major general

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the usually lifeless palace is also more festive.The lanterns were changed to red early, and the courtyard walls that should be repaired have also been properly repaired.

The flowers have withered too much, only the wintersweet is still in full bloom, and the fragrance of the flowers is refreshing.

Zhou Chong and Wen Le sat and stood, taking the strategies and theories given by the master and memorizing them attentively. Occasionally they forgot, and they could still catch up with each other.

Yan Bo warmed up the stove beside him and gave it to the two boys, one for each of them.

Bunle, as a companion, shouldn't have received so much good treatment.However, Zhou Chong paid attention to him, and Yan Bo also felt that he was upright and reliable, so he became half of his master and devoted himself to serving him.

With her back on her back, Wen Le chose a place to sit down, frowning and hammering her knees.

Zhou Chong glanced at him and said, "What's wrong? My feet are sore after standing for a while."

"Staying in Saibei for too long, my knees will hurt when the weather is cold."

"Have you been on the battlefield in Saibei?" Zhou Chong asked.

Wen Le lowered his voice and said, "My family didn't know, I went there secretly."

Zhou Chong raised his foot and kicked him, saying: "You are young and don't know how to protect your body, you should be hurt."

The two were arguing about endorsing their books, and a little eunuch came outside, presented a plate of juicy oranges, and said, "Ninth Prince, these are oranges that came as a tribute, and the emperor said he would bring you some to try."

Zhou Chong had an expression of ecstasy, before Yan Bo took it, he stepped forward to take it and put it on the table, took the golden tassels to the little eunuch, and said, "Thank you, Father, for thinking about it."

After the people left, Zhou Chong didn't look at the orange more, and read a book on the couch.

Recently, Wen Le feels that Zhou Chong is getting better at acting, but this is a good thing, it's better than being cowardly like before and not daring to provoke anyone.

"Benle, did you go home after the Chinese New Year?"

Wen Le nodded, put the stove on his knees, and said: "The court officials are gone, do you expect me to be a little companion to accompany you in the palace?"

Zhou Chong pursed his lips and said, "It's so boring without you."

Wen Le agreed, and said, "Sun Yu'er and Zhang Lie invited me to soak in the hot springs in Nuan Palace. I thought you were lonely and helpless in the palace, so I must soak for an extra hour to take your share."

"You are looking for a fight!"

After talking about it, it was time to leave the palace, Wen Le put down the stove, kowtowed to Zhou Chong, and said: "I wish Your Highness good luck and good health in advance, and all wishes come true."

Zhou Chong accepted it with peace of mind, and only after he finished kowtowing did he help him up, and said, "I will ask Uncle Yan to send you out of the palace."

Wenle nodded.

The two of them did not call themselves monarchs and ministers in private, Zhou Chong never called me a minister, and Wen Le did not call him a minister.

Yan Bo was still a little worried that Wen Le had forgotten his sense of proportion, and seeing the other party kowtow today, he felt sour and astringent.Those who came out of the Zhenguo Mansion are not good sons who know how to measure and are loyal and courageous. I really hope that His Royal Highness can seize this opportunity and gain more confidence for his great cause.

After leaving the palace, Wen Le saw Ma Cheng was there, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Ma Cheng made a salute and said, "The emperor has kept the ministers to attend the banquet, and the slaves are here preparing to receive the master."

Wen Le looked around, and besides Ma Cheng, there were many other ministers with their carriages, so he said, "Then wait patiently, I'm going back."

"You stay!"

Ma Cheng called to stop Wenle, took out a small box from the carriage, handed it to Wenle, and said: "I almost forgot, the master told me, if I saw you, I would bring this with you, I don't remember anything .”

Bunle took it and said, "What is this?"

Ma Cheng said with a smile: "How can a slave know about the master's affairs, so just keep it."

Back on the sedan chair at home, Bunle opened the box, and there was a small hand stove inside.Different from the one given by Yan Bo, it is smaller and can be held with one fist.

Hollow shape, not hot to hold.I don't know how long it has been in the box, but it is still warm.

Bunle didn't even know that she was smiling, leaning on the sedan chair holding the specially designed hand stove.

The matchmaker has already gone to Fu's residence, and I heard that they are preparing for the lottery.He and Fu Xiaoyu haven't seen each other for half a month, and they almost don't know what each other looks like.

Wen Le was holding the hand stove, the cold wind was blowing outside, but his hands were warm.He opened the curtain to see that it was snowing outside.

Ruixue is a prosperous year.

The Spring Festival is over, and the weather will be smooth next year.

The Nuan Palace was designed by the former emperor himself and given to the empress.

It is said that the former empress was weak and the winter in Jinlin was cold, so it was so cold that it was difficult to sleep every time.It just so happened that a soup pond was found near Jinlin. Villagers who often live nearby said that taking a dip in the soup pond in winter can relieve their sickness.

After the emperor heard about it, it was the first time since he succeeded to the throne that he was extravagant and wasteful. He built the warm palace and took the queen there every winter to avoid the cold.

After Emperor Wen took office, he couldn't bear to waste the Warm Palace. Except for the floor that Emperor Wu used to use, the rest were open for use by ministers and officials.

Wen Le met Sun Yu'er and Zhang Lie at the bottom of the mountain.

Sun Yu'er gained a lot of weight again, wearing a fox fur scarf, round from head to toe, like a candied haws.Zhang Lie originally followed the third prince, and the third prince's subordination made him shed half of his skin, and now he is preparing for the matter of Chunwei.Compared with Sun Yu'er, there was a huge contrast.

"Let's go, I'm freezing." Sun Yu'er said, seeing Wen Le holding a stove in his hand, "Which one is this, it's so pretty."

