when will i see you again

On this day, tens of thousands of lanterns were removed from the Zhongchang Street Lantern Market in Taijing City. The red lanterns hung in front of ordinary houses were still piled with snow, so the hosts took off the lanterns and waited for the next year to be used again. The breath of the year finally slipped away from Taijing City.

Schools start, private schools teach, people are diligent and diligent, and they all want to have a good new year.Just like people who are in a downturn this year, they always look forward to changing their luck next year.

The general's mansion is as usual day by day, and the death of the ten spirits has not caused the slightest confusion and panic here. The general is like a tiger, and if the subordinates do not have this awareness and awareness in their heads, I am afraid they will not be able to live well at all.Chi Dongxia's disappearance, Yan Er's disappearance, looked at it this way, it couldn't be more commonplace.It's like a stone falling on the surging river on the bank, which can't stir up many waves at all.

"I'm back." Shen Qingjue stepped into the door, and Lu Wantong was about to follow up to help her take off her robe and undress, but Shen Qingjue raised his hand to stop her, "I'll come by myself, you help me go out of the house today to see Let's see if there are any restaurants with good location and good appearance in the busy city of Taijing, come back in the evening and let me know."

"Yes." Lu Wantong responded and went out.

Shen Qingjue took off his cloak, and after dealing with the sudden waves of major events, he felt very comfortable. In recent days, she really wanted to forget about Wei Qianqiang, and only lived peacefully with Xie Bingyuan every day.

Shen Qingjue let out a long breath, thinking about going to the study to read and write, and then making a few cups of tea for her Yuanyuan, it was absolutely perfect.

As soon as she opened the door and entered, she saw Xie Bingyuan sitting in her seat, holding her own painting in her hand. One end of the painting was placed on the desk, and the other end was hanging on her lap.

The atmosphere is a little weird.

The lifelike person in the painting looked at her, and she was fascinated by the person in the painting.

"Does it look good?" Shen Qingjue walked over to face her, lifted up his robe, and sat directly on the desk in a very impolite manner, with his two long legs exposed to support his body.

"It's beautiful." Xie Bingyuan was still looking at the painting, but a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Persons look better or paintings look nicer?" Shen Qingjue leaned forward slightly.

"I'm pretty." Xie Bingyuan smiled even more.

Facing unfamiliar people and praising her skin, she would say "Where is it, I deserve it", and facing ordinary friends, she would say "Thank you", but this time facing Shen Qingjue, she said "Yes , I am very pretty."

"Yes, let the sun and the moon dim, and make Fen Dai colorless." Then Shen Qingjue conjured a small silver box from his sleeve, opened it, and inside were small ball-shaped objects of different colors. "I went to the master's study room this morning, and saw that the cook gave him this candy. I found that it was different from the maltose and honey we used to eat. I found it novel, so I brought it back to you."

Xie Bingyuan raised his eyebrows and gestured with his eyes, Shen Qingjue hurriedly picked up one with two fingers and put it into her mouth.Xie Bingyuan nodded and continued to look at the painting.

"Not bad," she said, bowing her head.

"That's natural." Shen Qingjue simply walked around behind her, put his hands on her shoulders, and squeezed them lightly.Her hand strength is appropriate and she is very attentive, Xie Bingyuan is very comfortable.

After pinching for a while, Shen Qingjue moved his position again and helped her pinch her shoulders.

"So when you drew this sentence, you thought it was still 22 years ago?"

When she finished drawing the painting that night and jotted down the time, it was the time before her, which was the winter of 22 years. People usually agree with the year they are in. If it suddenly comes to another time, Subconsciously think that the previous time was perfectly normal.

"Well, I'm confused." Shen Qingjue replied.

"Before... I mean, in my previous life, I had such a beauty?"

"Perhaps you don't know it yourself. Wearing powder and daisy clothes, you can be whoever you want. Sometimes I feel that you only exalt her beauty by dressing up as a noble concubine. The noble concubine is probably not as beautiful as you. Speaking of which, It's been a long time since you sang an opera, since you moved in, you seldom go to Liyuan."

Xie Bingyuan nodded.

"I asked Wan Tong to inspect for me the restaurant that is going to be sold in the near future. You settle in the big family and sisters from the previous Wuwanglou, and you can go wherever you want."

