As an ordinary person, the days are like flowers falling from a small river, unremarkable.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the sound of firecrackers bursts, on the second day of the Lunar New Year, the sound of firecrackers bursts, and on the third day of the Lunar New Year, outside the house, there are still bursts of firecrackers.

The capital, which has been peaceful for a long time, is immersed in the joy of the New Year.

Outside the house is noisy and lively, you can always hear everyone's laughter and laughter, and inside the house, it is also quiet and peaceful, as plain as falling flowers and flowing water.

In this way, unconsciously, more than ten days have passed.

The taste of the New Year is gradually fading, and it will be the New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

But for more than ten days, Zhen Pu listened to the bursts of firecrackers and laughter outside the house, but he never stepped out of the courtyard door.

He has been afraid of the outside world.

Once, he drove a carriage and rampaged through the capital, unscrupulous.

Everywhere they passed, people turned upside down, and the world was turned upside down.

He sat in the carriage and looked at the appearance of the flat-headed people falling and fleeing in all directions, laughing arrogantly and arrogantly.

At that time, he was the son of the Rongguo Mansion, and no one dared to touch him.

But now, unlike in the past, he is no longer on top, but just a poor worm who has been taken in by the jade hairpin girl.

He meditated in the courtyard every day, chopping wood, listening to the faint voices of people outside the wall, listening to the hurried or slow steps of the pedestrians, but he never dared to take a step outside the house.

Even if you just open the door and stick your head out to look around, you don't dare.

He became silent, and every day he just took the axe, split the wood in the courtyard, split it in half, and then split the wood that was split in half into a slender and long strip, and used it for the jade hairpin girl to cook and cook.

And that's it, day after day.

Before he knew it, he had almost filled the firewood room, and the wood was enough for the jade hairpin girl to cook for several months.

Miss Yuchai and Zhen Pu get along day and night, and naturally see all this in their eyes.

It's just that she saw Zhen Pu's dejected appearance, but she didn't break the reason.

Every day, she still just smiled softly at him.

It was like his wife.

The jade hairpin girl sells paintings for a living, and has a good hand of danqing and a good hand of calligraphy.

These eating skills were all learned by her father when he was not reduced to a prisoner and was raided.

At that time, her father was a small official in the capital, and the painter invited for her was one of the best in the capital, good at painting flowers, birds, fish and insects.

That's what she learned.

Therefore, her paintings always paint some small things that can be seen everywhere, crickets, big red roosters, ducks and geese, hibiscus peonies, but she rarely paints people, she is not good at it.

But recently, the jade hairpin girl has started to draw figure paintings.

What she painted was not someone else, it was Zhen Pu who was chopping firewood.

This painting, painted now, more than ten days, from the first time Zhen Pu chopped wood for her began to paint, every day she completed a small pair of fine brush flowers, birds, fish and insects, then with the brush dipped in black ink, on the unfinished painting at will on a few strokes.

When he was done, he threw his pen and stopped drawing.

At that time, she would turn around and make two cups of hot tea, one for him and one for herself.

Both of them sipped their tea, occasionally speaking a few words, but most of the time, they were silent with each other, not even looking at each other, just sitting quietly.

Miss Yuchai's studio is facing the direction of Zhen Pu's chopping wood.

Lately, when she paints, she opens the window.

In the cold winter, she allowed the cold wind to pour into the studio.

She was naturally cold, and sometimes her hands were a little stiff, and the fineness of the paintings had decreased a lot, but she still insisted on leaving the window open.

In this way, when she was tired of drawing, she could raise her eyes and see him wielding an axe.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

There are thousands of beautiful men in this world who are more handsome than him, there are thousands of people who are more well-behaved than him, and there are thousands of rich and rich people who are richer and richer than him today, but Miss Yuchai loves Zhen Pu alone.

Just because he was the one who had salvaged her ashore in the deep water, deep ditch and abyss.

Although, among them, there is indeed an element of her being cautious.

The golden lock of "never leaving and never abandoning, forever old" is indeed a new one she asked someone to make.

