272 thousand miles of marriage

She regretted a little. She knew that she should have discussed with Yuwen Zichen to borrow the wet nurse. Anyway, Guangling Palace would not need it for a while.

The carriage stopped, and Bitong helped her get out of the car.

Looking at the black door pink wall in front of her, she sighed. This is the proof of her struggle in this space. She has only lived once since she bought it. She thought it would be empty all the time, and she also laughed at herself for doing too much. Who would have thought that she would spend the long years here in the future?

The door creaked open, with a dusty breath, bringing a few stars of clear snow.

"I'm a maidservant to please the girl."

She was stunned when she looked at the person bowing to the ground. It turned out to be the wet nurse.

"Why are you here?"

Looking at who was around, I saw that the courtyard was neat. There was a thin layer of snow at night, but there was no star at this moment, and the daily firewood was also neatly chopped in the corner of the courtyard.

"The prince said that the girl had just recovered from a serious illness, but he was afraid that he could not take good care of Yuer's little master, so the special slave came. The girl was relieved. The maidservants cleaned up inside and outside and left. The prince said that the girl needed to rest..."

She moved to the corner of the courtyard and stroked the firewood, which seemed to be strictly measured with a ruler: "This firewood..."

"It was split by the prince."

The two masters and servants were split by this sentence, and no matter how hard they racked their brains, they could not imagine the spectacular scene of Yuwen Zichen swung up an axe and splitting wood.

But even if you can't imagine that the firewood in the corner of the courtyard will always be piled high for three years.

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"Girl, why don't you take a break today?"

She withdrew her thoughts and found the confusion on the drawings, and quickly kneaded them together before Bitong entered the door.

"I also said that today's Qixi Festival, why don't you run here with Mr. Jiang before and under the moon? Didn't he ask you to go to the flower market?

Bitong immediately blushed: "They came back to accompany you with kindness..."

"Ah, it was originally 'come back'. The older I got, the more useless I became. I forgot when you got married..."

Bitong stamped her feet angrily: "They are kind... The girl knows how to make them happy and ignore you!"

He turned around and lifted the brocade curtain and went out, and then came Yuer's childish laughter: "Sister Bitong blushed, like a new bride..."

"You little bad guy, tell me, did your mother teach you to play tricks on me?"

"No, no, it was taught by Brother Jiang..."

Cheng Xueyan couldn't help laughing.

Sometimes fate is really a strange thing. You forget it, but it will remember you, and then come to the door at the right time, so that you can't avoid it. What's more... This is what you expect.

After living in Jiqing Street, Cheng Xueyan made a living by designing jewelry and making up for women in brothel. At the beginning, it was quite difficult, because the family moved to other places three months ago. She could not reach an agreement with other jewelry craftsmen for a while, but Yuer was sick after weaning, and she did not want to be too involved with the Guangling Palace...

At that time, she left early and returned late, and the family matter was handed over to Bitong.

Bitong saw that her master was busy, but one of her servants enjoyed his success. She was restless. After repeatedly making up her mind, she knocked on the door of a family next to her.

She struggled for a long time under the gaze of the cleanly dressed old woman at the door, and Fang said, "Do you dare to ask if there are any clothes that need to be washed?"

The old woman looked at her up and down and said, "Come in."

Bitong happily picked up a bag of clothes she had packed out and was about to leave when she suddenly sniffed: "Is it burnt?"

The old woman was shocked and rushed to the kitchen. She saw black smoke rolling on the stove, the things in the pot had been boiled, and her hand was burned when moving the stove.

Bitong hurriedly and skillfully helped her arrange everything, and quickly made two kinds of delicious dishes with the rest of the ingredients on the cutting board.

The old woman's eyes were both admirable and surprised. She seemed to ask a few words casually, but she inquired carefully, which was nothing more than trying to find out her origin.

Bitong only said that her family was in trouble and moved here with her master. For a while, she was in a difficult situation and planned to live in the laundry for people.

The old woman was speechless for a long time and only said, "I don't change my clothes every day, but I can't eat three meals."

Then he decided that his own food would be arranged by Bitong and paid two yuan a month.

Bitong was happy, but did not tell Cheng Xueyan about it. Until the late night half a year later, the door was knocked suddenly. After Bitong went out to ask, she returned until Tianmingfang. Although her face was tired, her eyes flashed with excitement and her cheeks were slightly red.

Cheng Xueyan also found that her whereabouts were strange during this period, and she had no time to ask more, and she rushed out again. But when I came back in the evening, I saw her sitting on the teacher's chair in the hall, stroking the folding fan in her hand, and her eyes were crazy. When you move your fingers, you can clearly see the "Spring Dream" and "Chaoyun" written on the fan bone.

If it hadn't been for the first time we meet today, she would have forgotten this fan.

At the Bath Buddha Festival many years ago, she and Bitong met a romantic scholar by Xihu Lake. The fan was given by him. It is said that the painting on it is still...

