She was Murong Fu's maid. She was the only one who served Murong Fu. How could he let Murong Fu greet her?
"It doesn't matter. Sit down and just chat with me. Since you have recognized His Highness King Zhennan, you no longer need to consider yourself as my maid, Murong Fu."
Murong Fu shook his head and said with a smile.
"ah......."
A'Zhu hurriedly knelt down and said, "Young Master, are you going to drive A'Zhu out of Murong's house? Has A'Zhu done something wrong to make Master unhappy? Please punish Master and don't drive A'Zhu away!"
Murong Fu sighed softly, with a complicated expression: "You didn't do anything wrong, you just...Oh, sit down..."
Murong Fu held up his hands, and a soft invisible force came out, gently lifting A'Zhu up, and encouraged her to sit down with his gentle eyes.
"Yes, sir."
Seeing that Murong Fu had no intention of getting angry, A'Zhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He glanced at Murong Fu secretly, met his eyes, and quickly lowered his head, his heart beating wildly.
"A'Zhu, if I remember correctly, it has been ten years since you came to Murong's house, right?"
Murong Fu said.
"Yes, Master."
"Do you still remember what happened before you came to Murong's house?" Murong Fu picked up the teacup, took a sip casually, and frowned slightly: the water was wrong.
Seeing Murong Fu frowning, A'Zhu took a sip of the tea in front of him and said with a smile: "Master, you must have made a mistake with the water for making tea. The year before last, you asked A Bi and I to take the snow from the plum blossom tree.
The water is hidden in a white porcelain jar under the largest plum tree in Aoshuangxuan. You usually drink tea from that jar of water."
Murong Fu moved slightly: "Is that so?"
After thinking about it carefully, I do have such a memory in my mind. It snowed very heavily in Gusu that year, and the entire city of Gusu was a world of glazed glass, with thousands of frost branches wrapped in silver, proud snow and cold plum blossoms, and fragrant paths in the garden.
Murong Fu had a sudden idea and ordered his two concubines, Aju and Abi, to collect the first snow on the plum tree and make tea next year.
Although they had a stove to warm their hands and fox furs to protect them from the cold, the two little girls' hands were still red from the cold when they came back after standing in the biting cold wind all morning. Afterwards, the two little girls fell ill and could not get up for several days.
Come to bed. At that time, Murong Fu didn't pay much attention.
Suddenly remembering this past incident, Murong Fu couldn't help but be speechless for a moment.
"It was my lack of consideration that time that caused you and Abi to suffer." Murong Fu said softly.
Although it was not his fault, a trace of guilt still welled up in his heart due to the empathy. He seemed to see two petite figures carefully sweeping away a small amount of snow from each plum tree in the huge plum garden, and then
Sealed. The biting cold wind turned their delicate hands red...
A'Zhu shook his head and said: "Master, A'Zhu's life was saved by the Murong family. Everything A'Zhu did for the master was what he should have done."
At the same time, he added silently in his heart: As long as the young master is happy...
Murong Fu sighed in his heart: Silly girl...
"Do you still remember what happened before you came to Murong's house? A'Zhu."
Murong Fu said.
A'Zhu thought for a while and said, "I remember part of it. A'Zhu didn't know who his parents were when he was a child, and he was adopted by a couple. Although they adopted A'Zhu, they were not kind to A'Zhu, and beat and scolded him at every turn. They
He also said that when A'Zhu is older, he will sell A'Zhu to... A'Zhu was very scared, so he ran out secretly.
At that time, A'Zhu was six years old. He had been wandering on the streets for a year. One day, he was bullied by local bullies while playing tricks on the street. Then the master showed up and taught the bullies a lesson. He also took A'Zhu back to Murong's house and became a slave.
The young master's personal maid, Abi, came a few days later. The young master saw that A'Zhu and A Bi's skirts were one red and one blue, so he named us A'Zhu and A Bi...
Young Master, you know what happened next..."
A'Zhu didn't know why Murong Fu suddenly asked these questions tonight, but facing this young master who taught her to write her own name, how could she hide anything?
"That's right..." Murong Fu said softly.
"Then do you hate your adoptive parents?" Murong Fu asked.
A'Zhu thought for a while and shook his head gently: "A'Zhu doesn't hate them. Without them, A'Zhu might have passed away long ago. But A'Zhu doesn't thank them either, because if A'Zhu didn't escape in the first place, A'Zhu would have died a long time ago."
Zhu is now in a pit of fire."
Murong Fu felt heavy because the truth was actually even more unacceptable than this.
He casually changed the subject: "It's your birthday in two days, right?"
A'Zhu's beautiful eyes lit up: "Master, how did you know?"
Murong Fu smiled and said, "I asked Aunt Ruan to find out."
A'Zhu blushed. In this era, it is self-evident for a man to ask a woman what her birthday means.
The originally somewhat heavy atmosphere became very charming after this conversation. Late at night, the young man in green clothes, the pretty maid in red clothes, and the thin pine branches were burning in the exquisite red clay stove...
"Aunt Ruan has told you your life story these days, right?"
Murong Fu coughed lightly and directed the topic elsewhere.
A'Zhu sighed deeply in his heart: "Mom told me all. Mom said that dad had no choice but to..."
When Ruan Xingzhu accompanied Duan Zhengchun to Yanziwu, A'Zhu was in charge of receiving them.
At first, the two parties did not recognize each other. After getting along for a while, Ruan Xingzhu and A'Zhu both felt that they were gentle and amiable to each other, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity between them. Ruan Xingzhu happened to think of a pair of children he had lost for many years.
She proposed that she would like to recognize A'Zhu as her adopted daughter, so she asked about A'Zhu's parents. By chance, a mother and daughter who had been separated for many years recognized each other.
Previously, A'Zhu only knew that the big man in front of him was King Zhennan of Dali, but did not know that he turned out to be his biological father.
"Then do you blame them for abandoning you in the first place?"
A'Zhu sighed softly: "It was a little bit at first. But these years, the Murong family treated A'Zhu very well. I think my father and mother also had some difficulties, right? And during this period, father and mother treated A'Zhu very well.
I'm fine. Dad also said that he wants to take me back to Dali and make me the princess..."
Having said this, A'Zhu quickly glanced at Murong Fu and said with a smile: "A'Zhu will not leave Murong's house."
Looking at A'Zhu, Murong Fu felt inexplicably sad.
"Do you know why your father, His Highness the King of Zhennan, did not come back with me this time?"
Murong Fu felt it was time and asked the first important question of the night.
A'Zhu said in surprise: "Didn't the young master say that dad went out to visit an old friend in Gusu and won't be able to come back for a while?"
Murong Fu said: "That's because I didn't want your mother to worry, so I lied to her. The reason why your father didn't come back is because he was seriously injured and was recovering from his injuries!"
A'Zhu felt his eyes go dark, and there were only four words left in his mind: "Life is at stake."