Marquis Jinghai arranged what happened after Xiao Yajun left as quickly as possible and asked Mrs. Xiao for her final opinion.

Mrs. Xiao seemed to be five or six years old, and she insisted on listening. Over the years, Jun'er's private houses were a considerable wealth, and most of her private houses were also her. Her eldest son gave her a three-entry mansion and two land deeds. You also sent some things to all the mother-daughter relationships that had lasted for thirteen years.

With these things, Jun'er can't spend them all in ten lives, but what's the use of these external things? Jun'er will never have any relatives again from then on.

Mrs. Xiao’s eyes were sore and swollen: “I’ll send her away after Mid-Autumn Festival.”

Marquis Jinghai said ok. Seeing that the old mother was like this, he couldn't bear it and comforted him: "My mother misses her, so she can come back and stay for a while."

Mrs. Xiao replied with two sneers.

Marquis Jinghai sighed silently, knowing that the old lady was resenting them, and thinking that they were forcing Yajun to leave.

But the culprit of all this is the Zhou couple. The Zhou couple is full of evil deeds. As their daughter, how could Yajun not be implicated? Only by going to a place where she doesn't know her can she get rid of the influence of the Zhou couple and live a normal life.

Marquis Jinghai bowed and said he was leaving.

This Mid-Autumn Festival, Mrs. Xiao did not return to the Marquis of Jinghai, but spent the holiday with Xiao Yajun in the farewell village. When the two of them were reunited, the grandparents and grandchildren looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and the sorrow of parting was absent from the two.

"Grandma is useless and I can't protect you." Old Lady Xiao's heart was filled with tears in her mouth.

Xiao Yajun was filled with sadness and slowly knelt down in front of Mrs. Xiao: "Grandma, I'm sorry for you, for me, so that you and your father and mother had a quarrel."

Xiao Yajun burst into tears: "Grandma has done enough for me, I remember it in my heart. It is my greatest blessing to be your granddaughter in this life."

Xiao Yajun bowed and kowtowed: "Grandma, you must take good care of yourself."

Tears rolled down, and Mrs. Xiao hugged her, and the grandparents and grandchildren hugged their heads and cried bitterly, and their crying sounded desolate and sad.

The next day, Mrs. Xiao reluctantly sent Xiao Yajun to the carriage, feeling that a piece of her heart had been dug up, leaving a bloody hole.

On that day, Mrs. Xiao fell ill, which was caused by her sadness and depression.

Autumn goes and winter comes, and the drizzle of autumn turns into pieces of white snow.

Sitting in the warm pavilion, Xiao Yajun looked at the plain-covered garden outside the window, the gardens in Jiangnan, elegant and exquisite, and the scenery is everywhere in the seasons.

It has been more than four months since I left the capital. The year is approaching, and I miss my relatives in the capital more and more, but the only one who misses her should be her grandmother.

Thinking of the kind and kind old lady Xiao, Xiao Yajun's eyes were tide. She blinked and held back her tears, raised her hand to pluck the phoenix-tail zither in front of her, and her mood was trembling like the strings of the piano.

"Girl, the snow has stopped outside, so why not go to the garden to see the plum blossoms." Wutong looked at Xiao Yajun's expression and said her suggestions.

Xiao Yajun slowly stood up. There was a plum forest on the east side of the house, blooming alone in the cold, and it was so beautiful.

Wutong took the fox fur and cloaked it on Xiao Yajun, and gave her a hand warmer.

After packing up, the master and servant walked out of the warm pavilion and slowly headed to the plum blossom forest. The servants they met along the way stopped respectfully and respectfully. Their eyes were respectful and humble. They were not like the servants in the Wenquan Biezhuang, nor were they like the servants in the Jinghai Marquis' Mansion, with a deep expression that made her uncomfortable.

Apart from the few nanny she brought, no one knew about her experience, nor did anyone know that she had an exiled biological parents.

She should be happy, indeed, she was a little happy. She could finally go out and go out to the streets openly without worrying about meeting acquaintances, listening to their meaningful words or even mocking them. But while she was happy, her heart was empty, everything here was strange to her. The world was so big that she seemed to be alone.

"The plum blossoms are so fragrant. Girl, I picked a few branches and inserted them in the house..." Wutong's voice gradually disappeared, and her eyes were as big as a copper bell.

Xiao Yajun, who stood in front of her, was surprised, turned around and his eyes fixed.

With a "bang", the stove fell on the snow.

The dusty eighth prince Zhao Rong stood a few feet away. The branches above his head moved in the wind, and the snow fell along with the colorful plum blossoms, falling on his face and on his shoulders.

The cold snow made the eighth prince tremble. He strode forward and walked straight towards Xiao Yajun. Wherever he passed, he raised the messy white snow.

Xiao Yajun looked at the eighth prince who was getting closer and closer in disbelief, stood there in a daze, staring at the person approaching step by step without blinking.

"You can make it easy for me to find." The eighth prince gritted his teeth and hugged Xiao Yajun, who had not yet come back to his senses. He tightened his arms and wanted to melt the person into his bones and blood, so that he would not lose his vanity: "You are so cruel and just left like this, and you don't leave a word for me. Do you know how long I have been looking for you?"

