I still remember the king's heart

"Your master likes to drink Huanggui thick wine. I brew a lot and hide it in the cellar in the backyard."

"She gets hungry every night when she reads a book, and she will accumulate food if she eats too much, so it's best to have light millet porridge or wine glutinous rice balls, plus her favorite cloud cake"

"Have you learned the squirrel mandarin fish and stewed lion's head that I taught you last time?"

Mu Yutong nodded with tears in his eyes, and the smile on Sang Yu's lips was light and shallow, just like a human being, it would disappear with a little effort.

"Today I will learn two more dishes of Pingqiao Tofu and Ruandou Changyu. With these few dishes, it is more than enough to conquer your master's stomach."

The smoke from the kitchen enveloped her whole body, and she couldn't see her eyebrows clearly. It seemed that the whole person disappeared after the smoke cleared.

However, her tone is brisk, there is no sorrow in her eyes, and there is always a soft curve on her lips. It is not difficult to imagine that the same scene will be when she is with Yue Xinyao.

"Master, I don't believe that you have no affection for Master." Mu Yutong inadvertently uttered a sentence that made Sang Yu stunned for a moment. She turned her head and looked out the window at the deep night, her tone was so soft that she could hardly hear it.

"Is it that important to love or not to love?"

If she didn't know the truth, she might choose to be with Yue Xinyao and enjoy her tenderness with peace of mind. She believes that Yue Xinyao really loves her, and she is willing to just keep cooking wine, tea and clothes for the two of them. Forever.

What you love, what you think, what you care about will eventually lose to what is right for you.

But there was one thing she had to do, even if there was a slight possibility, she still had to try.

"Master, no matter what you say, I must inform the master to come back." Mu Yutong said, turning around and leaving the kitchen.

"Today is New Year's Eve, do you want to leave me alone in the Valley of Thousand Flowers?"

Mu Yutong stopped slowly and looked back at her. There was a hint of pleading in the man's eyes, and the beauty was thrilling under the flickering candlelight.

The table was covered with a table of dishes, four meat and four vegetables, and a Ruyi Eight Treasure Soup to relieve the tiredness, all made by Sangyu. She opened another jar of plum blossom wine to fill it up for her, and wanted to do it for herself too. Manshang, but was stopped by Mu Yutong.

"Miss, you can't drink"

Sang Yu was stunned for a moment, the smile on her lips was a bit bitter, so she had to put down the wine jar, now she was so sick that she couldn't even drink wine.

"Your master is greedy for drinking, and I will persuade her to drink less in the future. I also put all the clothes cut and mended for her in her closet, so that you don't have to rummage around when you wear them."

Mu Yutong faintly had a bad premonition, but she couldn't express it. This feeling of boredom made her have to pour wine into her belly one cup after another.

Although the plum blossom wine was light and not strong, it had great aftertaste. After a while, her eyes became a little blurred. The Sangyu in front of her eyes also split into two. She rubbed her eyes and tried to make herself more awake.

"Yutong" Sang Yu suddenly called her name softly, with a serious expression on her face.

Mu Yutong raised her head and responded, "Huh?"

"I have a small dowry under my pillow, which is left to your master. After I leave, remember to take it out and give her a letter every year. Do you understand?"

Mu Yutong's complexion gradually became ugly. Just as she was about to speak, Sang Yu suddenly got up and slashed her with a knife, knocking her unconscious. He was already drunk and fell on the table before he even had time to snort.

Sang Yu apologized in a low voice, took off the badge that symbolized her status from her waist, tied it on her body, turned around and left the room.

It was windy and snowy outside, and Sang Yu was galloping on horseback. From time to time, a gust of wind mixed with snow foam poured into her throat, making her chest hurt like a needle prick, but she didn't feel sad. She had a faint sense of relief, and she was full of joy .

She can finally go to that person, and she will tell Su Ming everything that happened between them, and tell her that she can let go of the hatred, as long as she comes back to her side, she is willing to pay any price, even if it is already in the wind. Life like a candle.

"Huanhua, you really don't want to go to the host to get married?" Nie Fei asked again before leaving the house.

Huanhua still replied the same, "You go, I will watch Yunhe at home"

"Mom, I want to play with daddy, mother, just let me go." The little man hugged her thigh, shaking her arm up and down.

Huanhua frowned, and just about to say something when she saw Nie Fei's expectant eyes, her heart softened, so she nodded.

"Go, take care of him, don't let him run around"

"Don't worry." Nie Fei picked up Yunhe and strode out of the courtyard.

Today is the day of great joy for the fate of the owner of the silent building and the owner of the twelve docks in Yangzhou. The courtyards not far away are decorated with lights and festoons, and the windows are covered with red happy characters, which is different from that night three years ago. Same thing.

That was the first ceremony between women she witnessed. Sang Yu didn't cry that night, she didn't cry, only she cried the most. She was happy for Sang Yu and sad for herself at the same time.

Those struggling lives in Ning Mansion are finally over, and Sang Yu has also found her own happiness, and she has nothing but Yunhe, and she will continue to wander in this vast sea of ​​people in the future, maybe for the rest of her life They can't find what they love.

The slight affection she had for Sang Yu was wiped out in the dust before she could say it.

She also thought that Suming and Sangyu would grow old together forever, but she didn't expect that fate would make such a big joke. After going around and going around, she finally found someone who could live together, but she and Suming were very different from each other. joy.

Huanhua looked at the letters sent by Sang Yu after she left, her eyes were wet with tears, and a sigh came out of her lips.

Stepping into Shengjing again, Sang Yu was filled with emotions. Three years ago, when she set off here, she was two people, but when she came back, she was alone.

