Chapter 1 Wind

The sun shines into the drooping silk yarn, and the Tang Di cut the night before has bloomed. The white flowers and yellow stamens are all over the branches, and the room turns into a faint fragrance.

The cloth warms open the window, and the air is humid. As soon as the sun rose, the outline of Luoyang City was not very clear, and the houses were shroud in mist, blurred and pale.

Such a festival and her name match very well. The surname Bu is rare, and the name Bu Nuan is also interesting - spring returns to the earth, and the wind is warm, just like this era, full of longing and hope, full of lightness and poetry. Even if it is sad, it is still vigorous.

Bu Nuan was born in a large family of poetry and books. His father is Bu Ruyin. He is a scholar from Liupin, and he is very poetic. Shen's mother is a famous lady, which is contrary to her father's implicit and gentleness. Her mother is independent and decisive, with the most distinctive personality characteristics of Tang women.

The cloth is warm and stands with long glowing feet, against the cool wind, and the joints are stiff...

She is getting married! The Bu family has begun to make dowry. In the warm boudoir, there are just-made green houses and two large red lacquer carved boxes, one box containing rouge lipstick, rhino horn combs, and mirrors; a box full of jade boudoirs, as well as hairpins, hairpins, rings, xiang, etc. The pieces are wrapped in red silk, and there are two red rulers on the case of adding anything.

The cloth warmly looked at the dowry, and his heart was as cold as the dew on the window sill. She felt that her future was uncertain and there was no joy to get married. In fact, she just wants to go out and see the romance of mountain flowers.

I vaguely remembered the past, and it was also this month, when the cold food passed, and it was a good time to go on an outing. After the Empress Wu came to power, women were unprecedentedly liberated, and so many boudoir women were mixed in the crowd on the street. At that time, Bu Nuan was 13 years old, and he was a lively and agile age. She yearned for the outside world. Looking back, she saw a beautiful kite hanging on the wall and picking it. While greeting the fragrant woman, "Find my gauze and report to my mother that I'm going out to fly a kite."

Xiangon just smiled, "Miss coughing and gasping is better. At this time, the flowers bloom well, and then suck the pollen and get sick carefully. It's better to sit at home and look at the sunny day, which is equally pleasing to the eyes.

Bu Nuan's asthma is a problem brought to the mother's womb. It has improved slightly after several years of conditioning, but it is easy to recur in spring, so Mrs. Bu absolutely prohibits her from going out when the peony is in full bloom. Bu Nuan was infinitely melancholy. Miss Wang Sun and her flowers would recite poems, but she failed to live up to this beautiful spring on the high-rise building.

She was not happy and pouted, "We sneaked out of the corner door. Our mother was worshiping the Buddha and didn't notice us."

Xiangnon still smiled, "I dare not. I made the young lady sick. I saw my wife peel off my skin."

Bu Nuan had nothing to do. He held the kite high and ran in the room. He ran two laps and was sad. He knelt on the bamboo shoot to support his cheeks and worried.

Xiangong looked sideways at her and comforted her, "After a while, you will be fast for a while, and you will be bedridden the next day. Why bother!" It's not too late to go out when the peony flowers have faded.

Bu Nuan had a strong and full ** at that time, but there was nowhere to vent. He sighed and played with a few car grasses on the pears with his fingers. After a long silence, he suddenly jumped up again, took the kite line to the window, and toss the beauty. In spring, the wind was so strong that it took two wings and flew up. She cheered loudly, and the cloud satin wide sleeves stretched out, revealing her snow-white arms.

The kite churned up and down, and her eyes went up and down. The spring wind was very impermanent and stopped suddenly. The kite in the air fell straight down and hit the head of the teenager downstairs -

The teenager raised his eyes and looked up. Under the scarf, he had black hair. He looked at her fixedly and smiled. "Miss is different. She threw hydrangea and you threw a kite. Suddenly, do you dare to ask if the young lady has ever been married?

Bu Nuan is not deeply involved in the world, lying in the window and confused, "What are you doing asking this?"

The folding fan in the teenager's hand shook leisurely and smiled, "You and I are predestined. Since the young lady is young and not talented, I will report to my father and come to propose marriage to the young lady tomorrow."

Bu Nuan was shocked and his face turned red, "Crazy, as a disciple!"

The teenager smiled and bowed his hand, "Miss is wrong. The apprentice is not lustful, but he is just in love with his wife. Miss took me as an apprentice, and I was lucky for three lifetimes. My surname is Xia, my family is Xingjiu, my name is Jingchun, and my name is Jiulang. Please remember it. There is still something important today. It's a deal when Jiulang comes to visit Miss tomorrow. After saying that, he went along the corridor and went to the hanging flower door.

It's really strange... strange people, strange words. Bu Nuan didn't pay attention to it. Unexpectedly, Xia Jiajiulang really asked the matchmaker to propose marriage the next day.

