Liu Zongze's surname is Liu, and readers must have guessed that it is related to Liu Yuqing, who is his biological father.

It is said that sixteen years ago, after Liu Zongze was sentenced by the imperial court to die on the battlefield, after giving the Liu family a certain amount of money and goods, he asked his family to return to the farm according to the custom, that is, he was ordered to return to his hometown to farm, and the government issued a certain amount of grain. Liu Zongze was originally born in a poor peasant family in Yingzhou, belonging to a poor family, his parents have long since died, and his wife is frail and sickly, and the family environment is not rich, leaving his five-year-old daughter Liu Yuqing with little spare time to take care of him.

Officialdom was originally a place for people to go to tea and cool off, and Liu Zongze originally had a straightforward and casual personality, which offended many powerful people, and he followed the "General Mianni" Di Qing, and was ostracized by the official places where civil officials were the mainstream of the imperial court. Therefore, when the family was in trouble, few of the bureaucrats in the DPRK and China cared about helping the orphans and widows of the Liu family.

Liu Yuqing followed her mother back to her hometown of Yingzhou Town. The hardships and hardships of life fell on the weak shoulders of the mother and daughter. Liu's health is weak, he needs to take medication all year round, the cost of medical treatment is large, and he cannot engage in heavy farming, so he basically relies on a limited pension to make a living, resulting in limited family economic conditions.

The day rises and the field is woven at night, and the children of the village are in charge of their own homes. The children and grandchildren have not solved the problem of farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons in Sangyin. The young and sensible Liu Yuqing was not discouraged. She followed her mother to mend clothes or install insoles. When the farming is not working, they go to the mountains to collect flowers and sell them in the town market, azaleas in spring, junzi orchid in summer, golden cinnamon in autumn, and plum in winter.

Each season has its own flower language, if Liu Yuqing is compared to a blooming flower, it is like a poppy, strong and cold, the blue blood turns into grass on the river, and the flowers are more red than azaleas.

It's another year of autumn color, Guifu Lanxin, a tree in the mountains and fields Osmanthus branches are luxuriant, making people feel refreshed and happy, osmanthus ten miles of fragrance means that nobles come, I don't know what day it is?

Liu Yuqing was seven years old at the time, and like the sun, she went to the mountains to pick a branch of osmanthus, put it in a bamboo basket, and carry it to the market to sell the flowers.

On this day, the weather was not good, gloomy and oppressive, and the sky was full of thick, low gray-yellow cloudy clouds. The northeast wind whined and roared, running ragingly in the open field, and the dry wind fell on Liu Yuqing's immature face, which was a little biting.

On this day, luck was not good. Liu Yuqing straddled the flower basket and no one cared, her face was full of faint sorrow. She raised her little face and looked at the street, and when she saw a passing pass, she took a deep breath and asked with a smile on her face. Then, running around, pedestrians avoided it, either speaking ill of each other or waving their hands indifferently,

Comparatively speaking, the market is full of traffic, with shops on both sides, peddlers and pawns shuttling among them, and the shouts and shouts are intertwined, and the end is very lively.

The sound of cicadas in the trees made Liu Yuqing look a little annoyed.

At this time, a pot-bellied thug at the entrance of the casino opposite was greeting customers, and felt that the little girl was in the way, so he scolded her: "Where did the wild girl come from, blocking the old man from doing business, get out of the way!" As he spoke, he stretched out his big hand, which had always been fat, and grabbed the little girl, pushing Liu Yuqing to the ground like picking up a chicken.

Suddenly, the osmanthus wine fell to the ground, was trampled on, the delicate petals, pieces of falling down, the rich fragrance, smoked so that people were drunk, but it made Liu Yuqing feel distressed, and she couldn't care about the pain of her body being knocked over.

The thug had a fierce face and glared at Liu Yuqing, Liu Yuqing was a child after all, and tears suddenly burst out of his eyes and swirled in his eyes. So, she tugged at the thug's trouser leg and refused to let go. When the thug saw this, he was angry, raised his foot and prepared to kick the little girl fiercely.

