The jade lychees placed on the counters were knocked to the ground one after another, making two crisp sounds, and then rolled under the counters.
Jiang Huaiyang clasped her waist, rested his head on her shoulder, and whispered in a tired voice, "We can't make up for it." There were too many mistakes to make up for, and too many favors to repay.
Ruan Yuyi looked at the messy cases intently and shed tears.
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But Jiang Huaiyang did not keep her after all. After taking care of Concubine Rong's affairs, Ruan Yuyi returned to the General's Mansion empty-handed without taking anything.
He chased her all the way out of the palace, but stopped and watched her carriage and horse go away and disappear among the pedestrians.
Today is the birthday of Xian'er and Ying'er, and Mrs. Ruan has actually sent people to ask several times. She asked if she wanted to prepare her dishes, but in fact she wanted to provide her with a chance to escape.
The carriage came to a leisurely stop, Mu Xiang opened the curtains, and it was suddenly bright inside. Facing the cold wind of late winter, Ruan Yuyi put her hand on the back of Mu Xiang's hand, and stepped down with the help of a small spoon.
Deep in the alley, a figure flashed past.
She looked at that place with some hesitation for a long time, and asked softly, "Muxiang, is that the gentleman who was invited earlier?"
Mu Xiang turned around too late, and there was still a figure somewhere where she was. She only glanced at it and said, "Miss, I'm afraid I saw it wrong."
Since he was not an important person, Ruan Yuyi gave up.
When he moved into the house, he didn't want Xian'er to hide behind the door for a long time, so he guarded her when she came back. As soon as he saw a corner of her clothes, Xian'er rushed towards her and almost staggered her.
Ruan Yuyi called out softly and hugged her, "Xian'er."
"Be careful and don't let me fall." Ying'er folded her arms and said coldly from behind.
Ruan Yuyi also called him with a smile. The young man called him unexpectedly, and his face turned red immediately.
A few people chatted for a while near the hanging flower door, but the woman who came to greet them reminded them that it was very windy outside and they were afraid of getting cold if they stood here for a long time, so they were introduced into the house.
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Jiang Huaiyang stood there for a long time. Seeing this, Wen Zhi came up and asked, "Your Majesty, do you want to catch up?"
This question seemed to give him a hint. He hummed casually and left without asking for a carriage or horse.
He walked around the farther road. The street market there was more lively. If it weren't for the frequent affairs in the palace, it would be even more lively. The sounds of birds in the vendors' cages, the sounds of hawkers, and the sounds of singing and opera were all mixed together.
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He was dressed in a black robe and brocade robe, which made him stand out in front of the crowd of commoners. People kept looking in his direction.
He stopped in front of a small stall. The owner of the stall was playing with a spoon filled with maltose skillfully. The brown syrup was like a paintbrush in everyone's hands. With one pour and one lift, a sugar painting quickly took shape.
The boss smiled and handed the thing to the child next to him, who had already stared at it eagerly. He handed over a sweaty copper plate, turned around and ran away happily.
The boss then called Jiang Huaiyang, "What do you want, sir?"
Wen Zhi thought he wouldn't be interested in this, but he thought about it for a while and said, "Can you draw rabbits?"
"Yes, I can draw not twenty but seventeen or eight rabbits in a day. It's very familiar..." The boss likes to chatter. Whenever he gets an opportunity, he will invite him to chat.
Jiang Huaiyang lowered his eyes and watched the sugar painting taking shape, and his mind was filled with her appearance, smiling, angry, or resolute, all of which were so vivid.
He thought she would definitely like these gadgets.
So he walked all the way, buying a lot of food and toys along the way, and the eyes of the children passing by were bright.
When passing by a pastry shop, I smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, so I walked in and asked the boss to make a portion. A large piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake was wrapped in a piece of oil paper and tied with a rope interlaced with it. The hole in the rope was just right.
Passing a few fingers through it makes it much easier to carry.
The bold girl in the rouge shop came close to him and asked him which family's young master he was. He remained silent, scared the girl away with a cold face, and then remembered that when he was packing her things last time, her
Rouge seemed to have bottomed out, because she walked into the shop again.
He didn't even think about it. The last time he did this was more than half a year ago. Someone at the general's residence had already purchased new ones.
When his hands were full, Jiang Huaiyang happened to walk to the door of the General's Mansion. The boy guarding the door didn't recognize the saint's face and only said that he wanted them to wait outside and he went in to inform.
So he really waited.
It was Ruan Zhuoxin who came out. He seemed to be surprised, "Your Majesty? Why are you here without anyone telling me?" His eyes fell on the miscellaneous children's toys in the hands of Wen Pheasant and Jiang Huaiyang.
When I returned to patrol, my expression became obviously strange.
"Is your sister here?" Jiang Huaiyang just pretended that he couldn't see the look in his eyes.
"Xian'er is here," he thought for a moment and added, "Yi'er is asleep."
Jiang Huaiyang peeked through the crack in the door behind Ruan Zhuoxin and saw only a glimmer of light. He somehow felt that Ruan Yuyi was not in the house, so he turned to look at Ruan Zhuoxin's expression, and his eyes really shone slightly.
After all, Jiang Huaiyang was more skilled, and he was able to lure her out in a few moments. She was currently on the river bank, probably about to abandon the car and get into the boat.
There was a thump in his heart, and he didn't have time to think too much. He stuffed the sundries in his hands into Ruan Zhuoxin's hands and walked towards the river.
The wind blew across his cheek, and he heard a sharp whistling sound, and his cheeks were numb. He looked forward, and he did not dare to stop. His intuition told him that if he paused for a moment, he would really miss it.
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People were coming and going on the shore, and the scene of farewell echoed with the dry willow branches, and there was a bit of deep sadness.
Jiang Huaiyang looked around, seeing all kinds of clothes passing by, but there was no figure he was missing. He didn't want to believe it, so he caught someone and asked, had he ever seen such a girl? He described it to them in detail.
Fortunately, her expression struck a chord, and he really asked this question.
He looked in the direction pointed by the man, and there was indeed a yellow figure, holding up his skirt, preparing to get on the boat. Perhaps the boatman told her to be careful, and she raised her face in response.
Jiang Huaiyang could no longer stand, so he stepped forward and stepped onto the boat.
The boat rocked twice, and he almost overturned the family's belongings.
Ruan Yuyi was so frightened that she turned around and glared at him angrily, "What are you doing here again? Do you have to capsize someone else's boat to be happy?"
He was so excited to see it that he actually felt a bit happy.
But it wasn't because of the ship, but because she hadn't left yet, and she was in his arms at this moment, so real. He thought that she probably looked like this when she first came to Beijing.
She was just a little more green, looking around at the unfamiliar scenery of the North, her eyes sparkling with affection, full of the scenery in Beijing and her expectations.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Wuzhou." she answered.
"Maybe I'll go with you?"
She broke away from his arms, turned her face away, and said in a voice so soft that it almost disappeared with the wind, "That's not Wuzhou where I live alone."
he knows.
That was the Wuzhou that gave birth to the one he loved.