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A heavy snow flooded all the trees in the garden, and a few dead branches in the garden were broken and buried under the snow.

Coughs came from the cold inner room. The young man was holding a small round bowl, covered with a pile of veils made of bamboo strips. A burst of medicinal fragrance slowly wafted out, and the heat disappeared in the cold weather and snow.He trotted along the path, his thick boots leaving footprints in the soft snow.

Stepping into the woman's pavilion, the charcoal fire inside had already burned out, but he still didn't dare to go any further, he just bent over and said to the maid behind the curtain, "Xiaotang, my mother's medicine is ready."

Xiaotang was feeling relieved for the woman, and hurried over to take the decoction after hearing the voice.The immature little maid shyly glanced at the boy, and then delivered the soup to the woman.

The woman was still coughing badly, talking intermittently, "Zhaohan, come in."

Lu Zhaohan stubbornly didn't go in, and lowered his eyes and said: "My son is too cold, let's stand for a while."

"What's the heat in this room, but it's windy outside. You're still young, how can you bear it?" The woman pushed the little girl who was standing stupidly, and Xiaotang followed suit: "That's right. , besides, if you stand for a long time, you may not be warmer, but your body will be colder. The coldness is nothing, if you can't get close, let the woman take a good look at you!"

The people outside the curtain hesitated for a moment, then pulled the curtain and came in.

Once inside, you can see the woman who is half lying on the bed.She doesn't seem to be very old, she is in her early twenties, she is beautiful and lovely, she is sick and worried, she is a woman as weak as rabbit silk grass.The woman was pregnant at this time, her abdomen was swollen high, and she was more than seven months pregnant.

Xiaotang next to her fed her and drank the medicine, the woman swallowed the soup and medicine with bitterness.

Slowing down, she gently stroked her stomach with one hand, while looking at Lu Zhaohan lovingly, "You always boil medicine for me early, how can you not let Xiaotang do it?"

Lu Zhaohan's attitude was respectful, and he didn't even look directly at the woman from the beginning to the end, "My son needs to endorse every morning, and he just happens to make medicine for my mother. My mother is pregnant with a fetus, and everything is inconvenient. Xiaotang can't leave you .”

The woman frowned slightly, but still persuaded: "There is a small kitchen outside my house, and it is still usable after tidying up. You work so hard for me every day, but I feel sorry for you."

The boy's face froze, and the woman realized that she seemed to have said something wrong.

This child was picked up by Captain Lin from the refugee camp two years ago, perhaps because of fate, Captain Lin adopted him as his foster son.At first the woman objected again and again, but later she saw that the child was really well-behaved, and Lieutenant Lin was also stubborn, so she acquiesced to this son.

Now Xiaowei Lin has been away for nearly half a year because of the war, and the woman is weak and sick.Thanks to the adoptive son who helped her out, and who is also a doctor, after this period of recuperation, her health has improved a lot, and there is no big gap between her and her adopted son.

It's just that the woman's initial repulsion may have passed, and the young man said that although he is filial, the two of them are less close.

The woman turned around and smiled, and said: "Let's not get along, come here and sit here." She pointed to the chair on the side of the room, "Let mother ask you something."

Lu Zhaohan sat down meekly in the room.The woman is nothing more than family affairs, even though Lu Zhaohan is in charge of the house for the time being, she still has to ask her every day to be at ease.

Forget it, the woman started to feel drowsy after drinking the medicine, so she asked a few more questions about Lu Zhaohan's studies, and then turned to rest.

Lu Zhaohan got up to say goodbye, and was about to go to the study to start today's class.

Leaving the woman's room, there was a gust of cold wind head-on.

This year the snow is especially heavy.Lu Zhaohan raised his eyes and looked at the dry branches covered with red cloth strips, covered his long cloak tightly, and left expressionlessly.

After walking a few steps, Lu Zhaohan suddenly turned his head and met Xiaotang's gaze, both of them paused.Xiaotang came to her senses and quickly closed the door tightly.

The fine snow fell on the boy's slightly raised eyebrows, and he left as if he hadn't seen it.

One of the pillars of this world is the woman's husband, Lin Yu, who is now fighting far away at the border.

Lin Yu's trip will take five years, and the woman will also be waiting for a long time to grow old. She is frail and sick, and she should soon disappear.

It's just that Lu Zhaohan is saving her life.If she can survive, let alone the other pillar is a man, even a noble lady from the capital would have to work hard to get into this family!

Lieutenant Lin's family lived in a very shabby life, and it was all thanks to the fact that the wife had a little money, with one or two shops in the capital, and farms in the outer suburbs, so that the family's expenses and dealings could be supported.

