this have continued for months and show no signs of abating.

This is a good thing, a good thing that can bring more popularity to Mingyue Tower. But unfortunately, something went wrong inside Mingyue Tower.

Mingyue Lou relied on the entire Kyoto Qingfang Oiran Mei Feijun was found to be pregnant, this is a very bad thing, in case the news spreads, she Mei Feijun herself provoked a lot of scolding, which will affect Mingyue Lou's bad reputation.

But how can this kind of thing be hidden? There are not a few people who are jealous of Concubine Mei, and they can't wait to see her jokes openly and secretly, even if Mingyue Lou is strictly supervised and concealed well, this rumor still spreads.

Seeing that Concubine Mei's belly was getting bigger and bigger day by day, no matter how much the steward in Mingyue Tower tried to quibble and deny it, it would be useless.

Originally, the group of stewards thought that as long as Concubine Mei confessed that bastard, wiped a few tears and made up a story to put all the responsibility on others, and after this burst of limelight, it would not be difficult to make a comeback with Concubine Mei's appearance. Why is Concubine Mei Jun soft and hard, admits death to cover up that bastard, doesn't say a word about it, and doesn't take her future seriously at all.

The stewards talked badly, and finally lost their patience, so they no longer cared about Concubine Mei's life and death, and left her to fend for herself.

And Mei Feijun hid in one of the most remote and dilapidated courtyards in Mingyue Tower, and never took half a step. Only when you hear a stream of grievances floating from nowhere in the quiet night, will you suddenly remember that there is such a person in the Mingyue Tower.

The sky is getting dark, and the pedestrians and vendors on the street are returning to their homes, but the land of wind and moon is brightly lit.

Outside the Mingyue Tower, a thinly dressed boy ran over with his hands on his chest, as if he was holding something in his arms, and then stopped far away.

The boy glanced timidly at the bustling Red Mansion, shrunk his neck, and then ran north along the high wall.

And the timidity in his eyes also dissipated, and turned into a certain excitement.

After a while, he came to an overgrown courtyard. The boy craned his neck and looked around cautiously, and when it was dark and no one was there, he pushed aside the weeds that were up to his knees and burrowed into a "dog hole" in the corner.

This is where the boy lived. Since his father's death, he has wandered alone in the city of Tai'an, where he sleeps for the night until sunset.

Or rather, a night of hiding. Only here did he have a slight sense of security.

But not so long ago, the boy had a friend.

"Big sister, I'm back!"

The boy's thin figure had barely poked his head out of the hole, and he cried out with great deft, and without hesitating the mud and dust on his body, he spread his feet and ran into the courtyard.

Hearing this, a thinner figure in the courtyard first trembled, then turned around and smiled at the boy.

The boy was startled at first, and then suddenly shouted: "Big sister, how many times have you said it! How can your delicate body do such rough work as weeding and planting trees! Just let me come!"

The woman stopped what she was doing, and strolled back to the eaves of a hut in the courtyard with a nonchalant expression, smiling unabatedly: "Little beggar, there are some things that you have to do by yourself to appear sincere." ”

"What sincerity can there be in planting trees!" the boy seemed to be amused: "What kind of sycamore tree is this, and it can still grow flowers for you?"

"Sycamores bloom. The woman's eyes glared, her expression suddenly became extremely serious, and she stared straight at the boy and said, "Although the flowering period is short, it does bloom......"

"It can also attract phoenixes. ”

The boy shrunk his neck in a bluff, and although he was not convinced, he didn't dare to say anything, so he had to mumble in a low voice: "I really haven't seen it." ”

"Little beggar, read more books in the future, and understand more. The woman's expression seemed to melt again, and she covered her mouth and snickered, then rolled up her long skirt and sat leisurely on the wooden corridor under the eaves, and in front of her, a guqin was placed.

The boy seemed to be surprised by this, and he skillfully placed the bag of items in his arms beside the woman, and then walked to a stone table in the courtyard, picked up a plate and ran back, sitting cross-legged next to the woman.

Then he looked the woman up and down with his two big thief eyes, gently pushed the plate in his hand forward, and asked a little nervously, "Big sister, you really don't eat a bite of the food sent by those people?"

The woman bowed slightly, and then took out a large, white bun from the bag the boy handed over.

The boy's eyes were shaken by the jade hand that was whiter than the buns made of white noodles, swallowed his saliva, and asked more nervously: "Big sister, I heard my father say that these delicacies of the mountains and seas are usually eaten by those big men, and they are precious and tight, do you really want to eat this broken bun?"

The woman took a bite lightly, then made a painful expression as if her mouth was burned by the stuffing inside, and then said with a happy smile: "Those big fish and meat have long been tired of eating, how can it compare to this simple thing?"