This is the marriage of Mendeng. Xia Jiajiulang is the son of Zhongshu Shilang. He is gentle and young and young. Xia's family is a family of ceremonial, which is the same as Nacai, asking for names, Naji and Nazheng. In March this year, the Xia family came to invite the wedding ceremony. The wedding date was set on the eighth day of May, which is a good day for Daji.

Everything goes well, but it seems to have nothing to do with cloth warmth. The marriage between the two families is not just to promote a good relationship. Bu Nuan has only seen Xia Jiajiulang. It's hard to say whether he likes it or not, but it's just the words of his parents' fate. She once protested, but with little effect, and later gave up. Anyway, sooner or later, she will get married, and everyone will be the same. Fortunately, Xia Jiajiulang is not ugly, and she can still do it.

The general... She sighed, is this general going to spend a lifetime?

She turned to the diamond mirror and squeezed her head. As soon as she picked up the grate and dipped it in osmanthus oil, there were rapid footsteps on the stairs. The jade furnace ran in panting and turned pale, "Miss, it's not good, Mr. Xia... died!"

Bu Nuan was stunned, "Which Mr. Xia?"

"The ninth son of the Shilang family, Xia Jingchun, Mr. Xia!" Yulu said and cried, "My miss, how good is this! The bride price has been received, and the Geng post has also been changed. What's going on!"

Bu Nuan felt that the girl's voice echoed at the end of the dome, and she couldn't come back.

The jade furnace is still sobbing, crying and wiping away tears, "This Mr. Xia is too immoral to die without choosing a good day! Miss, this is a widow. What can you do for the rest of your life?"

Bu Nuan's heart sank. As long as he was hired, both parents combined the marriage certificate or not. If one of them is gone, the other or widowed will no longer be complete.

"How did you get there? Is it sick?" She was weak and her body softened.

The jade furnace was very angry, "It doesn't matter if he died of illness, but he played polo with people and fell to his horse."

Although Bu Nuan was stunned, it was not so difficult to accept. He sat down for a while and asked, "Does father and mother know?"

When the words fell, Mrs. Bu was helped into the house by the maid with tears. Bu Nuan hurriedly got up to welcome her. Mrs. Bu stretched out her hand and hugged her in her arms and cried, "My son, you are so miserable. How can you spread this matter... What's the use of me eating fast and chanting Buddha every day? Bodhisattva can't open his eyes and trample on my daughter like this!"

Bu Nuan's mind was in a mess, and her mother cried so much that she had no idea. I can't tell what it feels like. It's a little sad, but not so sad. God forgive her selfishness! She admitted that there was even a kind of joy to see the light of day.

"Warmer," Mrs. Bu was worried and sighed with tears, "Good daughter, mother knows that you are suffering in your heart, and there is no way to imagine the obstacles set in your life. Who would have expected that Jiulang was such a blessed person, which made me worry about those hearts in vain! Your father went to Xiafu to express his condolences. Let's wait for the letter. In my opinion, Xia Shilang and his wife are reasonable people, and I can't bear to watch you stay at their Xia family. As long as they don't come to please, we still have a way out..."

The so-called way out is nothing more than to find a dead wife to marry a man who wants to continue the string. It doesn't sound good, but as long as it's good, it's not impossible for the husband and wife to raise the case together.

"Mother, don't worry, cry carefully." Mrs. Bu Nuanfu sat down, brought tea for filial piety, and said, "My daughter doesn't marry all her life. There are no brothers or sisters in the family. I'm out of the cabinet. Who will honor my parents?"

Mrs Bu shook her head, "Don't talk about it. Who doesn't expect the good of their children as parents? Even if the court marries the princess, the queen still has to worry about it! Your father and I only have a unique seedling. We have been raised like a big phoenix since childhood, and we are looking forward to you marrying a swish person... Who knows what will end up like this!"

Bu Nuan was heartbroken by her mother's tears and sat on the embroidery pier and sighed for a long time.

Mrs Bu frowned and looked at her, "When you were still in your infation, I asked the monk to criticize your life, saying that your love road was bumpy and extremely wise and hurtful. I'm taboo and often skeptical, but I didn't expect that it should be here now. Gradually choked, he covered his mouth and cried, "My son, you are only 15 years old and have a hard reputation. How will you live in the next few decades!"

Bu Nuan fell on Mrs. Bu's lap and said, "Mother is relieved. After serving two hundred years old, even if I find a nunnery to go monk, it won't end up in the wilderness."

"This is the most bitter. Isn't it the face of the ancestors of the Bu family to be a nun in the temple?" Mrs. Bu frowned and paused before saying, "Don't worry, mother will take care of you for the worst."

Bu Nuan only nodded blankly. Through the cracks in the window, she saw the sedan chair of the cloth house swinging and turning into the alley from afar. The attendant waved the bell loudly. She turned back and asked, "Is her father back?"

The jade furnace hurriedly pushed open all the windows in the east and looked. The man in robes under the porch hurriedly came and answered, "It's the master who is coming here!"

Bu Ruyin came upstairs and looked at his wife and Bu Nuan. Bu Nuan hurriedly bowed and called "father". Bu Ruyin waved his hand and sat on Hu** with an obscure face.