"Stop, those two kids!"
Eleven was shocked and blinked to look at the third brother who was holding him.
"Don't be afraid, there is a third brother." The third brother patted her on the back.
More than a dozen horses approached, still snorting lightly, and the horses that have gone through the battlefield are really embarrassed.
She clasped her third brother's clothes tightly, looked up at the man behind them, holding the reins, with her back facing the daylight, and looked at their two and a half-year-old children slightly.
Those dark and moist eyes passed over the four guards and quietly looked into her eyes.
Eleven looked back at him cautiously, and the surroundings were so quiet... as quiet as her own heartbeat.
With a few sharp noises, the swords of the four guards were out of their sheaths, and the four bright swords guarded the third brother and her. Although facing the dozens of war horses, facing the generals who couldn't wash away their evil spirits, and even facing Xiao Nanchen, who even the prince of the court had to give a three-point courtesy, their four guards had to guard their own young lady.
She had never seen such a battle before, and she was so scared that she pierced her third brother's arms, but her eyes still couldn't help but look at him.
Zhou Shengchen finally watched, holding the whip in his hand, and waved at will: "Don't embarrass the two children, let's go." After finishing talking, he drank the horse first, and then walked away like this. Although the generals behind him still had doubts, they dared not say anything, drank their horses one by one, and followed up with the little Nanchen King who had long since disappeared at the end of the road.
This is her master.
Eleven looked at the dust flying in the distance, and the white shadow, and the heartbeat became slower and slower. She knew that she would go with her father to apprentice in three days, and he was the person she would face in the future...
Such an unexpected first sight has been buried in her heart for seven years.
Seven years ago, she had to use the arms of her third brother to see Zhou Shengchen on the wall, but seven years later, she could stand anywhere and see him.
It's just that he came and went in a hurry. During these seven years, most of them spent time in the frontier even during the New Years and holidays.
Even when she returned, she was often accompanied by senior brothers and sisters. It seemed that except for the library, she had to look at him from a distance.
A few days before New Year’s Eve, Cui Mansion sent someone to pick him up, but she said that she had caught the wind and was not suitable for traveling far, so she decided to stay in the palace without authorization. The third brother was really panicked when he heard the letter. He brought the imperial doctor from the palace to see the pulse. The old imperial doctor frowned and couldn't tell why he was so anxious.
"Eleven, where are you sad, write it to the third brother?" The third brother guessed that maybe she didn't want to tell outsiders. He sent the doctor to the door, leaned over the bed, and asked her softly.
Her eyes were sparkling, and she laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" The third brother couldn't figure it out, and reached out to touch her forehead, "Is it really sick?"
She shook her head and stretched out her index finger, trying to write something on the palm of the third brother's hand, but she did not move.
The third brother petted her since she was a child, because she was willing to give up a happy life, and found a spare job in the DPRK, just to be able to guard her in Chang'an. If anyone in this world can tell the truth, I am afraid that there will only be a third brother.
She hesitated, and finally wrote: I want to wait for the master to come back.
"Wait for King Nanchen?"
She nodded lightly. After all, there are always good news in the past six months, but Master has never returned to the palace. She has been looking forward to this from early summer to late autumn, and to today... it is New Year’s Eve.
She thought, he should be back.
The third brother was silent for a while, and his eyes were full of deep meaning: "His apprentices have already gone home early for the New Year. If he doesn't return to the palace, don't you have to watch the night alone?"
She thought for a while, smiled, and nodded silently.
If the master is not there, she will watch the night in the palace for the master, and it will be considered clean.
The third brother finally fulfilled her, she was full of joy and sent the third brother out of the palace. It was snowing yesterday, and the red plum in the palace was covered with snow at this time, red and white, it was really beautiful. She sent away the people, took the two maids, walked slowly all the way, and suddenly stood under a branch of red plum, bent her fingers, and flicked towards the branch.
The twigs trembled tremblingly, and the snow fell, revealing the wet stamens.
He did this once last year and today.
She laughed, closed her eyes, thinking about him standing under the red plum. Xiao Nanchen, who cares about the people of the country, stood under the plum tree and did such boring things. It was so straightforward and really amazing. She followed him last year and couldn't help but smile when she saw it, and he seemed to notice it too, and looked back at her.
In those warm and dark eyes, she and Hongmei were the only ones.
"Miss? Are you going to have dinner?" The maid beside her interrupted her softly.