Liu Yuqing's petite and weak body, how could she withstand the vicious kicking of the fat and strong thugs. Seeing that the child was about to be injured, a figure crossed in the air, like a speeding spark, and picked up Liu Yuqing in time, and the wind under his feet, and the force on his waist, making the sword qi in his hand colder than frost, and shook the thug out of the way with internal force, and fell heavily on the pillar in front of the casino, unable to move, shaking up and down, lying on the ground and wailing in pain, groaning and moaning.

The man picked up Liu Yuqing and slowly put it down, she fixed her eyes, and it turned out that the person who came was a man wearing a white soap yarn made of a hat, as a cover for his face, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but he was in good shape and stood with a sword.

The thugs' wails like pigs alarmed the other thugs and handymen of the gambling house, and they ran out of the gate in groups to see what was going on. Seeing their companions knocked to the ground, they clenched their fists, preparing to form an encirclement of the hooded man and retaliate a lesson. However, the man's action of turning around immediately dispelled this thought.

It turned out that the man wearing the hat took out a silver ingot from his arms, held it in the palm of his hand and gently pinched it, and the seemingly indestructible silver actually cracked, which shows that this person's internal strength is high, his sword aura is domineering, and his natural kung fu is extraordinary. In addition, a silver ingot in the Northern Song Dynasty is usually official silver, which is the currency used by dignitaries and dignitaries with a background from the government and the opposition, and usually the common people are not qualified to use it, which further shows that this person is not good.

Why should you burden yourself for the sake of another thug in one mere area? Seeing this, no one was willing to take care of the life or death of the beaten companion, let alone take revenge, and the adult bird and beast dispersed, and saw the man wearing the hood and the little girl walking away among the crowd.

The man bent to pick up the broken osmanthus branches and leaves from the ground, carefully put them back in the flower basket, and then took out a silk silk and leaned over to wipe the tears hanging on the little girl's cheeks. Liu Yuqing stared at the strange uncle in front of her, and a spring-like warmth surged in her heart, like her father's protection, which made people feel down-to-earth, a gust of autumn wind blew, and the thin osmanthus petals danced and lingered on her shoulders.

Under the veil, the man in the hood showed a smile like a clear spring, and comforted the little girl: "Little friend, don't cry, don't cry, uncle will take you to buy candy to eat." ”

Liu Yuqing was a little flattered, after all, children's love for sugar is innate, and they are also happy. However, looking at the osmanthus petals scattered on the ground and in the bamboo basket, I felt a little distressed and reluctant.

The man saw the little girl's thoughts, stroked his forehead, and muttered: "Don't worry, today's your osmanthus, my uncle has all the osmanthus, and my uncle will take it back to make wine!" As he spoke, he handed the silver ingot he had just pinched to Liu Yuqing's hand.

It was a silver ingot of Baihuahua, Liu Yuqing looked at the silver, turned her hand and stuffed it to the man, and said firmly in a childish childish voice: "Uncle, my flowers are not worth this price, thank you! ”

The man was a little surprised, his eyebrows were relaxed, he didn't say anything anymore, and he had a trace of pity and affection for the weak little girl in front of him. He took Liu Yuqing's hand and walked towards the candy store in the town.

Plant osmanthus in front of the door, and meet nobles when you go out. For Liu Yuqing, she did meet a noble person in her future life, he was as warm as a father and took care of him like a brother, making up for the lack of father's love in childhood.

Continued: In the passage of time in the future, when it comes to the ignorant age of the beginning of love, girls are often the most emotional, and it is easy to regard the man who wipes her tears for herself as a lover, because someone gives love when she is fragile in her heart, even if she has been together for twelve years, she has never met. The feeling of crush is like the green osmanthus of this tree, bathed in an elegant fragrance, and only the fragrance is far away, and it is the first class among the flowers.