Zhuji Runyu - Fragrant Honey Colleagues

This is a very good-looking man, in his 20s.Like her father, she often wears t-shirts, and she is still dressed as a scholar.Just because of the long journey, he looked a little tired.

"Is sir from Jiangnan?"

Zhuji asked curiously. Seeing the chapped lips of the person in front of her, she turned to scoop up a ladle of water from the water tank in the back room and handed it to him.The man took the water channel and thanked him, took two sips unhurriedly, and saw that the little girl in front of him was only about ten years old, looking at him with black and white eyes, as if she was waiting for his answer very seriously.

"Yes, from Xuanzhou."

After moistening his throat, the man's voice cleared up.When the water in the ladle reached the bottom, he handed the gourd ladle to her, smiled and said.

"You have Wu Yin, where did you come from?"

Zhuji took the water ladle and looked forward to it. She remembered the poems her father had handed over and replied.

"I never tire of looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain. Is it Xuanzhou with Jingting Mountain?"

The man was amazed, women study less these days, this little girl in a remote place in the northwest can actually read and write, and she knows the place names in the south of the Yangtze River very well, which is quite rare.

"You are quite knowledgeable, have you ever studied?"

Zhuji shook her head, a little regretful.Her father came in exile, so he couldn't bring any luggage with him, and all the books in the house were confiscated.This place is remote, there are not many books, and there is no systematic enlightenment study.Her literacy is also the result of following her father to write and recite poems on the sand.

"I just read a few poems. My father is from Gusu, so he and my husband are also considered half of my hometown. What is your husband doing here?"

The sunset was just right, and it was time to start cooking, and the man's face was covered with a faint golden light.He pointed to the distance and said

"Look at the lonely smoke in the desert, and the sunset in the long river."

Only later did Zhuji know that this man was the new Sima, a prominent family in Xuanzhou, the Mei family of the Shili Family.The name is Qin, and the word is Runyu.

In his early twenties, he was already a Jinshi of the Ming Dynasty, and his official career was just right, and he was also a popular candidate for the princess' son-in-law of Kyoto.But also because he was upright and outspoken, he was relegated to this bitter cold place in the northwest county under the court party struggle and implicated in the Daxing literary inquisition, where he was given a false title.

He was relegated from the central government to the west frontier, originally accompanied by an attendant, but died of illness from fatigue on the way, leaving him alone, the prince of the family has no one to take care of him in daily life.

The place in Xia County is considered a courtesy to him, Sima, but it is really remote, and the salary is often in arrears, so Zhuji is only sent to take care of this Sima's daily life.

Zhu Ji was very willing, and she happily reported in front of Mr. Mei.Seeing that it was the little girl, Runyu was quite friendly, and invited her to drink tea.The weather was getting colder, and he was setting up the stove to make tea to keep warm, but he was really not good at it, and the ashes got a streak on his face, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

Zhuji handed over her coarse cloth handkerchief, showing her white teeth, and smiled.

"In the future, my husband will entrust me to do these things. My name is Zhuji."

She lit the fire skillfully, stabilized the hanging stove, and added more firewood.She squatted down and looked up at Runyu. In her black and white eyes, the fire was jumping and shining earnestly and eagerly.

"Yes, how can I repay my pearls for leaving me. Can you teach me to read in the future, sir?"

With such a little girl in the wilderness of the west, everything seemed to come alive.He wiped off the stains on his face with the coarse veil he had taken, flipped through the simple and interesting "Yuan He Zhi" from the simple bookshelf, and handed it to Zhu Ji.

"Okay, after that, we will learn from each other."

Zhuji took care of him for six years, cooking, washing, sweeping, making tea, and sweeping snow.Still groping, he learned to cut clothes and make shoes for him.

His clothes are monotonous, and she learned embroidery without a teacher from the ink and wash landscapes of the south of the Yangtze River under his strokes. Without embroidery thread, she used her own waist-length black hair that fell out.

On the front and back of each piece of clothing, there is ink Jiangnan embroidered by her herself.

She read all the books on his shelf, learned more characters, and learned more poems about Yanyu Jiangnan.She grew up slowly, from an ignorant little girl to a young girl in Huaichun.

And Runyu also poured all her heart and soul into Zhuji. She is his only student, the only confidant when talking about verses, and the only support for his useless scholar, Sima, who is an exiled judge. The only solace in the desert.

Together, they planted asparagus bamboo brought from the south of the Yangtze River, made rough paper made of seabuckthorn pulp, and used this paper to draw cold pictures.

Fly a kite together in the spring breeze with hard-won kudzu thread, use well water to cool seabuckthorn cheese in summer to cool off, enjoy the moon in autumn night, drink autumn wine and fly flowers, harvest snow in winter snow, boil it for several years White tea, dyed red paper, cut window grilles, and pasted couplets.

Then, in the snow all over the sky, I drew a picture of dispelling the cold, waiting for the spring of the coming year.

He promised that one day he would take her back to Jiangnan.

The sky is easy to thank, but it is hard to stay in the heat.