Mrs. Lin is very good at being a human being. Although she is wary of her adopted son, she never takes things seriously.She was sure of Lu Zhaohan's change of surname to Lin, but Mrs. Lin thought that Lu Zhaohan had learned a lot and was not suitable for the school, so she found an old gentleman to teach him some ordinary things.

It is convenient for Lu Zhaohan.After all, the school takes a long time to study, but the time Mrs. Lin arranges is short, and he happens to have time to get in touch with another pillar.

Tang Ningjie is still a depressed and poor scholar now. Five years later, he became the royal painter in the palace, specially painting for the royal order.

It was four years ago that he met Lin Yu. At that time, Lin Yu was unmarried and he was only a teenager.Lin Yu once saved his life, but now that Tang Ningjie has a secret longing for Lin Yu, Lin Yu has somewhat forgotten the shy boy back then.

Tang Ningjie lived far away on Chengxi Street, and usually it would take half an hour to walk there from Lin's house.It is also very troublesome to ask Mrs. Lin for instructions on the horses and other means of transportation of the Lin family.

For this reason, Lu Zhaohan made friends with a group of "hunters and dog friends", all of whom were well-known playboys in the capital.

Among them, the youngest son of the Fu family, Fu Yongcheng, has the best personal relationship with Lu Zhaohan.

Fu Yongcheng is a man of loyalty, he is the most powerful among a group of dandies, and he is the most kind to Lu Zhaohan.

Lu Zhaohan took the reins of the red horse and gently stroked the docile mare.He looked up at the boy on the horse and smiled, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Don't bother, don't bother!" Fu Yongcheng stopped again and again. Although this young master has done a lot of annoying things, he has a pretty face and smiles with a naive look. He looks like a soft-tempered man. the Lord.

Seeing that Lu Zhaohan was still standing there, he urged, "Try it quickly, this horse is very docile. I have been picking what you want for a whole few days!"

Lu Zhaohan didn't refuse when he heard the words, he stepped on the harness with his strength, and with a little effort, he turned onto the horse steadily.

Seeing his swift movements, Fu Yongcheng couldn't help but marvel: "Is this your first time riding a horse?"

Lu Zhaohan explained with a smile: "My father taught me a few times when I was at home, but it was the first time I really rode and ran."

Fu Yongcheng said: "That's how it is... You have this horse from now on, you don't need to always ask your mother when you go out in the future, we can often go to far places to play and spend a few days in the manor!"

Lu Zhaohan smiled and said, "Ask my mother for instructions, and she will definitely let me go, so as not to worry the family."

Fu Yongcheng gave up and sighed, and marveled, "Oh, I really haven't seen anyone who listens to the family's words better than you, even that foolish boy from Wang Shangshu's house knows how to sneak away to meet the girl Woolen cloth!"

Lu Zhaohan didn't want to argue with him, the red horse under him kicked its front hooves, he held the reins tightly, and gave Fu Yongcheng a sideways look, "Let's not talk about that, let's set off now?"

Fu Yongcheng glanced at the few followers behind him, and smirked, "Why don't we compare who will arrive at Xingshulou first?"

Lu Zhaohan glanced at the bustling market in front of him, shook his head and said, "This is not good, there are too many people in front..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Yongcheng's whip was violently swung away.

He swung his whip and left in a hurry, his voice drifted in the air, "Young master never cares how many people are in front of you!"

The followers behind saw that their young master had already left on horseback, so they followed one by one, like a gust of wind passing by.

Lu Zhaohan looked at the bold and reckless young man in front of him, until the figure of the other party disappeared from sight, then lightly tapped on the horse's body to make it start to walk.

The young man was dressed in red, with silver-white fur boots on his feet, and holding the rein in his hand, he rode his horse leisurely through the downtown area.

He seems to be playing in the countryside, with neat sideburns, and a pair of amorous eyebrows that seem to always be intoxicating.

A dark green paper fan pushed open the window lattice, revealing the appearance of a young man sitting quietly above the teahouse.

The young man looked stern, seemingly ruthless.He clenched the handle of the fan with his pale fingertips, and pointed at the young man in red, "Who is this behind Fu Yongcheng?"

His entourage looked at Lu Zhaohan who was passing by on horseback, and replied in a shrill voice: "Returning to the prince, this is quite a face, probably Mr. Fu met outside recently."

The paper fan tapped on the palm of his hand lightly, the young man's gaze wandered on the young man for a while, and the figure of the other party disappeared from sight.

He left the paper fan by the table, and his attendants closed the window again knowingly.