After eleven, I recovered, as if I was seen through my mind, my ears were red for a moment. Shake his head, then shake his head again.
When the maid saw her suddenly playing like this, she only felt that the lady's illness seemed to be better, and she was a little relieved. But when the lady shook her head and refused to eat, she became a little worried. When she went back to the room to read on the eleventh, she still went to prepare a very rich dinner. Although it's not a reunion dinner, you still have to be more particular about New Year's Eve.
After all, the 11th identity is noble and cannot be wronged.
Unexpectedly, the meal is ready, but on the eleventh, holding a book, I can see the lights full of lights from the bright sun. When she was extremely hungry, she got up to pick a snack, then returned to the book table, and set the chess game unhurriedly.
It was very late at night, and I didn't see any difficulties.
The black and white in front of her had already blurred the time. She held her chin and looked at it for a long time before she fell.
The figure is still on the bed, always quiet, like the master of this shadow, very patient...
"Hot the wine," suddenly a voice broke in. She raised her head suddenly, and the figure of the man was in her big, sullen eyes... He approached and looked down at the chessboard.
Behind him for a while, there were greets one after another.
But he seemed to think of something, and said casually: "Today's New Year's Eve, bring some more peppercorns. Eleven is playing chess with himself?"
She nodded, got off the couch, and poured hot tea herself.
The tea is hot, she had already warned, once the tea is warm, the heat must be exchanged immediately. Because she knew that he would come back.
Seeing that the lady was willing to move, the maid happily urged people to reheat the meal and prepare dinner. When she saw the table full of food and the master who was sitting beside her with a smile, she suddenly felt hungry and finally thought of eating.
Zhou Shengchen took the warm jug from his hand, poured a sip for her, and filled himself with a full glass backhand. Shi Yi (11) saw him unexpectedly. For the first time in so many years, he actually had to drink by himself? He seemed to see through her doubts, and said warmly: "On New Year's Eve, you have to drink a glass of pepper wine with your family to start keeping the year old."
Suddenly, she remembered that Du Fu had indeed said in a poem: Shou Sui Arong's family, Jiao Pan has been singing flowers.
It's just that the Cui family is not used to it. In the palace... it seems that it has never been like this before, but she forgot.
While talking, he took out some of the peppercorns from the glass cup, put it in the cup for her, and added some for himself. There were only him and her at this table, so the glasses were also a pair. Eleven looked at the pair of green wine glasses, blinked and smiled.
Reunion dinner, watch New Year's Eve.
This was the first New Year's Eve that she and him had, only her and him.
And this was also the last New Year's Eve she and him had.
Three years later, she left the palace and returned to Cui's house to study the wedding ceremony. He led the campaign to clear the border.
On the way home, it coincided with heavy snow.
She actually spent a New Year's Eve in a place she had never been to.
Now she is about to finish the marriage by order, and her status is becoming more and more noble. The officials along the way are respectful and attendants, and she surrenders the house. It was the third elder brother who came to pick her up. It seemed that mother knew that only the third elder brother could make her feel at ease. In the huge palace, only King Nanchen could make her smile, and in the huge Cui family, only the third brother could make her cry as much as possible.
That night, she only needed pen, ink, paper, inkstone, a pot of wine, and a plate of pepper.
Even the third brother is not allowed to enter.
For ten years in the palace, she is best at piano and painting.
She likes to paint and paint, but she dared not draw his eyebrows even when she was alone. She only hid him in the landscape. She left all the paintings in the palace and hung them in the room where she once lived. She thinks that she is not the only one who understands these paintings, the person hidden in her paintings will certainly understand.
When he returned triumphantly, he saw the picture scroll of that house...
She stopped writing, tears raining down. Dyeing the paper film also dyes the people on the paper.
After two glasses of wine, she was already seven points drunk, and she swiped her pen. It was no longer lotus and lotus flowers. She actually added mountains and rivers on the blank scroll behind him. The people's homes were even more smoky and stretched for thousands of miles.
He has the world in his chest.
It is not because of the great military exploits, not because the bones become mountains, but the people's homes in the mountains and rivers.
Smoke on the earth, smoke on the battlefield.
He had no wife and no children in his life, and he was exposed to the smoke of hundreds of miles, but for the sake of this world, the smoke continued for thousands of miles.
And she, after studying painting for ten years, finally drew a person tonight.
That eyebrow, that grace between gestures and gestures, is only him.
She did it in one volume, and finally painted him.