"Before, I always thought that I should protect you and let you stay in the general's mansion and don't go anywhere, but now I think that you probably have the life you want, not only me, but also others. I will also protect your safety." Take extra care, and on second thought, maybe you'll be safer that way."

"Wan Tong, it's only been a few days, and you're so close?" Xie Bingyuan raised her head and stared at her.

"I'm just lazy."

"This painting is not bad, I'll frame it in my room." Xie Bingyuan rolled up the painting and was about to get up.

"What?" Shen Qingjue deliberately widened his eyes.

"Why, I want a painting from you, can't bear it?" Xie Bingyuan squinted at her.

"No, I mean, isn't your room the same as mine?"

"..."

When did Shen Qingjue become such a rascal.Xie Bingyuan refused to listen to her and insisted on abducting the painting, but it is not known where it was hung.

The two talked for a while, and then heard someone come up to report, "General, the old lady has arrived."

Shen Qingjue put away his playful expression, straightened his robe and prepared to go out to meet him.

"Jing'er, your sister's General's Mansion is really good." Shen Jing grabbed Huanrong's arm, and slowly followed Huanrong to support her.

Ever since the mother and daughter broke up on New Year's Eve, Shen Qingjue did not go to see An for more than ten days. Huanrong used her busy government affairs as an excuse and did not ask her to go to the house. The mother and daughter secretly taught each other, and now Shen Qingjue lowered his face to pay her respects first, Huanrong naturally wouldn't continue carrying it, after all, she was her own daughter, and as a mother, she was angry, but she couldn't remain indifferent after all.

Along the way, Shen Jing also felt that the General's Mansion was exquisite and elegant, and compared to the grandeur of the Wang's Mansion, it had more life style. Listening quietly, he could even hear the sound of wind and water, as if he was in the countryside.

"That's right, Jing'er wants to live in my sister's house often and never leave."

"Well, she is your sister, and her house is also your home. If you want to come, just tell her, and she will definitely agree to you staying here."

The mother and son were chatting and laughing, walking all the way through the corridor, and saw Shen Qingjue coming from afar.

"Mother, younger brother." Shen Qingjue smiled, and greeted the two who were talking and laughing.

"Let's talk in the house."

Three people came to the table, and the two came just in time, it was lunch time.There were various dishes on the table, and when the two of them were on the table, the maids informed the kitchen to prepare more dishes, and Huan Rong was slightly satisfied.

"Where's Yuanyuan?" A maid put a small burning stove on the table. The soup was still boiling in the stove, and the aroma was strong. The maid carefully lifted the lid, and a more intense aroma rushed out.

Shen Jing's eyes lit up, and he was about to grab the chopsticks and make a move.

"Go back to the general, Madam is still in the study."

Shen Jing paused, "Madam?"

Huanrong's complexion also added a touch of gloom.

"Mother wait, I'll ask her to eat."

Huan Rong put down the chopsticks, and Shen Jing also put down the chopsticks.

"Yuanyuan, why are you still here? It's time to eat." Shen Qingjue walked in, and saw Xie Bingyuan wearing a water-colored dress, sitting on a chair and reading a book.

She was rolling the book with one hand, with a part of her wrist protruding from the cuff, the dark blue cover made her complexion whiter, seeing Shen Qingjue coming in, Xie Bingyuan put down the book.

"Isn't the old lady outside? I won't go out, you can eat."

"No, come out with me."

Shen Qingjue's attitude was a little tough, it seemed that Xie Bingyuan's refusal made her a little helpless.

"You go, I'm not hungry, it's impolite for me to go." Xie Bingyuan continued to read after finishing speaking, without raising her head.

Shen Qingjue stood on the spot, stood there for a few breaths, then turned and went out helplessly.

Xie Bingyuan put down the book belatedly, she... a little angry?

Seeing Shen Qingjue coming back by herself, Huan Rong didn't ask who she was calling, and the pent-up anger in her heart gradually eased, her face softened, and she thought to herself that the actor still knew how to measure, and didn't follow her no matter how big or small Come to the table.

As usual, Shen Qingjue filled Huanrong's soup and placed it in front of her. Now his son Shen Jing could finally move his chopsticks.