The boy's face was still puzzled when he heard this, but he was relieved and began to eat those delicacies of the mountains and seas.

Speaking of this big sister, the boy always thought she was strange. When the boy came back that day, he suddenly saw an uninvited guest at his "home", and he was so frightened that his first reaction was to turn around and run away. It was only when he had just run two steps and saw that there was no movement behind him that he calmed down and began to look at people nervously.

The little boy had never studied, let alone had much knowledge, but he felt that the eldest sister should be prettier than any girl in the city, and that he could not put it into words. Although the boy was ignorant of the feelings of men and women, he was still shy and at a loss.

Summoning up the courage to say hello, the other party did look straight at the sky in a daze, as if he didn't notice his presence at all.

The boy couldn't help but be a little angry, and immediately realized that his territory had been invaded, and it was precisely because all the places in the city that he could settle were occupied by other beggars, that he was chased and beaten everywhere. Now that he finally has his own territory, how can he tolerate others? Even if the other party is a girl who seems to be weaker than him.

The boy's face darkened, and when he picked up the stick to drive the woman away, he was seduced by the delicacies placed beside the woman.

And the uninvited guest came back to her senses as if she had noticed something, and she stared at him and smiled, "Little beggar, you live here?"

The boy nodded smugly.

The woman pointed to the food and smiled even more: "Let me stay here too, you can eat this every day." ”

The boy couldn't stop nodding his head without thinking about it.

The two got along like this.

At first, the boy didn't know who the big sister was, why she stayed in such a place, and he didn't have the heart to find out, and he wished that there would be more such people. It's just that after a long time, he can hear the rumors in the city, and the boy seems to have some eyebrows about it.

At this moment, he squinted at the woman beside him, as if he had made up some kind of determination, and cautiously asked, "Big sister, are you ...... Is it surnamed Mei?"

The woman's shoulders shook suddenly, and it was a long time before she whispered a "yes."

"Called...... Mei, Mei, Mei, Mei-kun?" The boy lowered his voice even softer, for fear of accidentally angering the other party.

"Hmm. This time, the woman responded very cheerfully.

"What is the most famous flower and oiran in all of Kyoto?" the boy seemed to have endless questions.

The woman tilted her head to look at it, blinked her dark eyes, and laughed, "What's the matter?

The boy blushed and had a thick neck, waved his hand again and again, and explained incoherently: "Sister Mei, I didn't mean to inquire! I just listened to the nonsense of people outside...... If you don't like it, I'll slap myself in the mouth and treat it as if nothing happened......"

The more he spoke, the quieter his voice became, and all that was left behind him was the sound of a snort.

Seeing the boy's embarrassed face, the woman couldn't help but smile: "It's okay, let them say, I don't care." ”

"And what they said is true?" the boy asked, not knowing what he had heard.

"You should assume it's all true. The woman didn't know what the boy had heard, and replied with a nonchalant expression.

"Oh. ”

The boy bowed his head and said with his cheeks in his hands: "That man is really not a good thing, if my father had such a beautiful daughter-in-law as Sister Mei, he would definitely wake up laughing in his dreams." ”

The woman almost burst out laughing, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, began to look at the funny boy seriously, and then asked playfully, "Then where is your father? If he is a good thing, my sister may be able to settle down." ”

The boy buried his head in the crook of his arm: "My father was beaten to death. ”

The woman was speechless, her expression froze on her face, and then she wanted to apologize.

"What about your mother?"

"My father said that my mother was sick and died. ”

The woman felt like she had asked another question that she shouldn't have asked.

"But I'm still alive, and I'll live a good life for others to see!"

The woman was stunned, she felt that the boy's tone was somewhat unusual, but she couldn't say anything, so she could only nod in response.

"What about you, Sister Mei?" the boy asked seriously, "I heard from them...... You still have a baby in your belly, right? How can you stay in such a place...... I heard them say that you can go back and you don't have to suffer in this kind of place at all, just ......"

Before the boy could finish speaking, the woman interrupted him softly, put her jade index finger to her lips, and winked at the boy: "Little beggar, there are some things that you don't understand now." ”

The boy said depressedly: "If I understand, I will be like you, I hope I don't understand in the future." ”

The woman didn't expect the boy to answer like this, and after being stunned, she smiled noncommittally.

Then she swallowed the last bite of the bun, stroked the strings with both hands, looked up at the crescent moon rising in the sky, and sighed softly.

"Sunset, little beggar, would you like to hear a song?"

"What song?" the boy looked sideways.

Another sigh, ethereal.

"Leave the song, Yulin Ling. ”