Have You Written Your Will Today?

   One year later, in the middle of winter.

  The snow all over the sky, like smoke, not smoke, not fog, fluttering and falling branches. The evil wind blew a biting chill.

  The joy after the year has not dissipated yet. The sound of hawking in the streets and alleys came one after another.

  In the Yunqi Pavilion, the best carbon is burning.

  The woman lying on the table has an exquisite face, wearing a Suzhou embroidered double-breasted dark flower jacket, and a red skirt with a gold belt sewn with beads. She combed her hair in a delicate bun, her lips were red and her teeth were white. I don't know what a good color it will be when it grows.

   She was holding a letter from Shengjing in her hand, playing with it.

   Cui Yun has not been to Fengzhou for more than a year.

  The letters he sent, one letter a month, never stopped. But Shen Wei was tired of reading those few sentences over and over again.

  At first, she didn't know many characters, and her handwriting was crooked, but at that time she was very caring. In order to reply to the letter, no matter how difficult it was, she still had to ask her master.

   Later, she simply spent money to hire a scholar who wrote outside to survive. Tell the interesting stories of recent days vividly.

   Slowly, she gradually lost interest.

  One year may be short for adults, but it is too long for little girls.

  She still remembers her loss when Cui Yun left, but now that she thinks about it, she has long forgotten the feeling of reluctance.

  The girl also understood the gap between the Yangling Hou Mansion and the Shen family.

   "Shen Hua!"

  Zheng Qianyu entered from the outside, breaking the freshly opened wintersweet in his hand.

   "Do you want to go to the theater?"

"What drama?"

   "Is the play important? What is important is the person!"

  Zheng Qianyu couldn't suppress her emotions, without even thinking about it, she threw the letter in her hand aside, and pulled people outside.

"Just the most handsome Xiaochunyuan student I told you about a few years ago, do you still remember? A year ago, you were detained by the old master. You didn't talk about reading every day, and ran to Sister Xiao's place when you had time, listening to plays all the time." Let me go, when you are free, that Xiaosheng and the seniors in the troupe will go out to sing operas."

   "He just returned yesterday! He has also become a living sign."

   "I managed to get a seat. The Muchun Garden is now surrounded by people, all of whom are there to see the heroic appearance."

"etc."

  Shen Hua: "Bring me my cloak of lotus green feathers and snow fox fur."

  Zheng Qianyu:? ? ?

  She looked around: "You ordered me?"

   "Can't you?"

OK!

   She deserves it!

   Went to Muchun Garden, Shen Wei was attracted by Xiaosheng's singing when he appeared on stage.

   Sure enough, he was handsome, with a clean breath all over his body. On the contrary, it seems out of place with this kind of place.

  Zheng Qianyu was intoxicated.

  But she found that Shen Hua's eyes were so straight that she even forgot to eat the peeled fruit in her hand.

  A song Bi Xiaosheng stepped down.

  Shen Hua slowly looked at Zheng Qianyu.

   "It's really good."

  Zheng Qianyu lamented: "It's a pity that we sing once a day."

  Shen Hua got up without any disturbance.

   "Going back? Why don't you go to the jewelry store?"

  The girl didn't answer, but went backstage.

  She found Xiaosheng and took out a gold ingot. hand it over.

  The girl raised her chin: "You."

  She glanced at the other party up and down: "Accompaniment?"

   This year, she was 9 years old.

  The gear of fate pulled back the original track.

  Yangling Hou Mansion.

  Cui Yun straightened his clothes, stroked his sleeves, and tied his crown.

   "It's just a rabble of vicious people, I know it well."

  Cui Bai hugged the sleeping Cui Rong.

   "Of course I am relieved of your actions. Weizhen, do you still remember the third prince."

  Cui Yun raised his eyes and said, "Brother, how can you mention him?"

   "In the past six months, I have been exchanging letters with him."

  From the beginning, his father resigned, and Cui Bai stayed in Shengjing. Cui Yun noticed something unusual. The Marquis of Yangling never stood in line, and my elder brother had no private contacts with the third prince Ji Tran before.

