Ai Min of Fomalhaut's Self-written Book

?This year's winter is not very cold. It's just that when it snows, it gets dark early. Many times I have to go out early to deliver flowers.

It's snowing again today, and it's falling silently. I took a deep breath, and white mist slowly gushed out from my mouth and nose.

Holding the famous flower that someone asked for in one hand, and the gold-carved white crane hand warmer that my little brother gave me in the other, I got into the carriage. The coachman drove the cart skillfully in the snow, making car marks one after another, and there were few pedestrians on the road. , The snow fell from the sky, covering layer after layer.

The person who is going to send flowers this time is the family of Zhao Chenggong, the envoy of the Xijing workshop. It should be Cong Zhan's uncle. Nothing like it.

The person who entertained me was still Zhao Chenggong's capable maidservant named Yan'er, with a long face and fair appearance. When she saw it was me, she smiled and said, "Ms. Mi came so early."

I also laughed: "Xijing workshop envoy, how can I be negligent, as soon as I want to order flowers, I will send them over in a hurry."

Yan'er took the flowers from my hand, weighed them carefully, and praised: "Miss Mi's flowers are really beautiful, they are hard to find!"

I hurriedly said: "Don't dare to take it, Miss Yan is absurd."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, just as they were about to leave, Yan'er behind her suddenly heard something saying to herself: "This flower could not be more elegant as a wedding gift for Mr. Zhao Congzhan."

"What?" I suddenly turned my head and opened my eyes wide.

Seeing me turning my head to talk, Yan'er stepped in without knowing it for a moment, and said "huh?" softly.

"You said, Zhao Congzhan...a wedding gift?" My voice trembled for a moment.

"Yes." Yan'er nodded, with a happy smile, "Today is Mr. Zhao's big day. I'm afraid all the dignitaries and dignitaries in the capital will come to congratulate him! Mr. Zhao doesn't like money, but loves elegant things like orchids." After much deliberation, my lord thinks it's more appropriate to give him a pot of famous flowers."

Today is a happy day for Cong Zhan.

I was stunned for a while, and I said in a low voice: ...... congratulate Mr. Zhao for me. "

"Alright." Yan'er said casually.

This day has finally come. I thought I would die and be heartbroken, but I didn't expect that when it really happened, I could face it so calmly.

That congratulations, Yan'er may not really say it to Cong Zhan, after all, there are too many people who want to congratulate him.I just told myself.

When I went out, the snow had stopped, and my body suddenly trembled for some reason. The sky was full of dim yellow and gray, and the space between the sky and the earth was empty and cold, like youth and white hair, which made people feel desolate.

In the distance, a carriage rushed towards me, it was my little brother's imperial carriage.

He was wearing a satin robe of bright yellow brocade today. He thought he was in a hurry to leave the palace, but he didn't have time to change it. In the Northern Song Dynasty, only nobles could wear this color satin robe. He usually tabooed this when he secretly went out of the palace.

"Ai Min." He looked at Zhao Chenggong's mansion, and then at me, with a panicked expression, exactly the same as when I was about to leave that day.

I shook his hand and said lightly, "I'm fine."

His hands are cold, like the ice and snow in this season, rushing over here in such a hurry, and in such a panic, I think I know today's day.

On the way back, the carriage was a little bumpy, swaying, like a raging frenzy, and the heart was sore and unspeakable.

The little brother knew that I was in a bad mood, so he just looked at me quietly, with faint heartache and sadness in his eyes, seeing me sitting all the way blankly, with a stiff expression, suddenly held my hand again, and called me in a low voice: "Amin."

I glanced at him, and said calmly: "I should have taken out the top-quality red scape... Unfortunately, Cong Zhan has always said that red scape is his favorite."

I looked at the snow field outside the car window. When I went there, it was white and crystal clear, but when I returned, it was trampled by all kinds of carriages and pedestrians. Who could have imagined what happened in this world?

Yes, I shed tears: "In this world, there is no such thing as satisfactory..."

After returning home, I fell ill. I had a fever. It was not a serious illness at all, but because of my weak constitution and mental depression, the illness dragged on and refused to heal no matter what.

My aunt took care of me day and night, and my little brother ran here every three days when he learned about it, and every time he boiled the precious medicinal materials from the palace for me. After drinking it a few times, I shirked and refused to drink any more.

The days are full of bitterness, my body often feels hot and cold, and I often dream of Cong Zhan's face in a daze.

In the flower theater, he held my hand, his eyes were full of tenderness: "Cong Zhan will only teach Min'er in this life."

On Yujie, he put his arms around my waist, with a deceitful smile: "Now everyone in the capital knows about our affairs, and you won't be allowed to go back on your word."

After three years of goodbye, when I returned to him, the corners of his eyes shone brightly: "Min'er, I thought I would never see you again."

Every time I wake up from the fascination, no matter how bitter and uncomfortable my heart is, my eyes are dry, like a dry well that has dried up, only the moss is thick and dense, but there is no wave.Sad to the extreme, all day long just staring at the yellowed window paper in a daze, sitting like this is often the light of a day.

My body was weak and weak, and I thought to myself, as soon as I recovered from my illness, I would go back. ?