Wutong was surprised, happy and embarrassed, so she quickly lowered her eyes and tiptoed away, giving the space to her lover who had been reunited for a long time.

Wutong stood outside the forest and looked around, looking at Meilin for a while, and was happy for her girl. Since she came back from beating the eighth girl, everyone has changed their faces, but the old lady and the eighth prince treat the girl as before, and even feel even more distressed.

Wutong could see clearly that the eighth prince looked at her girl in her heart. Her girl also had the eighth prince in her heart. The girl felt that she was not worthy of the eighth prince, and she tried hard to suppress her emotions. She even left the capital without leaving a single word.

But the eighth prince was found, which shows how sincere the eighth prince is to the girl.

However, with the girl's current identity, Wutong turned joy into sorrow. If it were the past, the two of them were naturally in a good match, but now they have a huge difference in status. Joy faded like a tide, and a faint worry climbed into their hearts.

...

The cold plums of Proud Snow quietly withered, and green and yellow willow buds emerged, and a spring rain and a warmth.

Spring rain is as precious as oil, and drops are as good as gold. The crops in the fields grow vigorously.

Ayu was extremely relieved. After a year, she became addicted to farming. It turned out that farming was such an interesting thing. She watched the seeds sprout, grow, blossom, bear fruit, and finally eat them into her stomach. The satisfaction was unparalleled.

Satisfied Ayu touched the tender leaf buds on the ridge of the field, imagining its harvest in a few months, showing an old mother-like smile.

Until the maid told her that Mrs. Xiao was sick, Ayu calmed down her smile and asked while walking back how she was sick.

The maid couldn't explain it clearly, and the person who came to report the news did not explain in detail.

When Ayu returned to the Jinghai Marquis' Mansion, he saw that the You family was not in his mind. He seemed to have cried. He felt a little furious and hurriedly asked about the situation.

"Ya Jun is gone."

The sad You didn't want her to think too much, so she tried her best to suppress her sorrow, but she couldn't help but feel sad.

Ayu was stunned and held You's hand as comforted as he held him, asking, "What happened?"

You's voice was awkward: "She went to the temple on the mountain to burn incense, and accidentally fell off the cliff, so she couldn't even find her bones."

Ayu noticed her hands trembling, and could understand her heartache. After all, she loved her for thirteen years, and now she died prematurely. She stood up, hugged You, and said gently: "Mom, you cry, don't put it in your heart."

You's tears came out. Even though the Zhou couple had a estrangement from Yajun, she still hoped that the child would live a good life. She thought she could live a dignified life after going to Suzhou, but she never expected that something unexpected happened and she died. She was in her prime and had not yet gotten married and had a child.

You kept crying.

Ayu stroked her back and comforted her silently. The inside was full of twists and turns. After surprise, she was suspicious. Xiao Yajun died like this. She always felt that she was inconsistent and had no bones left?

Ayu narrowed his eyes. When Xiao Yajun left last year, she sent a few cats as eyeliners just in case. She just lost them. After all, the ordinary cat who was just unwise was so far away, which was understandable. After that, she completely lost Xiao Yajun's news. However, the eighth prince had gone to Jiangnan in winter.

After crying, You washed his face and put on makeup, and led Ayu to visit the sick old lady Xiao.

Just as Mrs. Xiao was helped up by Ruyi to drink medicine, Mrs. Xiao looked dull and looked gray, as if she had been drained from her vitality.

For Xiao Yajun, Mrs. Xiao loves her to the bones, and this bad news is like killing her half of her life.

"Old lady, Madam and the Eighth Girl are here to see you." Ruyi called her in a low voice.

Mrs. Xiao was unresponsive until Ruyi said it again, her empty eyes refocused, slowly set on Ayu's face, and suddenly grabbed the medicine bowl and smashed it at Ayu.

"It's you, it's you who killed Jun'er, it's you!"

Ayu, who was prepared for a long time, stepped back. Because Mrs. Xiao was weak and weak, the medicine bowl fell on her feet, and even the medicine juice was spilled on her.

Ayu looked at Mrs. Xiao calmly, whose eyes were bloodshot and whose eyes were almost out of her sockets.

Mrs. Xiao struggled to pounce on Ayu, but she couldn't even get off the bed. She could only stare at Ayu with a distorted face. Every wrinkle on her face was filled with resentment: "Why are you coming back? Why are you? Why are you forced to leave if you don't come back? How could something unexpected happen? It's you, you killed Jun'er!"

You stood in front of Ayu and was shocked and angry: "Mother, how can you blame Yu'er?"

Mrs. Xiao couldn't help but tremble and stared at Ayu viciously: "Give me back Jun'er, give me back Jun'er, give me back!"

The hoarse voice made You frightened. Seeing that Mrs. Xiao’s eyes were crazy, she was afraid that she would hurt her daughter again, Mrs. You hurriedly said, asking Ruyi to take care of Mrs. Xiao and pulled Ayu away quickly.

Behind him, Mrs. Xiao's crying heart-wrenchingly.
Chapter completed!