"The snow this year is terrible!"

Sun Huai has lived in Bianjing for so many years. He has never seen snow and wind like this year. The strong wind passed through Maxing Street and blew the flags in front of the shops. Sun Huai was white and fat.

The fat face felt like a knife scraping...

Looking at Fu Jiuqu again, his cloak was blown up by the snowy wind, making him look even thinner.

Sun Huai was afraid that his master would be blown away by the wind, so he sneezed and rubbed his nose to block the wind. Fu Jiuqu suddenly didn't realize it. He kept standing at the door of the medicine shop with his head raised, looking at the snow-white eaves, and

That horizontal plaque with the four characters "Xinyi Medicine House" written on it.

"Ahem! What time is it? Why isn't the pharmacy open yet?"

Sun Huai was talking to himself, but when he got no response, he stepped forward and pushed the door open.

The snow on the lintel fell off and fell on his shoulders. Sun Huai pooh-poohed twice. Just as he was about to pat himself, he swept the snow on his master's body again. He quickly put on a smile and went to pat him, but Fu Jiuqu dissuaded him with a glance.

"Knock on the door."

"Yes." Sun Huai's hand stopped in mid-air.

Fu Jiuqu just looked at him. There was no emotion in his eyes, and there was no joy, anger, sorrow or joy in his eyes, but he could see goosebumps all over his body...

The knock on the door rang for a long time before a dissatisfied response came from inside.

"Who is it? Isn't there a notice posted at the door? We will be closed on the Lantern Festival until the eighteenth day of the first lunar month..."

The door creaked open, and Xiang Ling's voice stopped abruptly.

She stared blankly at the tall figure of Prince Guangling standing at the door of the medicine shop, as well as the particularly festive face of Eunuch Sun, and could not react for a while.

"Oh, Miss Xiangling, it's snowing heavily outside. Please welcome our master in quickly and make a bowl of hot tea to drink..."

Sun Huai's voice brought Xiang Ling back to her thoughts.

It also made her tears flow down uncontrollably.

Familiar people and familiar words made her, for a moment, return to the time when Xin Yi was alive...

"I didn't expect... Oh, please come in quickly, please come in, the prince!"

Xiang Ling responded helplessly, carefully moved the stool against the door panel, cried and laughed at the same time, and then raised his voice to call someone.

"Ms. An, my beloved, come out quickly and see who is here..."

On a snowy day, the light in the house was very dark, and there were no lights in the main hall, but there were sacrifices on the table. The smell of incense mixed with the smell of medicine came through, and in the sound of wind and snow howling in the sky, it was like a cold knife cutting into the heart.

On the human heart.

Mrs. An and her husband followed and ran out, and saw Prince Guangling standing there, with a pair of bright black eyes, which were darker and bigger because of his thin cheeks, a cold and cold face, as white as a piece of paper, and a large cloak

On his thin and slender body, one could faintly see the frail body under the thick cloak.

He seemed to have lost his human form compared to when he left Beijing the year before last.

But I see the old times, but not the old people.

Sun Huai wiped away his tears and said, "Our father came to see my wife."

"Prince..." My beloved saw Xiang Ling crying, and he also shed tears.

"Our wife is gone... In the past year, we have gone to the palace to find the prince many times... but we have not been able to see him..."

She cried, and Xiang Ling's crying became louder.

"Can the prince tell us how his sister disappeared?"

Fu Jiuqu had his back to the door and facing the sacrificial table. His figure was a little blurry, but he looked gloomy.

Seeing that he was silent, Lady An looked around, wiped the corners of her eyes, and said with a sad smile: "Look at you two, what are you so anxious about? Can't you ask the prince to sit in the inner hall and talk again?"

Fu Jiuqu nodded, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and slowly walked inside.

No one knows how much difficulty he has to overcome when he steps into the medicine shop again, so that he can remain calm in a place full of beautiful figures of Xinyi, instead of crying bitterly...

Mrs. An originally wanted to place him in the tea room in the inner hall, where there was a recliner where he used to sit, but Fu Jiuqu refused. She walked all the way to the vegetable patch in the backyard, looked at the earthen stoves and wells, and looked at the traces of Xinyi's life.

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"she……"

Fu Jiuqu raised his hand, wanting to say something, but a breath of snowy wind flew over him, and he couldn't help but cough.