He has just passed his thirties, and she is also in her twenties.The most ambiguous age, lonely men and widows under the same roof, gossip gradually.

Zhuji didn't care at all, so what if they guessed?This is the case.In the past, it was a dream of Rumu, but as she grew up, she gradually understood the graceful affection in those Jiangnan poems.

She calmly felt that there was nothing wrong with yearning for her husband. He was her only one and had no choice in this life.

Although Runyu doesn't like those gossips, she never advances in front of Zhuji.That was the girl he had watched growing up like a father and a brother, and he had never had those wrong views before hearing these nonsense.

Zhuji has never had extravagant expectations, whether she is a teacher or a friend for a lifetime, she does not need any other status.

It's just that she didn't expect the separation to come so quickly.

The emperor died, and the new emperor ascended the throne.The reshuffle of the emperor and the courtiers began, and the Mei family returned to the top of the court.Even Meiqin, who was far away in the frontier, was reused and transferred to an important town in Gyeonggi to make a long history.

His family sent servants to accompany him to take office immediately.The transfer order was issued immediately and had to go.However, she could not leave the place of allotment because of her guilt, otherwise she would be punished as a fugitive slave and killed on the spot after she was caught.

That was the collapse of the world, but they watched everything happen helplessly.Zhuji silently packed his bags for him. She knew that what Runyu wanted was a better life, and she would not have to waste time here, so that she could realize the unwillingness and ambition he had unintentionally revealed over the years.

The clothes, shoes and socks, cups and cups, every word and painting that have been poured into these years are all carefully packed by Zhuji.

He can take everything, but leave her alone.

And Runyu was also sad, he promised Zhuji that he would rehabilitate her father, take her back to the Central Plains, and take her to see the misty and rainy Jiangnan in the poems they recited together.

With tears in her eyes, she agreed with a smile, and flirted with him childishly.He also said that it's time to say goodbye, so don't cry, it's like saying goodbye to each other forever.

In order to get out of Xifeng before the heavy snow closed the mountains, they actually even said goodbye in a hurry.

That day when he left, she said she would see him off soon, but she hurriedly chased him out when he left for half a day.On the high sand dunes, her small body carried a burden and chased him for a long time.

Tears blurred her eyes, she recalled the past over and over again, what she thought was long, is actually short in an instant.She hates that she is not a book, a small book that he can't read enough, he carefully collects it, reads it often, and dreams about it.

It wasn't until evening that she saw him and his servants on the sand dunes of the vast wasteland.She wiped away the tears from her face and ran towards them.When he was in front of him, he already looked normal, but the red eye sockets could not be concealed.She put down the burden, handed it to him, and said solemnly.

"Sir, Zhuji begs you. This is my parents' ashes. Their lifelong wish is to return to their homeland. Zhuji begs you to do so."

"When I take you back to Jiangnan, wouldn't it be better for you to bury them yourself?"

He took it carefully and carried it on his back, but he didn't understand Zhuji's intention.Seeing Zhuji showing a relieved smile, she shook her head, the suppressed sadness leaked from her eyes that had been crying for a long time, she closed her eyes to force back the tears, knelt down and kowtowed to him three times.

"Please sir!"

Runyu helped her up, and the moment when he raised his head, the despair and sadness hit his heart.He thought it would be like this, he would take her along without hesitation, but he heard Zhuji wave goodbye earnestly.

"This place is a farewell, lonely Peng Wanli march. Take care, sir."

She resolutely turned around and left without looking back.Until the cold moon hangs high, she can no longer see Runyu when she turns around, only her own moonlight shadow falls away.

She has already guessed that the husband is a good person, but the distance is far away, the rivers are full of twists and turns, and the Pengshan Mountains are tens of thousands.No amount of reluctance can match the thousands of mountains and rivers, not to mention that it is not easy for the court to vindicate an unjust prison of the previous court.

Only this farewell, this is the end of her life.

Zhuji lived to the end of her eighty-sixth year. After parting at the age of 16, she waited for 70 years and never saw her husband again.

She didn't know that there was a Clothes Tomb on Jingting Mountain 60 years ago.It faces the northwest direction, facing the tomb of Mei Qin, the former prime minister who was erected later.

There is only one unfulfilled wish in his life, and he is not fair to death.

After years and years, the inscription on the tomb overgrown with weeds has been cracked in half, and the name of the owner of the tomb can no longer be recognized, and a poem engraved on the remaining stele can still be clearly seen.

"How can I repay my pearls? I hate no Yao, jade and Gongzhou."

Spoof Little Theater

Zhuji: After suffering for so long, why can't you give out candy!

Fate: Your Majesty is so arrogant, Xiaoxian can't help it.How about, in the next life, someone else will give you candy?Want to kiss?Still want to hug?

Runyu: It seems that it's time for me to change to someone else to do fate.

Fate: ...Your Majesty Xiaoxian knew it was wrong

The author has something to say: I have been working hard until now, and QAQ may have another headache tomorrow, and the update is unstable.Some babies say that the chapters are locked. I see it is normal here. I am confused.jpg

Thinking about the fourth life, I want to kill Yuanji!