With joy on his young face, he scooped up the still steaming soup with a spoon and put it in his mouth, grinning in pain.

"Slow down, no one is going to grab you." Huan Rong took the handkerchief and handed it over. After he made such a fuss, the whole dinner table finally seemed less awkward.

"After the year, I was busy with government affairs, so I didn't go to see my mother and younger brother. Forgive me, but I have to call you today."

Huan Rong and Shen Jing naturally also heard the news of Shi Ling's sudden illness and death, so they naturally believed in Shen Qingjue's words.

"It's normal for things in the world to separate and combine. Long-term companionship is always difficult. Don't be too sad."

Shen Qingjue: "Remember mother's teachings."

The three had a rare chat, talking about Shen Jing's anecdotes in the Imperial Forest Army, Huan Rong's health, and how Shen Jing's martial arts and archery had improved. In the end, the topic inevitably turned to herself.

"Men are crowned at twenty, and women can be married when they are sixteen years old. Men marry at thirty, and women marry at twenty. It is timeless. My sister will be 25 years old after this year. When will I find a good brother-in-law? ah?"

Shen Jing added dishes with a smile, and said casually while eating.

"There are three ways to be unfilial, and having no offspring is the greatest. You are now twenty years old. I am a girl, and you have to continue the incense of the Shen family." Shen Qingjue's thin lips curled slightly, looking at Shen Jing with a half-smile.

"This is what a younger brother should do, but does my sister have someone in mind?"

"Yes." Shen Qingjue lowered his eyes, his eyes were gentle.

"Okay, let's eat first, the food is cold." Huan Rong interrupted the pair of siblings, and the table became quiet again. Shen Jing couldn't help winking at Shen Qingjue as if frightened, wanting to ask Shen Qing He thought so much of the person that Jue liked, but it was a pity that Shen Qingjue ignored him at all, turning a blind eye to Shen Jing's countless questioning eyes.

After a while, Huan Rong stopped her chopsticks first, and the siblings saw her like this, so they stopped eating with their chopsticks.

"Jing'er, you just wander around the mansion. Your sister and I have something to say."

"Yes, then Jing'er withdrew first."

Shen Jing really wanted to know what the two of them were going to talk about, but he suppressed his curiosity and wandered outside instead.

Hearing that the back garden had a good view, he decided to go to the back garden first.

"Where's the ancestral hall?" Huan Rong asked Shen Qingjue with a sullen face.

"Go back to mother, in the attic." Shen Qingjue replied respectfully.

As the name of the ancestral hall suggests, there are the spiritual tablets of the ancestors of the Shen family. This small pavilion is built in a magnificent manner, surrounded by seclusion and quiet, with continuous incense, but because no one has come for a long time, the surroundings are a bit cold. Several futons on the ground were also a little damp.

"Do you remember all these memorial tablets?" Huan Rong took three sticks of incense from the confession case, lit them with a torch, and inserted them into the middle incense burner.

"Remember. There is a father, a grandfather, and a great grandfather." Going all the way up, you can trace back half of the old Chu. The Shen family has been prominent for many years, and it was the most prosperous at the end of the old Chu. Shen Qingjue was left alone with the blood of the Shen family.

In the past, when Prince Shen had just disappeared, neither mother nor daughter mentioned that they wanted to enshrine Prince Shen's tablet in the ancestral hall. It was not until the new General's Mansion was built that Shen Qingjue added her father's tablet to it.

"Do you know why there are so many tablets?"

"The incense burns continuously, the family is passed on from generation to generation, and thanks to the blessings of our ancestors, our generation is today."

Shen Qingjue replied.

"Qing'er, you also know the saying that the family is passed on from generation to generation, and the incense burns continuously."

Huan Rong spoke earnestly, so she simply knelt on the futon, clasped her hands together and spread them out, and kowtowed to the many spirit tablets in front of her.

"The Shen family spanned two dynasties and existed for nearly 200 years. It has survived the catastrophe more than ten years ago. Although the spirit has been damaged, there are still you and me after all. Although your brother is close to you, he has blood on his body After all, it's not the Shen family's blood."

