The prince is very fierce

The days passed unknowingly until October. The silent snow fell on the mountains and fields of the Chu land, and people realized that winter had arrived.

In the early morning, smoke just rose from the small village outside Yuelu Mountain. The villagers took their hatchets to the mountain to chop firewood for the winter. Several half-grown naughty children followed the adults and came to the primary school at the end of the village. The quiet-looking girl stood at the entrance of the school with a ruler, greeted the passers-by politely, and then drove the disobedient little brats back to the school.

After all her students came, Song Yufu looked at the road at the entrance of the village. Her furry collar fluttered gently in the first snow. She stared for a long time and sighed softly.

Since leaving Chang'an in early spring, winter has arrived in a flash.

There is no difference between being in the village and being in the Imperial College. Both lead students to read in the morning and talk about things in books. The only difference is that if the little kids in the village are disobedient, they can be spanked, but if the sons of princes and princes in the Imperial College are disobedient, they cannot be spanked. Only here can they be considered as proper teachers.

Song Yufu is quiet and does not run around in Chang'an. When she first came here, she liked this isolated little place very much. She thought she would never get tired of it for the rest of her life, but after a long time, she still felt a little upset.

She was upset not because the life in the village was too monotonous, but because the guy in her heart had no news at all, as if he had forgotten her.

The location of the village was very secluded, she couldn't even tell where it was, and no outsiders came for several months. Since she wrote a letter last time, Song Yufu looked at the entrance of the village every day, from early autumn to early winter, and there was no news, let alone letters.

The prince of Suzhou is so rude. At least he should write back...

I should have known not to give you the hairpin...

Song Yufu stood outside the school and watched for a long time. When the school behind started to make a commotion again, she returned to the school with a little disappointment. She finished teaching the morning lesson prepared for today, and then came to the small courtyard next to the school.

The courtyard was originally where her father lived when he was studying here. There were only three houses. She and her maid Doudou lived here.

At this time, Doudou was squatting behind the earthen stove in the kitchen, burning firewood. Her little face was blackened by smoke. Ah Huang was lying beside her and sticking out his tongue.

Doudou was a little maid bought by her father because he was afraid that she could not bear the hardship in the village. She was born in a poor family and was very diligent in cooking and washing clothes. The only shortcoming was that she was introverted and didn't like to talk much.

Seeing Song Yufu coming back, Doudou raised his dark little face: "Miss is back."

"Well, you've worked hard."

After spending half a year together, they had nothing to do and didn't say much to each other. Song Yufu walked into the kitchen, opened the lid of the pot, scooped out the soup from it, put it in the lunch box, and walked out the door with the lunch box:

"Ah Huang, let's go."

The big yellow dog got up quickly and followed behind in circles. When he saw some snow on the ground, he ran over to dig it up.

The village was not big, with only a few dozen households, all of which had some relationship with her grandfather. Xu Danqing's old house was next door, and opposite was Mei Qusheng's house. There was a wooden dummy outside the house, and a boy of fifteen or sixteen was chopping it with a wooden sword, making a constant clanging sound.

When Song Yufu passed by, she stopped and warned:

"Erhei, don't break it, or Senior Brother Mei will come back and punish you."

The boy called Erhei seemed not to hear and continued to knock on the wooden man.

Song Yufu was not surprised. She thought about it with the food box on her shoulder and said again:

"Erhei, help me watch the village entrance. If someone sends a letter, remember to notify me."

"You have said it eight hundred times."

"How can it be eight hundred times... once a day, it only adds up to more than a hundred times..."

Song Yufu said a few words casually, and when Erhei didn't answer, she gave up and walked slowly to the woods at the entrance of the village.

The big white goose blocking the middle of the road suddenly became energetic, spread its wings and swooped over, quacking and preparing to commit a crime.

"Master Bai, do you deserve a beating?"

Song Yufu glared at the big white goose, shocked it, came to the stone chess table, and put down the food box.

The old master in cloth gently rotated the chess piece in his hand, seeming not to notice the falling snow, and his eyes were always on the remaining chess piece in front of him.

Song Yufu waited for a moment, and couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa, are you cold?"

The old master had no expression on his face, and kicked out the brazier under the chess table.

"..."

Song Yufu pursed her lips, raised her hand to warm herself by the fire, and asked again:

"Grandpa, you asked me to write to Xu Buling and ask him to come over, why hasn't he replied yet?"

"I don't care about you."

?

Song Yufu's quiet little face froze, she lowered her head to look at the embroidered shoes, and stopped talking.

The old man raised his eyelids and looked at it, and finally sighed softly:

"It's normal for a person to meet a few people he likes or dislikes in his life, and he will become indifferent to them after a long time."

This is not persuasion. It would be better if he didn't say it. Once he said it, Song Yufu became more and more disappointed:

"Grandpa is so powerful, there must be something when he was called here. How could he not come and not even reply... By the way, what did grandpa call him here for?"

The old man put down the chess piece, took the lunch box, and said in a flat voice:

"You won't understand even if I tell you."

"..."

Song Yufu grunted slightly, and didn't bother the grandpa who was talking nonsense. She got up and took Ah Huang out of the woods, came to a big locust tree at the entrance of the village and sat down, staring at the endless mountains and dense forests alone.

Perhaps she really missed him. After a while, Song Yufu took off the vermilion wine gourd from her waist, took it in her hand and looked at it, then opened the cork and took a sip.

Song Yufu usually doesn't drink alcohol. The wine gourd is filled with water, but because it has been filled with wine for many years, it still has a bit of alcohol flavor. It doesn't taste good at all, but rather bitter...

"Ah..."

Song Yufu looked at the wine gourd in her hand, raised her hand and wanted to throw it away, but she couldn't bear to do it. In the end, she hung it around her waist again, looking in the direction of the village, waiting for the arrival of night.

I don't know how long it took, Ah Huang, who was wandering at the entrance of the village, ran over happily, holding an envelope in his mouth, squatting beside him and wagging his tail, with a flattering look on his face.

Song Yufu was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses. She raised her hand to take the envelope from Ah Huang's mouth. When she saw the five words "Song Yufu's personal letter" on it, she was shocked and looked at the big yellow dog next to her with an indescribable surprise:

"Ah Huang, where did you get the letter from?"

Ah Huang: "Woof woof!"

"..."

Song Yufu obviously didn't understand the animal language, so she sat up straight and opened the envelope very solemnly, wanting to see what the heartless person had written after finally replying to the letter.

Thinking it might be a love letter, Song Yufu's face was still a little red. She looked around before unfolding the letter. As a result, at a glance, there were only three words lying alone on the huge letter, which was less than the words on the envelope.

"Look at the back..."

Song Yufu was puzzled. She held the letter and thought for a while, then looked back. Then her lips touched something soft, and a familiar voice sounded from her ears:

"Ah-Miss Song, what are you doing?"