In the early morning, the maids and women got up early and washed the yard inside and out with water. The courtyard was bustling with activity, and inside the room Yu Qingjia was also doing her make-up surrounded by the maids. Today's New Year's Eve, logically everything should be joyous, but in August, Mr. Yu just passed away, and everyone in the second room wore mourning, so Yu Qingjia didn't change into bright clothes, but wore a white skirt. There was nothing else on her body. Color, only the hydrangeas are outlined with light red thread at the cuffs.
Bai Zhi felt very distressed when she saw that her wife was so beautiful, she was born to be the focus of everyone, but she couldn't dress up properly during the Chinese New Year. She secretly rolled her eyes at Old Master Yu, and picked another ruby hairpin from the jewelry box and inserted it in Yu Qingjia's hair, making sure that she suppressed all her noble spirit before Bai Zhi was willing to give up.
After dressing up, Yu Qingjia stood up, and everyone in the room couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Even if you have to observe filial piety, today is the New Year's Day after all. The white dress on Yu Qingjia's body is of excellent quality and restrained in brilliance. Although it is not a rich color such as red and purple, it has a low-key luxury of its own. It is said that women should be pretty and filial. Yu Qingjia's appearance is too beautiful. After putting on a white dress, her sandalwood hair and snow skin, red lips and white teeth are even more set off. In the winter morning, the light was dim, there was no light in the house, and there was faint dust floating in the air. Yu Qingjia stood there, her whole body exuding a soft halo.
The maids were almost absent-minded. It took Yinzhu a long time to find where her chin was. She smacked her lips and sighed sincerely: "Why do I think my lady has become more beautiful recently?"
Bai Zhi shot her a look, and pretended to scold: "Look at what you said, didn't the lady look good before?"
"That's not true. The lady used to be very good-looking, but it's different now. The servant is stupid and doesn't know what to say. It's similar to seeing the lady in the past. The servant will sigh how good-looking, and it will disappear after looking back. But now, the servant girl can't take her eyes off the lady, and after a long time, her mind will become delusional, and she can't help but wonder if the lady is human."
Although Yinzhu's words were rough, they were unexpectedly pertinent. All the maids laughed because of her, and even Yu Qingjia couldn't help laughing. Bai Zhi patted Yinzhu resolutely, and said: "It's also because our lady has a good temper and doesn't care about you, or else she dares to say that the lady is not human, and see if the master will not pick you up."
But Bai Zhi said so, but she was very proud of Yu Qingjia in her heart. Yu Qingjia has grown a lot in the past six months, her chin has become sharper, her eyes have become more moist, and her waist has become softer and slender. It is obvious that she is a young girl and has stepped into the boundaries of an adult woman. The childishness that once belonged to a child has completely faded away. It is similar to the fact that the dust on the night pearl is brushed away little by little, and there is nothing blocking it, and the pearl immediately emits a scorching brilliance.
Bai Zhi said proudly: "Fortunately, I look at my lady every day. Otherwise, I'll see you again in the first half of the year. I'm afraid my heart won't be able to beat the shock. The lady is beautiful at first, but now she looks more delicate. This is called drought." Drought to death, waterlogging to death, madness to those people in Dafang." Bai Zhi said happily for a while, then suddenly said with emotion: "Oh, I don't know which family will be so lucky in the future to marry a lady back home."
The tip of Yu Qingjia's eyebrows moved invisibly, and the water in his eyes shone slightly. When Bai Rong heard this, she smiled lightly and said: "The deer is lost in the wild, and the whole world chases after it. A beauty like a lady must be matched by a first-class hero."
Seeing these maids talking more and more shamelessly, Yu Qingjia blushed and cast a sharp glance at the maids: "Still talking? It's getting late, and I have to greet my grandmother and father."
The maids laughed, and Bai Rong also showed a meaningful smile. It's hard for Bai Rong to say whether she is in the family of her natal family or her in-laws, but seeing Yu Qingjia's performance, she couldn't help but want to smile.
Now half of the people in the courtyard are people from the East Palace, so Murong Yan left quietly, and the fact that a person disappeared in the back house did not attract anyone's attention. Bai Zhi was not familiar with Murong Yan at first, only Yin Zhu had said "Where did Jing Huan go?". Everyone in the East Palace quietly guided them for a few days, and soon Yinzhu no longer cared.
The fact that Murong Yan left was like a drop of water falling into the center of a lake, except for the initial ripples, they soon completely disappeared. But Bai Rong knew that the impact of the young master's returning to the throne was far from being as calm as it appeared on the surface. When the young master was still in the Yu family, every time Bai Rong saw the interaction between the two, she couldn't help but wonder, could the young master have a twin brother? Is the young master she knew and the young master in front of Liu Niangzi really the same person? Bai Rong suffers from sour toothache every day, but after the young master left, Bai Rong felt sorry for the couple. The young master returned to the army, and there were many dangers, and the sixth lady stayed in her boudoir. Although she was safe, she was not in high spirits. As a bystander, Bai Lu felt worried every time she saw it.