But at that time, all she wanted was to make her life better.

She thought that since "combing the cage" could not be avoided, then choose a better one.

The person who wanted to comb her was a meat ball with a pockmarked face, and Zhen Pu's son, although he was as evil as the meat ball, gave birth to a good skin.

Anyway, they were all bitten by beasts, so she chose to look better!

That's what she really thought at that time.

As for what happened later, it was all out of her expectations, and she didn't know whether to thank her father who secretly blessed her under Jiuquan, or whether to thank the noble lady Zhen Pu for his amnesia.

She lived unharmed and free for three years, still a clean man.

It's just that she didn't dare to find a good family to marry, because she didn't know if the noble Zhen Pugongzi, who was busy, would suddenly think of her one day.

If she is already a wife by the time he finds her, not only her, but even her in-laws, will have no way to live.

She didn't want to bother other others, so she lived alone in this "cage" and became a canary with no one to take care of her.

The days go by day by day.

Her mind has also undergone earth-shaking changes.

From being afraid and afraid at the beginning, to dreaming about him often, it took less than half a year.

Those virtual and real dreams made her gradually change her view of Zhen Pu who kept her in this cage.

In the dream, although he is as domineering as ever, he has been with him for a long time, but he has gradually discovered his cute side.

He was filial to his parents, and when he saw his mother, he was the most well-behaved child in the world, and when he saw his father, he was like a mouse seeing a cat.

He is also really good to women. It's a pity that he is a big carrot, as long as he is a beautiful woman, he loves it, and she is just one of them.

His talent is also extremely high, he can't dance knives and guns, but Danqing calligraphy, poetry and writing are excellent, he is a talented man with real talent, not a straw bag.

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All this made Miss Yuchai, a woman who was originally a little resentful, slowly change her mind and began to miss him.

It's a strange feeling.

She often wondered why she was the way she was.

Once, she really couldn't figure it out, so she secretly went to the edge of the Rongguo Mansion to see him while she was going to paint and sell paintings on consignment.

At that time, he was in the crowd, hugged and hugged by two beautiful women, and it was the infinite scenery.

He hugged his body left and right, used his subordinate's body as a low stool, and stepped into his luxurious carriage, not knowing where he was going to be happy.

The carriage carried him and his two beauties away, and he didn't notice her at all.

The girl was not angry at all, but she was sad for a while.

She thought he had a better memory.

So he came back to her.

But no, he was still forgetful.

Then, day after day, in the blink of an eye, it is now.

Midwinter wax moon.

She opened the window and painted him, and he held an axe, smashed it down, and cut the piece of wood from a "wood" character to a "forest" character.

The jade hairpin girl looked at his hard work and chopping wood, and there was a smile on her face again, she glanced at it gently, and then began to write again.

With a stroke of the pen, the clothes are fluttering.

The pen is painted, and the wood is halved.

The tip of the pen is a little bit, and the eyes are blazing.

The pen stops, and the drawing is completed.

The handsome man who was seriously chopping firewood outside the courtyard jumped on the paper.

It's just that the man in the painting is smiling at her, while the man outside the window is like an elm pimple, and he only knows how to chop wood.

The girl sighed to herself, then washed her brush and put it back on the pen holder.

After that, as usual, he returned to the hall, twisted a few tea leaves and put them into the teacup, slowly poured the boiling water from the stove into the tea bowl, and then covered the cup, held it on a small plate, and sent it to Zhen Pu, who was chopping firewood outside the courtyard.

"Young Master Zhen, let's take a sip of tea when you're tired!" she said.

"Hmm!"

Zhen Pu stopped, pestle the axe, and looked at the jade hairpin girl who was slowly walking towards him.

Her eyebrows and eyes are like peach blossoms, her long black hair reaches her waist, tied behind her, she moves lightly, her hands are holding the tea tray, and her little finger is slightly upturned, as if she is holding two books.

Because of the painting just now, there were still some ink stains on her hands, which were black, like mutton fat and white jade.

Whew-

A gust of north wind blew, blinding them both for a moment.

It's cold, and it's not cold!

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