The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 127 Because Your Surname is Han (2)
At that time, the head of the Situ family was already the first-rank hussar general of the dynasty. At this time, the Jinyang Palace was still called the "Princess Mansion". The official street in the west of Shengjing City was much deserted than it is now. Situ He wasn't the only one, he remembered that Situ He also had a cousin.

Not all gangsters can become the boss at the beginning. Before Situ He, his cousin Situ Rui was No.1 among the gangsters.There are not many children in Guanguan Street, so he was bored and went out with his brother to find playmates.

That day, I saw a group of children playing cuju from a distance, and a ball made of eight-sided leather was swimming under their feet like flowers. My brother was very interested and squeezed forward to play with them.Although the child was young, he was so familiar with life. Five or six of them stopped playing Cuju. Situ Rui took the lead and asked him, "Whose family do you belong to?"

The younger brother eagerly blurted out: "From the princess mansion!"

Situ Rui and Situ He looked at each other, and suddenly threw the Cuju in their hands towards them: "From the Princess Mansion? Our Situ family doesn't bring people from the Princess Manor to play! Who gave your surname Han!"

Who made your surname Han...

At the age of seven, after the imperial decree was recited, the princess mansion was confiscated, and their family was driven to Beijun mansion. The eunuch also cursed in a low voice: "Who made your surname Han."

There is a vast prairie in Beijun Mansion, which stretches as far as the eye can see. Every autumn, when wild geese fly south, my mother will stand on the tower and look in the direction of Shengjing in the southern country. She still likes to wear a bright red brocade robe, and her hair is still combed very high. , the same as before.

But every time he saw his mother's sad face, he couldn't help thinking, would one day, my mother would jump off the tall city tower with her dress fluttering like the red poppies that bloom all over the mountains and plains every summer?

He returned to Shengjing as the hostage of a foreign vassal. The mansion bestowed by Emperor Jing Yuan was huge, but it was not a newly built mansion. It was just a renaming of the old "Princess's Mansion" ten years ago to "Jinyang Prince's Mansion".

That day, he walked alone by the moat, and saw a group of people flying kites, including a pair of particularly eye-catching, a tall boy and a short girl, both of them were dressed in fiery red. Should be pretty good.

He suddenly stopped, remembering that when he was young, he took his younger brother to fly a kite. Although the kite was just such an ordinary little thing, it could still make them play with it all day long.

However, after a while, the boy in red suddenly dropped the kite string he was holding in his hand, turned around and was about to leave. The boys who were flying their kites were all persuading him: "Situ, don't go! You don't have to go if you go!" Can't win!"

"Yeah, I heard that that person is the most beautiful in Daxing Country. We people can't even stand up to him. It doesn't matter whether you go or not! If you hit me, I will say it!"

"..."

Although all kinds of words were persuasive, more of them were mixed with encouragement, which made it even more difficult for the young man in red to restrain himself, and walked faster and faster.The only girl in the group was still playing with her kite. She was small and weak, and she couldn't hold the kite when it flew too far. Finally, she shouted loudly: "Hey! Hey! Hurry up! Hurry up! Come here! The kite is about to fly! My hand hurts! I can't hold it anymore! Hurry up!"

For example, the ten thousand words of persuasion just now worked. The boy in red stepped forward and turned back, holding the girl's hands from behind to help her stabilize the kite. The girl turned her head to look at the boy, with a serious look and a tone Determined, with a clear voice: "He, you don't have to go, and you don't have to compare with him. Don't worry, that person named Han Ye is definitely not as good-looking as you!"

The young man in red immediately grinned, his handsome brows were full of self-satisfaction, he forgot about the instigation of those boys just now, and said with a smile: "Jing Xiaobai said yes, that is."

Ten years later, Situ He no longer knew Han Ye, and Han Ye was standing under the weeping willows by the moat, listening to other people's good or bad comments on him, and he didn't turn away, and didn't like him. Ten years ago, he said, "Can you take me to play with you?"

Would they look at him mockingly, then sneer again and ask, "Who gave your surname Han?"

, only a stomach full of inappropriateness remained, and even the ignorant and fearless temperament of his youth was lost.He envied Situ He and Jing Xiaobai's time so much, he didn't need to be compared with anyone else, he was the prettiest in her eyes.

At the age of 19, the girl in red rushed to Lutai Mountain rashly. She had only been here for a month, but she went to the back mountain to eavesdrop on him playing the flute every day. Grass...Anyway, she has received all kinds of punishments in the sect.However, she refused to change after repeated admonitions, and continued to go to the back mountain every day for half a year. She was always there when he played the flute.

A girl who is too persistent is actually very annoying, especially with a temperament that is not afraid of anything, he is tired of her, and no longer goes to the back mountain, and she doesn't bother her, but just sends him a plate of food from the back mountain every morning. The freshly picked fruit is bright and sweet, or a fresh peach blossom is put in a bottle and placed on his window sill.

The years on Lutai Mountain are really long. It is different from the howling cold wind in the distant North County Mansion, and the humid and bustling bustle of Shengjing. Every time he opens the bamboo window, what he sees is lively vitality, or a touch of hiding. The red figure trotted away again.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four distinct seasons are sent by a girl every day. Her eyes can always see the scenery that others cannot see. Looking at the things she sends every day, you will know where the time has gone. , what flowers are blooming on the mountain, and whether the leaves have turned yellow.

However, that morning, when he opened the window, he didn't see anything from her.Nothing on the window sill, nothing on the ground, it was all empty.

He lowered his eyes, squeezed the flute around his waist tightly, and smiled with his lips hooked, not knowing whether it was a sense of regret or self-deprecation.

Such a young girl, if she has no patience, she will naturally stop coming, right?What's more, he never gave her any response, and she might be discouraged.She suddenly remembered that year by the moat of Shengjing, she said to Situ He: "He, you don't have to go, and you don't have to compare with him, don't worry, that person named Han Ye is definitely not as good-looking as you!"

Actually, that person named Han Ye...

He never felt how good-looking he was, and he never felt that his appearance was worthy of praise and flattery.

During the morning class, someone told him that Jing Xiaobai hadn't returned all night, and the master had sent people to look for him everywhere.

His body stood up uncontrollably from the chair he had just sat on, and hurriedly rushed towards the back mountain.The place where he used to practice flute was a dense forest, and there were many exotic flowers and plants in the depths of the forest. However, there were also birds and beasts, so hunters would often set traps here.

In the early morning after the rain in the mountains, the grass and trees were all wet, his shoes and the hem of his clothes were already damp. Finally, he saw one of her shoes hanging on a severed dead branch.

(End of this chapter)