Dream Hua Embers Records

"It's not fun, is it? We're all grown-ups, so we should already be tired of this kind of kid stuff." Kang Jinling said, lowering her head sadly, "Unfortunately, there's nothing else to play here except this. This is it, when the winter is deep, there is no time to play..."

Yan Yin gently stroked her right wrist with her left hand. On that wrist was tied a snow-blue glass bead. Unfortunately, there was only one, so she couldn't play marbles.

"That's right!" Yan Yin said suddenly, "If there are sheep bones, we can play Galaha!"

"What is Galaha?" Kang Jinling asked suspiciously.

Yan Yin was covered in cold sweat suddenly. This Galaha is a female straight language, a game often played by the little girls in the source country. Wash and dry the kneecaps of sheep, paint them, and turn the bones to the side of the same color. Then toss and grab the game.Yan Yin used to watch the maids play in the palace before. At this time, she wanted to comfort Kang Jinling, so she blurted out, but forgot that the name of this game was Nuzhihua. Yan Yin didn't know what the Chinese dialect should be called.

"You mean grabbing crutches, right?" Kang Jinling asked.

"Yes! Yes! It's grabbing!" Yan Yin nodded repeatedly.

"Which dialect is this Galaha from? When I look back, I'll ask Sister Shuyuan, maybe she can remember which old prince your father is."

Yan Yin was afraid that what she said would be wrong, so she pursed her mouth and stopped talking.

"Look!" Kang Jinling stretched out his hand into his bosom, and then opened his palm. In the palm, there were two clean sheep kneecaps. The side of the "ear" was a faint coral red, which seemed to be dyed with impatiens. On the other side, you can tell at a glance that it is dyed with bluegrass.

"There are only these two, and you have to make up four to play! This is from eating mutton soup on New Year's Eve last year. There are so many people, only one sheep, so I only got two hind legs. I can't play again until this year's New Year's Eve." I got two, and the calculation is quick, and it will arrive in a few days." Kang Jinling's tone was very cheerful, with a little satisfaction.

Yan Yin's eyes were red and she was almost in tears.The little girl in front of me, who was a little shorter than herself, was once the daughter of a monarch of a country, and her status was even more noble than her, but now she was naked and covered in chilblains. She was eagerly looking forward to eating mutton once a year. You have to wait for a whole year for a worthless plaything...

Seeing Yan Yin's expression, the light in Kang Jinling's eyes dimmed instantly, and she lowered her head and murmured, "Am I...so shameless and shameless? Am I...should be with your empress too?" Similarly, it is not out of character to commit suicide? But... I want to live! Is it wrong to want to live? As long as I live, there is hope, right? Second brother may bring soldiers to pick me up, or bring gold and silk Redeem me, don't you?" Kang Jinling suddenly grabbed Yan Yin's hand forcefully, as if to draw support from Yan Yin.

Yan Yin didn't know what to say to comfort him. He had read Kang Mao's letter of credence, but he didn't mention these captured clans.Qin Bai's answer in the court hall was correct, and he also had a rough understanding that the yearly coins were overwhelmed, and there was no extra gold, silver, watches and satin to redeem people.

Yan Yin tightly protected the frostbite-covered hand, and no longer cared about the redness, blisters and ulceration on that hand.

"Jinling, why are you running out again, and you don't go indoors to warm up in thin clothes?" A corner of a blue skirt flashed by, but it was Zhu Shuyuan who was carrying a wooden basin and walked over.

"It's stuffy in the room, come out to get some air." Kang Jinling replied with a smiling face and raised her head.

"Look at you, whether you are sitting or not, look at Xiaoyin, how well you sit."

It was only then that Yan Yin noticed that Kang Jinling was squatting all the time, in the posture of a carefree boy, while she was sitting upright on her knees, looking virtuous and elegant.

"I was punished by Kuan Niang to kneel last time, and the injury on my knee is still not healed!" Kang Jinling pouted and acted like a baby.

"You're always right, how long has it been, and still haven't recovered?" Zhu Shuyuan scolded lightly.

Kang Jinling stuck out her tongue and made a grimace.

"You two go back to the room quickly. If you have nothing to do, you can recite the book." Zhu Shuyuan turned her head and asked Yan Yin, "Xiaoyin, have you ever read poetry?"

Yan Yin nodded, "I've read it a little bit."

"That's great, the two of you take turns being the other's husband, sharing what you can remember, and sharing as much as you can remember."

"We have all fallen into this situation, what books are we still studying!" Kang Jinling protested in a low voice.

"Jiafu, Xiaoyin." Zhu Shuyuan bent down, pressed Kang Jinling's shoulder with one hand, and Yan Yin's shoulder with the other, and said seriously, "No matter what situation you fall into, always remember that you are from Dazhao, and Yuanren can enslave you." Our bodies, but we must not take away our integrity, poetry, books, rites and music are things that we have passed down from generation to generation, and we must not lose them at any time, you know?"

Kang Jinling nodded.

Yan Yin suddenly felt irritated. Although he never said a single lie except for the sentence "I don't remember", it was still a deception. Being trusted and cared for by them as if they were their own made him breathless Come.There was only one thought in Yan Yin's mind, no matter what, he had to escape from this place as soon as possible, he would rather be punished by the rod than stay here any longer!

"Sister Shuyuan." Yan Yin asked suddenly, "How many days until the winter solstice?" Yan Yin had just spent the night in the laundry yard, so of course she couldn't even remember the date, but there were various concerns in her mind. All kinds of thoughts came one after another, always a bit vague.

"Counting today, the winter solstice will be in four days."

Four days... Yan Yin silently calculated in her heart, to perform the winter solstice sacrifice on behalf of the Son of Heaven, and before that, she had to fast for three days. If the father did not enter the city today, he must have gone outside the city. Naturally, the three days of fasting and the day of the sacrifice cannot be □□, but after the winter solstice, it's time to meet yourself, right?There are still five days, and there are still five days left!

But... Father King Chen Bing on the north bank of the Yellow River, and the two countries of Yuan and Zhao have not yet negotiated peace.Is it to paralyze Nanzhao, make them think that the peace negotiation has been settled, and then suddenly catch them by surprise?If that's the case, maybe the father's return to the capital is just a feint, and he may not enter the city, nor may he meet himself... Thinking of this, sadness appeared on Yan Yin's face again.

Five days have passed, the sixth day has also passed, the seventh day, the eighth day... At first, Yan Yin was frantic, tossing and turning in his head, making up various reasons for Yan Qihao's absence to comfort himself, and pinning his hopes on the next day. Tian opened her eyes and was able to go out from here, but from morning to night, as much as she hoped, she would be as disappointed... Finally one day, just for a moment, Yan Yin suddenly figured it out, no longer looking forward to anything, the light in her eyes dimmed, The expression on his face was calm and peaceful.After all, you shouldn't have any hope for your father, right?

The author has something to say: Northerners know about the game Galaha, right?This is Manchu