The name jumped out of his heart, but was pressed back by her. When she turned around and was about to leave, a question came up.

When the house was raided, all the property was confiscated. How did Bitong grab this fan? She hasn't seen it before. How can it be today...

When she knocked on the door and saw that Bitong was still wandering, she had to open the door.

"Is it you?!"

"You are..."

A young man outside the door looked surprised, but she didn't know where he came from.

"Doesn't the girl recognize me? My surname is Jiang..."

At this time, Bitong heard the noise and rushed out. As soon as the two looked at each other, Bitong immediately blushed.

The man hurriedly said, "My mother just took the medicine and only read the millet porridge cooked by Sister Bitong..."

Bitong answered and did not ask her for instructions. She lowered her head and went out.

The scholar followed, but looked back at her, stopped, bowed respectfully, and blushed slightly.

She stood still in a stunned manner.

Bitong...folding fan...Jiang...Xihu...

Is it...

Bitong, Bitong, couldn't say anything in the past, but she just pressed this matter for a long time...

For good, it was such a coincidence that things happened in the world, and in addition, she deliberately leaked the "sky secret", and the two of them made their minds clear. It has been almost three years. Jiang Xiaolou has also reached the age of marriage, and Jiang is more anxious to have a grandson, but Bitong has delayed again and again. Now he is 25 years old.

She knew that it was because of her own drag, but Bitong was also stubborn. There was nothing that could not be taken care of across a wall?

She shook her head secretly. At this time, as soon as the courtyard door rang, Qitong appeared at the door, and Hongfu's face was even more touching against the camellia beside her temples.

"The master sent slaves and maidservants to invite the eldest girl back home for the Chinese Valentine's Day."

She looked at Bitong's joy and smiled and said, "Is it safe to go to the flower before the moon?"

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"Xueyan, are you really not going to move back to live?"

Walking along the garden path, Cheng Junhuai looked at his daughter seriously and found that although she was described as thin, she was much more energetic than before.

"Dad, you can ask once you come back..."

She carefully removed a broken hair on her father's shoulder and accidentally caught a glimpse of his temples... a few more silver threads, and she was stunned.

"Oh, Dad is old and has a bad memory." Cheng Junhuai smiled and said, "In the past, I just wanted to protect you, but I always didn't take good care of you, which made you suffer a lot. You're right. No matter how good the house is, it's just a beautiful cage, but when you are outside, Dad is somewhat worried..."

"It's been so many years, when did Dad see his daughter complain? Have you suffered a loss?"

"Whichever, the wind and clouds are changing in this dynasty, and it is not guaranteed that one day..."

Where did Dad say it was? Is Dad extremely prosperous now and rising step by step..."

"You girl, you are more and more able to make Dad happy..."

Cheng Xueyan smiled mischievously and casually took off the jade hairpin to play.

"Dad, I just saw Qitong, she and her brother..."

Cheng Zhung sighed: "Qi Tong is really a good girl. In those years, she followed us to the countryside, worked hard and rushed to work hard, never saying that she was tired. If Cangyi's injury is not taken care of by her, his arm may..."

"In my opinion, my brother has always had her in his heart, but he felt sorry for his sister-in-law at the beginning, so..."

"If I say I'm sorry, I'm sorry for Qu Shangshu. He has only one daughter under his knees... Now that Mrs. Qu can't afford to afford it, Qu Shangshu told me to return to his hometown... Maybe I really did something wrong. If I didn't ask the emperor to marry me in those years... Now there are three people who make a mistake, Le Yao still... Cangyi can't let it go, and it's hard for Qitong I'm waiting with all my heart."

"Sincerely, I think my brother will one day..."

"Well, it's hard to solve. A few days later, General Han returned to Beijing to report his work. General Han's bones became worse and worse. They were all old injuries relapsed. He may stay longer when he came back this time. Cangyi had handed a fold to the emperor, hoping to garrison the border city..."

"It's better to let Qitong leave..." She suddenly remembered that Le Feng followed Han Jiangzhu to the border city and made a good story.

"You are all old and have your own ideas. Dad doesn't want to interfere anymore. It's just that Dad wants to ask you something. The people of the Gu family have been looking for you. You plan to..."

Cheng Xueyan lowered her head, turned the jade hairpin between her fingers, and did not speak.

"It's been so long. Since he is looking for you, now even the emperor has been shocked. There must be a reason at the beginning..."

"What can be the reason? What should be said has been made very clear. Isn't it because he didn't have a letter of rest at that time that he was worried that I would miss his life if I repented?

"Dad always feels the fate between you..."

"What else is the fate? No matter how many fates there are, after so many things, after so many years, it should be broken..."

When he spoke, he had arrived at Weilan Pavilion.

The flowering period has passed, and only the oily leaves are swaying in the wind.