However, Bai Rong always believes that lovers will eventually get married—it is not so much that she believes in fate, it is better to say that she believes in her son. The things that the young master likes have never failed. Bai Rong thought, after the battle is over, the young master can come to pick up Liu Niangzi.
Bai Rong waited optimistically for this day.
Yu Qingjia first went to pay New Year's greetings to Yu Ermao. After the dust settled on Mr. Yu's funeral, Ermao Yu presided over the separation of the family in person. Mr. Yu had just been buried in the ground, and his bones were not completely cold, so his daughter-in-law proposed to separate the family. This is of course unfilial in the eyes of etiquette. However, the other elders of the Yu family thought that there was nothing wrong with Yu Ermao and Laojun Yu's quarrel back then. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had broken up a long time ago, and they hadn't said a word for ten years. Yuer Yu even moved into the Buddhist hall because of this, and didn't care about world affairs. The clan elders secretly sighed at what happened to Yu Yan and the two wives. Now that Mr. Yu is dead, if the two wives want to separate, let's do so.
The most troublesome part of family separation is the division of property, especially Yu Wenjun's two families. The boundary between the big house's ancestral property and the second house's private property is very sensitive. Mrs. Li and others are all staring at each other, but the second wife Yu doesn't want anything. The Buddha statue in the Buddhist hall hugged the cattail mat and left without looking back. The members of the Li family were so vigilant, but in the end, they didn't care at all.
Yu Qingjia and Yu Wenjun have already moved outside, and now all they need is a title to formally separate the family. After Ermao Yu moved in, the second and eldest families were completely cleared. After Ermao Yu moved out, she still closed the door and devoted herself to worshiping the Buddha. When Yu Qingjia walked to the Buddhist hall, Erlao Yu was facing the gate with her back, closing her eyes and knocking on the wooden fish. Yu Qingjia stopped at the door, knelt on the cattail mat handed over by the maid and kowtowed to Ermao Yu: "Granddaughter pays her respects to grandma, and wishes grandma a happy year and a happy life."
Ermao Yu still had her eyes closed, and the wooden fish's voice was deep and regular. She nodded and asked the servant girl to bring up the tray with the kit, but she had no other words. Yu Qingjia sighed lowly, handed the kit to Bai Zhi to keep, and left lightly. Since Yu Ermao didn't want to pay attention to Fanchen, then Yu Qingjia couldn't bother her anymore.
Then Yu Qingjia went to pay New Year's greetings to Yu Wenjun. Yu Wenjun had been raised for a winter, and his health has improved a lot in the past few days, but compared to summer, he is still a lot thinner. He was wearing a wide-sleeved dark coat, described as thin, and looked more like a fairy.
Yu Wenjun saw Yu Qingjia unconsciously smiling. Compared to Yu Ermao, Yu Wenjun was much more enthusiastic. But after all, he was just recovering from a long illness. Yu Qingjia sat with Yu Wenjun for a while, and when he saw that he was tired, she got up and said goodbye.
After coming out of Yu Wenjun's room, Yu Qingjia paced slowly in the corridor. She walked for a while and had to admit that even on New Year's Eve, she had nowhere to go.
The second room has always been depressed. Last year, Yu Wenjun was **** in the big room by Mr. Yu in the name of sickness. The situation is worse than this year. Why did she not feel lonely and cold last year? Yu Qingjia stopped and looked up at the lantern at the corner of the eaves. The lantern was wet by the snow, its color was dark and light, and it swayed silently in the wind.
The wind in Huaishuo is cold and dry, whistling from the Gobi, disdain for any modification, always carrying the coldness and harshness of the desert. It was getting dark early in Beiyuan, and he was groggy at about midnight. A few children wrapped in thick cotton clothes ran up and down the street, playing siege games with wooden swords.
The lantern on the corner of the street was swayed by the wind, hitting the door frame with a crackling sound, Wei Xiaolang blushed, he didn't know whether he was frozen or ran away. A loud call came from the courtyard in the alley, Wei Xiaolang wiped his nose vigorously, responded nonchalantly, and ran after his partner. He turned around too quickly, didn't pay attention to the road behind him, and bumped into a person without paying attention. The seven or eight-year-old boy had a thick head and rushed towards him like a small cannonball from a distance. Wei Xiaolang let out an "oops", and before he could stop, his head was held down by a slender hand. Wei Xiaolang raised his head in a daze, first he noticed the hand pressing on his forehead.
Wei Xiaolang's family settled in Beizhen, a hereditary soldier, and a family of veterans. Most of his playmates are also like this. His father and brother are all military households. These children have been wielding knives and guns since they were young, practicing riding and shooting. Even seven-year-old children play games against siege. Wei Xiaolang is used to seeing the hands of warriors, even his mother has a pair of rough and strong hands, but he has never seen such slender, white, beautiful palms that can be used as ornamental objects.