  He suddenly looked at Cui Bo.

  Cui Bai smiled: "It's what you think."

"General Jin is old, and he won't be able to stay at the border for a few years. In the past six months, the countries have been eyeing each other. Jin Zhong is a hot-blooded seedling, but he listens to General Jin, and General Jin listens to his father. Naturally, he can't go there. Death. And the military generals that the government intends to support are mediocre in the end."

   Marching and fighting is no child's play.

   And the royal men never went to war.

  How do they understand the hardships of soldiers throwing their heads and blood?

   In a good game of chess, Emperor Xie is obviously in a cocoon, without knowing it.

   "Brother has been busy thinking about you not having a family these days, so he is more free than me. From now on, you will contact him."

  Cui Yun:…

   Throw everything at him, I can't see what you're doing.

   At this moment, the Qing enters from the outside.

   "Master, there is a hidden pile in Fengzhou City to report back, and the Shen family's daughter spent a lot of money to eat with Xiaosheng."

  Cui Yun's expression darkened suddenly.

  He originally thought that Shen Wei was too busy with homework. For this reason, Cui Yun was even pleased with it.

very good.

  Do not write back to him. Ganqing is busy looking for Xiaosheng.

  He got up and was about to go out, but before he could go out, he was stopped by someone behind him.

   "In a few days, it will be A Niang's birthday."

   Life and death stop.

  Cui Bai suppressed a smile: "It's good that you stayed in Fengzhou."

  He seems to have remembered something.

   "I can't leave Sister Rong's side. Even if I resign, in the past six months, many people have stared at my father and me, and their hands are tied."

   "Why don't you place some people in Hengzhou, Tongzhou, Huizhou, and other places to build hidden piles. Although it takes time and effort, it is probably not difficult for you. There is no rush, you can plan carefully."

  ——

   And here, the matter of Shen Hua was deliberately passed on to Shen Zhi's ears by the hidden pile.

  Shen Zhi hurried home from the school but found out that Shen Hua had already left the house.

  It was freezing cold, and the girl was wrapped up tightly.

  She looked at the dirty Zheng Qianyu with a cold and noble attitude.

   "With you like this, you can't even start a fire. I'm afraid you won't be able to eat roasted sweet potatoes in ten years?"

   Zheng Qianyu was very irritable: "Will you come?"

  If she knew how to do it, she would have started it long ago!

   It's my turn to get Zheng Qianyu to talk nonsense here!

  Zheng Qianyu: "You asked me to come out! Now you ask me to bake sweet potatoes for you! You are so embarrassing, you are not reasonable at all!"

   "Reasonable?"

  The girl told her confidently: "I am the reason."

  Zheng Qianyu:! !

  Shen Hua Shi suddenly got up, she didn't expect Zheng Qianyu's sweet potatoes anymore, she turned her head and went to the right, when she came just now, there was a jujube tree there.

  The big and round jujubes were hanging on the tree, and Shen Wei looked up to see them.

  It's so high that you can't pick it up even if you jump up.

  She looked behind her, far away from Zheng Qianyu. Should not be seen.

  The girl felt that there was nothing she couldn't do in the world.

   She tidied up and climbed a tree.

   Yangyang climbing a tree should also be very impressive.

  She stood on tiptoe with difficulty, not forgetting to break off a small branch, and went to poke the nearest jujube, but accidentally poked a honeycomb on the tree.

  She slipped and fell down.

   It hit the snow hard, and there was a hard rock underneath, and her little face wrinkled in pain.

   Followed by the stinging sensation of being stung by a bee.

  Shen Hua was dying.

  Her face!

  History is always strikingly similar.

   Someone did save her.

   It was He Chu who ran over.

  A few days later, Jiqing reported again.

   "Master."

   This time, he faltered. Carefully look at Cui Yun's face.

   "Miss Shen is going to be engaged to someone else."

  The teacup in Cui Yun's hand is broken

  There is only one chapter today.