Huanrong got up and looked at Shen Qingjue who had been silent all this time, "You have grown up, I can ignore you in many things, but in the end, I still have to listen to my parents for the most important things in my life. Your worthless father and king have not been heard from, so the concubine mother has no choice but to leave her behind." And shouldered his responsibility."

"After you marry the son of Nalian official, you will raise a little boy. With your status and your mother and concubine, you must call him Shen. When he grows up, your mother and concubine will ask for a hereditary succession for you, so that we can be safe. The future generations of the family will have no worries for a hundred years!"

Huan Rong never said much, and she rarely said these kind words to Shen Qingjue, so pulling her into the ancestral hall today was nothing more than trying to persuade her to have a good marriage.

Indeed, in terms of right family, in terms of young talents, in terms of age, who else would Lian Xiao not marry her?If Shen Qingjue is not Shen Qingjue but someone else, and after weighing and seeing through the government and the opposition, I am afraid that Huanrong's vision and methods will be applauded.

Shen Qingjue smelled the cigarette curling up in front of him, his expression became more and more strange in the somewhat gloomy air.

"Then the one who is going to give birth is not a son? Do you want to treat her like this to me?" Shen Qingjue said, his tone was slightly lonely and mocking.

Huan Rong frowned and looked at her, as if waiting for her next words.

"In the previous dynasty, there was a desolate Marquis. When Taijing City was destroyed by the rebellious army, he died with the city. Before his death, he left a famous article handed down from generation to generation. "I thought that I lived only to defend the country for my father and grandma. Why did the concubine think that our Shen family has not been broken with the country?"

As soon as Shen Qingjue finished speaking, Huan Rong swung her arm vigorously, and slapped Shen Qingjue's face crisply with her five fingers.A "pop" resounded through the ancestral hall, and seemed to disturb the dust floating in from the outside.Shen Qingjue was beaten and turned away, paused for a while, then turned to face Huan Rong again: "Mother Concubine, don't get angry."

"You still know that I am your concubine?"

"Qing Jue will always know and is willing to listen to your words, except for this matter, my daughter will disobey you."

"I already have someone in mind, and I have already made an oath, I can't let her down."

Shen Qingjue was as calm as usual, but the hands clenched into fists in the drooping sleeves revealed the ups and downs in her heart at the moment.

"Is that the actor?"

"……Yes."

"You told me earlier that I thought you were impulsive and asked you to reflect on it for a few days. Why, do you really agree with your rebellious behavior?"

Huan Rong's fingers trembled uncontrollably, thinking of Shen Qingjue's departure on New Year's Eve, she became even more angry.

"Mother Concubine, my daughter has been impulsive for six years." Shen Qingjue thought, but it's actually not, it's been impulsive for two lifetimes.

"Heh" Huan Rong sneered for a while, being shocked by Shen Qingjue's answer, her eyes turned black for a while, she couldn't stand on her feet, her legs were a little weak, Shen Qingjue hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

"Kneel, just kneel here, when will you figure out when to get up again!"

Huan Rong didn't need Shen Qingjue to help her, but pushed her away, leaving Shen Qingjue to leave the ancestral hall alone.Before going out, the door of the ancestral hall was heavily closed.

"Mother Concubine? Why are you angry? How are you talking with your sister?" Shen Jing had already waited on the first floor of the exit of the ancestral hall. Seeing Huan Rong coming down with a very bad expression, he hurried forward to support her.

"Nothing, you can go home with me."

Huan Rong's face softened a little when she saw Shen Jing who was in Hou's hands. She put her arm on Shen Jing's wrist and let out a few deep breaths.

Shen Jing's face changed rapidly, and his eyes rolled a few times, as if he was trying to think about what made Huan Rong so angry.

Shen Qingjue lifted his robe, bent his legs, and knocked his knees on the futon on the ground. Facing the tablets of the ancestors, she was expressionless, only her waist was straight.

The author has something to say: Shen Qingjue: Can't I live a sweet little day?

Bai Yu: Yes!I am a sweet writer.

Father said that he would throw me ten deep waters, what should I do, wait online, urgent. [He felt that I had disappeared for a long time and thought that I was being controlled by others. I said that I was coding, and he asked me for the name of the text and said that he would give me a reward.I'm desperate]