Wen Le shook his head and said, "It's a gift from someone else, I'll ask for you later."

"Give it to me? Which beautiful lady?"

Zhang Lie saw that Sun Yu'er would learn not to gossip, so he stretched out his hand and patted his forehead, and said, "Don't ask around outside, beware of anyone who talks."

Sun Yu'er always listened to what Zhang Lie and Wen Le said, and covered her mouth when she heard the words, and looked around, as if to see which one had the longer tongue.

The three young men got out of the soup pool, and Sun Yu'er was afraid of the heat, so she sat on the bank for a while before she sat down slowly, her whole face flushed from steam.

Looking around, Sun Yuer approached Wen Le with a smile.

Wenle still has the boy's body, but it is much stronger than theirs. Although he doesn't have the big tendons of those arrogant and domineering generals, he still has the lines that should be there.

Sun Yu'er glanced at it twice, and felt a little blushing. She turned her head and asked, "Tell my brother, who sent the hand stove?"

Zhang Lie poured a glass of fruit wine, sipped the wine, and listened to Wenle's gossip.

Wen Le didn't intend to hide it, so he told Fu Xiaoyu that he and Fu Xiaoyu were getting married soon.

Sun Yu'er's eyes widened and she said, "Who do you think you're marrying? Fu Xiaoyu? Fu Jijiu? That child prodigy Fu Jijiu? Fu Jijiu, a veteran of the two dynasties who hasn't reached the crown yet? The upstart Fu Jijiu?!"

Zhang Lie was also terrified, but listening to Sun Yuer's series of questions, he was amused. The original shock turned into doubt, and he asked, "Is it forced by the old lady?"

Bunle opened his mouth, but didn't speak.

Sun Yu'er and Zhang Lie looked at each other, probably Wen Le would also be willing.

Tangchi was talking about his youthful affairs, and the man outside the door was pale.

"Mr. Yin, why are you here? You can't walk around in single clothes, be careful of freezing." said the servant boy.

Yin Liu wrapped up the unlined garment tightly, and followed the servant back to the Tangchi. After soaking in incense for two sticks, the coolness on her body could not be removed no matter what.

When he went up the mountain, he saw Wenle, so he paid more attention to it.

Because he was detained by his father to apologize to Fu's mansion before, he lost his face and stopped swaying in front of Fu Xiaoyu.Putting this account firmly on Wen Le, who knew that he had heard such big news after listening to a corner.

And - Fu Xiaoyu married?

How could Fu Xiaoyu get married?

Yin Liu gritted a mouthful of silver teeth.

In the soup pool, Wen Le was so drowsy that he heard Sun Yuer ask, "How far have you guys gone?"

Wen Le didn't even open his eyes, and said, "I just found a matchmaker, so I'll accept the lottery right away."

"Na Cai? This is the season." Sun Yu'er changed her position while holding her cheeks, and said, "It is said in the playbook that Na Cai is going to send wild geese. There are no wild geese in this season."

Zhang Lie half-opened his eyes and said: "Where can the script be taken seriously? If literati get married and don't have the ability to fight wild geese, what should we do? We won't get married?"

Sun Yu'er took a sip of the fruit wine and said, "So you don't want to get married in this life. Of course you have the ability to do it. Wenle is not a literati."

Bun Le leaned on her, suddenly opened her eyes, and thought about it carefully.

New year, new weather, Fu Mansion is the same.Ever since the power returned to Wu Moxiang, those little girls and servants who used to gossip have all been sent out of the house under unwarranted names.

Knowing what happened, everyone was in danger of offending his stepwife.

In the first and second grades of junior high school, Fu Sheng wanted to entertain some businessmen. It was normal for those who brought their wives to visit, but those who brought some celebrities/prostitutes did not know what went wrong in their minds.

Fu Sheng didn't care about the fact that the well-run Fu's mansion was turned into a mess.

Fu Xiaoyu was happy because of the matchmaker's visit. When he was in a good mood, he felt comfortable in everything, even with Fu Guang, he had a kind of good face.

He was just too lazy to deal with Fu Sheng and Wu Moxiang, so he found an excuse and went to another courtyard alone.

When I entered the house, I saw that the original willow and camphor trees had been replaced by apricot trees. It was not easy to plant them in winter, but the rewards were generous, and the workers worked very hard.

Back in the yard, Ma Cheng hurried back, pushed the door open, and saw Fu Xiaoyu squatting on the ground, not caring for the ordinary tree in the middle of a pile of precious flower seeds regardless of the dirt on her robe. orchid.

Ma Cheng suddenly didn't know how to speak, and hesitated for a while.

"what happened?"

Fu Xiaoyu asked briskly.

Ma Cheng squeezed the hem of his clothes, knelt down, and said, "The original agreement to accept the lottery at the end of the month, there is news from the General Zhenguo's mansion, saying that it will be delayed for a while..."

With a click, Ma Cheng was taken aback and lowered his head even lower.

Seeing a few drops of bright blood dripping on the ground, he realized that Fu Xiaoyu had crushed the porcelain vase for watering the flowers.

Ma Cheng didn't dare to look up at Fu Xiaoyu's face, what he imagined was enough for him to drink a pot.

After kneeling for about a quarter of an hour, Ma Cheng heard Fu Xiaoyu's hoarse voice.

"understood."

Ma Cheng pursed his lips, complaining a little bit about the young general's arrival, and said, "Why don't you come to Zhen Guofu..."

"No need." Fu Xiaoyu waved his hand, seeing the wound on his palm, he hid it under his loose robe.

"If you postpone it, you can postpone it, we can afford to wait."

The author says:

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