Sun Huai quickly handed over the veil.

Madam An turned her head to watch him take it, and then she realized that the prince's hand was bony, and the emerald green finger that was originally on the thumb was probably too loose, so he no longer wore it.

Madam An's eyes immediately became hot.

"The prince wants to ask if those peppers, corns, and tomatoes my wife planted?"

Fu Jiuqu's eyes were red, either from the wind or from coughing, and his pale face became a bit paler.

He nodded towards Mrs. An.

Mrs. An said: "The crops were mature, and we didn't wait for her to come back to harvest them. We didn't know how to eat them, so we followed her instructions before leaving and waited for them to mature. We made seeds and stored them..."

She sighed softly, "I have kept them in the attic if they are not affected by dampness. I will plant some when spring comes... I will burn some for my lady on her auspicious day. Therefore, we also want to ask the prince if my lady has passed away."

The specific date..."

"She's not dead." Fu Jiuqu's coughing stopped, and his voice came faintly, like Xuefeng whimpering, but extremely firm, "How could she die? She's alive."

Madam An was surprised at first, then looked at the ghostly white face of Prince Guangling, exchanged glances with her husband and Xiang Ling, and her heart immediately sank.

Could it be that the Prince of Guangling County is... crazy?

Why does it look so scary?

They didn't believe Fu Jiuqu's words.

However, in the strange silence, a clear and angelic exclamation suddenly came.

"Really? My mother is not dead?" The child's joy came unexpectedly.

San Nian pushed open the door on the second floor, looked around, and soon ran downstairs, pounced on Fu Jiuqu like a swallow.

"Uncle Fu, please take us to find mother quickly... I know that mother is not dead, mother is definitely not dead..."

Fu Jiuqu was slightly startled.

The hazy skylight fell softly on Sannian's smiling face, and his big dark eyes were full of hope.

Behind the little girl, there are the first thought and the second thought that come out slowly.

Under the blowing of the snowy wind, the two boys did not raise their heads, but it could be seen that they had grown a lot bigger... but they were thinner than before. The meat that Xin Yi had managed to raise for them seemed to be gone, and they were swollen.

It looks like two bamboo poles.

"Why are you here?" Fu Jiuqu's deep eyes kept wandering.

Mrs. An and others lowered their heads in panic, not daring to make a sound.

Yi Nian looked up at him, kept silent for a moment, bowed and said hello to Fu Jiuqu, and then said: "On mother's Xiaoxiang day, we came here specially to pay homage..."

Fu Jiuqu noticed that the three children were all wearing plain white clothes, not mourning clothes, but they had hemp ropes tied around their waists, and he couldn't help but frowned.

After Xin Yi's death, the three children were supposed to "serve three years" for her according to the rules. However, when Zhang Youyou came, he took them away and removed their mourning clothes. This move made it clear that Xin Yi was not recognized as the stepmother of the children.

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The hemp ropes on the three little ones were found by Mrs. An after they came over last night and tied them up. However, they couldn't wear the previous clothes, so they had to make do with them, but they all thought that the lady would not care about these. The three children

It is a joy to be able to think of her and come here to observe mourning for a night.

"Uncle Fu."

The three thoughts were so joyful that there were stars in his eyes.

But his first thought was mature, he lowered his head and asked seriously: "Is my mother really not dead?"

All eyes were focused on Fu Jiuqu's face.

Fu Jiuqu pondered for a moment, then smiled silently, "Yeah."

Yi Nian looked up: "Then where is she?"

Second thought: "Yes, then why doesn't she come back?"

Third thought: "Is Mom injured and unable to come to us? Uncle Fu, can you take us to find Mom?"

Fu Jiuqu said quietly: "She lives in a place that we can't see or find. But, she can see us, see each of us..."

Everyone: "..."

Isn't this a way of coaxing children?

The atmosphere is inexplicably weird.

Seeing the disappointment on the faces of the three children, Sun Huai coughed lightly and said with a smile:

"The snow this year is really heavy. I have never seen such heavy snow in my life."

"Yes, it's like ghosts crying and wolves howling, as if they were being wronged. Several green bamboos outside the courtyard were broken at the waist." Mrs. An sighed, touched Sannian's head, and said with sincerity.
To be continued...