When Xiaoxiao saw this, the corners of her mouth were bent. It seemed that this was the first time Ruicai took the initiative to mention Tang Lihuan.

The second letter was from Dan Tai Furong. It was written in a thick stack. As usual, I complained about the loneliness in my boudoir. King Ning took the task to go south and could not come back until the Chinese New Year. He also said that the family was very lively recently because he had to prepare for his sister Dan Tai Shaoyao's wedding...

Xiaoxiao wags the corner of his mouth. It seems that the matter of Dan Tai Shaoyao marrying the roaring Heavenly Lord is a foregone conclusion.

The last page of the letter is written on Wanhui Festival. I hope everyone can get together at that time, after all, there will be less time to get together.

Xiaoxiao was also infected by Dan Tai Furong, and she felt that her youth was decreasing day by day. By then, when all the sisters got married, she really felt like birds were flying into the forest.

Xiao Dier, as the girl told her, opened the window to scatter every day. She put on a cotton cloak before opening the window, and then heard the girl ask, "When is the Wanhui Festival?"

"It's the sixth day of the winter month, today is the third day of the New Year, and it will be here in a few days." Xiao Dier went to another house and opened the window. The wind with cold frost soon came through the hall, dyeing the coldness of the room.

Ranbi brought a large plate of yellow Buddha hands in: "Miss Wei gave her a very fragrant smell of fruit and looks good. It is said that Miss Wei also reminded her to make a ginger candy drink for the girl. I really couldn't bear to cut it into slices and boil it into candy water!"

Xiaoxiao had already smelled the fragrance of Buddha's hands, and the cold air outside the window formed a cold fragrance that refreshed the lungs and spleen, which made people feel calm, so Ranbi brought it to the study: "Days are so fast. I remember that at this time last year, Ranbi was crying for a plate of fruit."

Ranbi also remembered the old story last year: a group of southern Wenguo came to the mansion. She was slower and only assigned some local apples. The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she actually cried. Now that she thought about it, it was really a child's behavior and it was not worth it at all.

"At that time, Miss Wen was particularly thinking about the girl and specially sent someone to give her a long list of citrons to incense all the five rooms!" Ran Bi remembered what happened last year, as if yesterday. Because of opening the memories, she suddenly remembered something and walked closer to the bookcase and opened the drawer inside. "Last year, the girl thought the picture of Jiujiu Xiaohan sold outside was not good. She drank more than a dozen pictures in the study during the Chinese New Year, and now it comes in handy!"

Xiaoxiao had long forgotten this. When Ranbi took a thick stack of rice paper to the desk, the top one was an old plum with a twilight posture. The back also included pictures of plum blossoms, green willows, nine carp looking forward to spring, and nine dragons playing with pearls...

"I really had the time to do it." Xiaoxiao picked it up and looked at it one by one, but felt that each one was thoughtful. "When the winter solstice was not yet here, it would be better to give it to friends. Although the things were thin, they were painted sincerely."

Every day when you draw nine, you can all think of me. - Xiaoxiao smiles slightly, this gift is very suitable for connecting with feelings.

"By the way, what's fun about Wanhui Festival?" Xiaoxiao asked.

"Wanhui Festival is the birthday of Emperor Taizu. It is said that on that day, the emperor will host all civil and military officials. As long as we stand in the yard, we can see the fireworks set off in the palace!" Ran Bi replied.

"That's the holiday between the royal family and officials. What's the fun of us ordinary people?"

What I said was: "Things in the world are impermanent."

In a hurry, the song suddenly came from afar, which was blown by a silhouette, one more desolate than the other.

In recent days, whenever Xiaoxiao thinks of Gong Basheng, he will think of this song and its name: The world is impermanent.

The author has something to say: This chapter is a transition. In recent days, there have been some card texts. I am afraid that I can't help the big rhythm behind it. I have written so much, I am afraid that I can't support it later.
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