However, it is said to be beautiful, but these hands have amazing strength. The fingers resting on Wei Xiaolang's forehead were white and long, with well-proportioned knuckles, but when pressing on Wei Xiaolang's head, he couldn't twist his neck even with all his strength. Wei Xiaolang was almost stunned when he saw the hands, but when the other party saw that Wei Xiaolang would no longer pounce on him, he withdrew his hands indifferently.
Wei Xiaolang's eyes subconsciously followed the opponent's hand. He slowly raised his head and saw a pair of silver armor and a cold mask with iron faces and fangs.
"Little boy, whose family are you from?"
Wei Xiaolang was startled when he heard the voice, he turned his head, only to find that there was actually another person beside the masked man. He scratched his head embarrassingly. Although Wei Xiaolang was young, he also grew up in a military family, so he shouldn't make such a mistake anyway. But we can't blame Wei Xiaolang for his vigilance, it's because the young gentleman who pushed Wei Xiaolang just now was too dazzling. With him around, no one can notice what's next to him.
Although Wei Xiaolang was young, thanks to the environment he grew up in, he was not timid, so he replied loudly, "I am the sixth son of the Wei family in the east of the city."
"The Wei family...it turns out to be the son of Wei Wucheng." The smiling middle-aged uncle who looked very loyal and reliable said to him, "Old Wei has raised you honestly, you are a tiger-headed tiger-headed tiger. If you run outside, your mother will come out and beat you, go back and eat."
Unconvinced, Wei Xiaolang made a funny face at Chang Da: "She won't hit me! Today is New Year's Eve, and my mother said that you can't say unlucky words today, or the new year will be unlucky."
Chang Da was stunned for a moment, and said "Oops": "Is it New Year's Eve today? So it's Chinese New Year today?"
The young gentleman who wore a silver mask and said nothing from the beginning to the end finally responded: "Yes, today is thirty, and tomorrow will be Guangxi's three years."
Chang Da patted himself on the forehead hard, and yelled: "Oh, how could I forget such a big thing. I deal with a group of rough guys every day, and I didn't notice that it was New Year's Eve."
Chang Da was annoyed, and patted Wei Xiaolang on the head, urging him to go home quickly. Wei Xiaolang pushed away Chang Da's rough hand very dissatisfied, he ran back a few steps, and couldn't help but look back at Murong Yan.
The two were about to walk out of the street. Wei Xiaolang stood behind and asked loudly, "Are you the new major general? I heard my father and elder brother talk about you."
It is very embarrassing. The Wei family is a well-known military household in the six towns. They once fought with Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty and made a lot of contributions. But later, King Changshan seized power and the government was controlled by Yin Yikun. The family is in decline. Wei Wucheng had a small status in the Sixth Towns Army, presumably he was discussing government affairs with his eldest son in private, but Wei Xiaolang overheard him.
Wei Xiaolang knew what happened but didn't know why. He only knew that a new young general had arrived in Huaishuo, but he didn't know what it meant for the Huaishuo military town. Chang Da was a little embarrassed, Wei Xiaolang actually shouted at the young master in such a tone, Chang Dazheng was about to make a fool of himself, when he caught a glimpse of the people around him nodded, and calmly said: "It's me."
It was him, Murong Yan, the "mysterious general" of Huaishuo, the six towns in northern Xinjiang, who returned from Yanzhou, the land of clothes and clothes, back to the place where the Northern Qi Dynasty started.
The voice was a little distorted through the mask, but Chang Da could still feel that the young master was not angry. Chang Da secretly marveled that the young master has become more self-cultivated now. While thinking about it, Chang Da winked at Wei Xiaolang and sent him home for dinner.
After Wei Xiaolang left, Chang Da followed Murong Yan a step behind, and said wryly: "Why did I forget, it's okay for us rough people to be casual, but the young master comes from a noble family, well-clothed and well-fed, how can the New Year's Day pass by so casually?" .My brain is so smart that I don’t even remember anything. It’s okay if my brain is not working well, why didn’t Mr. He remind me?”
"It's okay." Murong Yan answered calmly, "I didn't let He Guang say it. It's just an ordinary day, there's no need to go to war."
Anyway, as long as there is no Yu Qingjia, any day is the same. Chang was very nervous, didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and still talked about the military affairs carelessly. The two of them turned a street corner, and it suddenly became clear to them that they had entered the main street of Huaishuo Town.
Chang Dadong was talking nonsense, but Murong Yan didn't talk to him, but just listened quietly. Suddenly Murong Yan stopped in his footsteps, Chang Da was stunned for a while, and didn't realize what was wrong for a while. Soon, there was the sound of running behind him, and Zheng Er clasped his fists at Murong Yan, then leaned closer, and said in a low voice, "My lord, someone has taken it."
Murong Yan's always calm and indifferent eyes finally showed some ripples, Geng Di was intercepted from Yecheng, and now, the last preparation process before raising troops has also been completed.