The old woman selling soy milk under the banyan tree at the alley is still there, and the young salesman doesn't seem to have changed much, still shouting his goods in a full-fledged manner.

The little flower seller even smiled at her, "Girl, the chrysanthemums and winter plums, which are rare in winter, are delicious in the house."

Sang Yu smiled and shook her head at her. The alley paved with bluestone slabs was still long, and she couldn't wait to see Su Ming, and wanted to go home and have a look.

This feeling of longing seems to have overwhelmed the occasional cramps in her chest. The days of starry nights and journeys had already exhausted her, and she even fell off the horse several times. She gritted her teeth and survived until finally her palms were rough. The reins of the horse were worn out, and the inner thighs were already festered due to the friction with the saddle.

She had only one thought, to go home and find her.

Sang Yu couldn't help walking faster and faster, almost galloping. The sharp pain in her chest from time to time made her eyes go dark, so she had to stop and take a few breaths.

There was another dry itching in her throat, she covered her lips and coughed a series of times, a kind passer-by stopped to help her.

"Is the girl alright?"

Sang Yu shook her head, her face was pale, but her breathing was as heavy as a bellows, and her smile was so weak that it was almost transparent.

The face of the passer-by was a little dignified, "Where does the girl live? I'll take the girl back."

There was no trace of blood on the woman's face, it was pale and white, it was a decadent look from the inside out, like a flower that was about to wither.

Sang Yu pushed his hand away, "Thank you, I'm fine."

He continued to stumble and run forward, but stopped abruptly, and turned to another alley.

She brought a colored glass hairpin with her when she came here. Let's go to Huanhua first. If she doesn't believe it, she can show her the letter sent back before.

Thinking about it like this, she knocked on the door knocker, but no one answered even a few knocks. Sang Yu felt a sense of loss in her heart. Could it be that Huanhua and the others moved away or...

"Who is it?" Huanhua glanced through the crack of the door and was ecstatic, "Sangyu!"

"Huanhua, I'm back." Sang Yu showed her a weak smile, his haggard look made Huanhua feel a little sad in his heart.

"Come in, have you eaten? Are you hungry, thirsty, tired? I just made your favorite lotus seed soup today. Drink a bowl and you will be warm." Huanhua stepped forward to support her, but found that The temperature on her body was colder than ice and snow, and she had a bad premonition in her heart.

Sang Yu shook her head, indicating that she was fine, just about to speak, when the world spun, and the pain in her chest overwhelmed her.

"Doctor Chen, think of a way, you are the best doctor in Shengjing!" Huanhua's face showed a hint of sadness.

Dr. Chen shook his head, stroked his gray beard, frowned and wrote the prescription, "The wind and cold is nothing more than ecstasy, what really kills is the serious illness left in the patient's body for many years, and the heart pulse is not very good. I should think deeply and rest in peace, but now I'm afraid..." He raised his eyes and glanced at Huanhua, "I will prescribe a decoction for her to hang her life for the time being, but I still advise you to prepare for the funeral as soon as possible."

Like a thunderbolt from the blue, Huanhua's body shook slightly, she turned her head to look at Sang Yu who was lying on the couch like a spring, tears welled up without warning.

She lay there so quietly, as if she was asleep, her chest didn't rise and fall, her face was pale and almost transparent, Huanhua tremblingly put her hand on her nose, and suddenly wept with joy.

Although the breathing was light and shallow, intermittent, but at least he was alive.

How I wish this was just a nightmare. After waking up from the dream, she would still be with Suming. In this small courtyard, life would be peaceful and peaceful.

When Yue Xinyao had no time to take off her blood-stained robe and rushed back to Wanhua Valley within eight hundred miles, she ran up the bamboo building and knocked on Sang Yu's door excitedly, "Ah Sang, I won!" , Today is New Year's Eve, shall we celebrate the New Year together..."

The one who greeted her was Mu Yutong, who burst into tears and knelt down in front of her with a plop, "Master, this disciple is incompetent, and this disciple didn't keep an eye on her..."

Yue Xinyao's body shook slightly, her smile froze on her face, "She...where did she go..."

"This is the letter she asked her apprentice to leave you"

Trembling, Yue Xinyao took it, carefully removed the sealing clay, poured it out and spread it in the palm of her hand, her delicate lower script came into view.

From Xinyao,

"Trying to make a mandarin alliance with you, I wanted to stay hand in hand with you, but the world is full of troubles. I know that you didn't mean to hide it from me, but since Yu knows the truth, you can no longer remain indifferent. You treat me with deep affection, so I owe you , I will repay you in the next life, cherish each other, don't read it."

Yue Xinyao curled up her lips and smiled, she was clearly smiling, but tears fell on the letter paper, blurring the ink stains.

The fingertips holding the letter kept shaking, she suddenly raised her hand and stabbed, the letter was torn from the middle, and then she tore faster and faster like crazy, more and more shredded, and finally waved her hand fiercely, filling the sky. Confetti flying.

Like a white snowfall, it fell on the ground, on the table, between her hair, her palm, and her shoulders.

Yue Xinyao suddenly covered her lips, mourning silently, she actually just wanted to ask her, if you met me first, would you fall in love with me?

"Master, go find her quickly, Master's wife is about to die, she has never let me tell you..." Mu Yutong spoke again like a bolt from the blue with tears in his eyes.

Yue Xinyao came back to her senses, the world was spinning for a while, her body was still wounded, and the back of her clothes had already been wet a lot.

However, she just quickly wiped away her tears, turned around and walked out of the room, outside the setting sun reflected in the snow, Ah Sang, I will take you home.

The author has something to say:

I didn’t sleep well last night, so go to bed early today, thank you for caring about me so much, I’m really touched, you should go to bed early, good night, okay!