The woman's laughter echoed in her ears, and Mr. Folding Fan was lifted onto the horse by her, like a light kitten. She seemed to be accompanied by several servants. The little man could only clearly remember that wherever the woman passed, there were refugees and thieves.
They were all defeated.
She laughed and said if the child was so beautiful, would she like to go with her?
Mr. Folding Fan was still young at that time. He was so frightened that he cried. He did not dare to jump off the horse. He held the hard edge of the saddle tightly with one hand and the woman's blood-stained skirt with the other. He cried softly and shook his head to express his dissatisfaction. The woman was tall.
He waved his whip high and walked away, his laughter even more hearty, as if he was teasing some kind of animal cub.
The little animal-like child fell asleep. Shen Shen didn't know how long it had been. He vaguely remembered that the woman had shaken him awake and asked him where his home was. With sleepy eyes, he rubbed his eyelids and told him the last thing he remembered before he and his wet nurse were separated.
The place where he fell. Later, when he woke up again, when he opened his eyes, he found that he was already beside his eldest sister.
The woman disappeared, along with her maroon horse, fluttering cloak, and soft armor stained with blood and smelling of rust. There was only the eldest sister in the makeshift tent, leaning on the small bed with her chin propped up.
He dozed off. The folding fan boy sat up blankly, startling the sleepy girl.
The eldest sister told him that the girl came on horseback, caught a servant and asked him a few questions, then left him in the group's camp and left alone, refusing to leave his name and whereabouts, saying that the world is far away and the world is so chaotic.
Unstable, the fate of meeting by chance has been exhausted, it is easy to do, no need to worry about it.
"She is like a god in the sky, so heroic and heroic. She comes and goes without a trace." The eldest sister brought a bowl of hot wheat flower soup, sat on the edge of the bed and fed him to drink it. When talking about the woman, her tone and eyes
Full of envy: "It's strange to say that, in fact, her appearance is not very beautiful, but my fourth sister and I both feel that she looks very comfortable, and even if she doesn't speak so politely, she only looks free and easy.
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Mr. Folding Fan was a little frustrated. The smell of wheat flowers was so strong that he couldn't even whet his appetite: "It's a pity that she saved my life. I don't even know her name."
"If we are destined, we will see you again. Let's have some, we have to go on our way later." The eldest sister lowered her head, carefully blew the hot air, and said lightly: "It would be great if... I could become someone like her."
That year, the eldest sister of Mr. Folding Fan had just gotten hairpins, and her father intended to betroth her to a middle-aged man for no other reason than that man was an important member of the court and held a high position of power. Even though his wife was widowed in middle age, and there were already two sons in the family.
When an adult legitimate son marries a concubine, he is considered a good match.
If there hadn't been wars, perhaps this docile young woman would have obeyed her parents' orders and the matchmaker's words, hid her tears and reluctance, and settled down to marry a man of her father's age.
In order to continue the relationship, have children, support her husband and educate her children, seek benefits as her mother's family wishes, and then live a life that should not belong to her.
Such a fate may befall any woman. The eldest sister, Xiao Qimu, was born delicate and cute, like a hibiscus. Her personality was as soft and docile as a white lamb. She often cried out even when she was beaten in pain.
He is the most neglected one in the family.
When Mr. Folding Fan was just born, his father was happy for a while, but gradually became indifferent and rarely visited his biological mother's room. The main wife was powerful, doting on concubines and vying for beauty, and there was only one man. It was common for the family to be left in the cold. Mr. Folding Fan was a man.
The child should have received his father's attention, but things went against his wishes. Apart from the occasional routine visits from his aunt, it was this concubine who visited the house the most, bringing children's clothes made by her biological mother and words of comfort.
He had always thought that the eldest sister had such a gentle temperament. It wasn't until that day, when he saw her longing eyes and heard what she said with his own ears, that Mr. Folding Fan knew that perhaps everything was just the opposite.
If given a choice, who would want to spend their life with someone they don't like, and who wouldn't want to live a life that makes them comfortable and happy.
The eldest sister seems to have a sweetheart, but Mr. Folding Fan has never really seen it, but the two mandarin ducks in the girl's hand are carefully described, and the concentric knot that the wet nurse at home has never made, where did they come from and where are they going to be sent to?
go?
The scent of the gradually cooling wheat flower soup lingered on the tip of his nose. The eldest sister anxiously advised him to eat more even if it was difficult to swallow. The journey was too difficult. It seemed that in a few days, even this would be gone.
At that moment, looking at the eldest sister's red eyes, Mr. Folding Fan secretly made up his mind that when An Ran returned, no matter how tough his father and aunt's attitude was, he would help his eldest sister fight for her once and protect her. After all, he was a man.
If it doesn't work this time, I will definitely succeed in the future and rescue the eldest sister from the abyss.
Having made up his mind, he took the bowl by himself and swallowed hard. There was a lot of noise outside the tent, and Mr. Folding Fan’s wet nurse ran away. The eldest sister said that since she found out that he was missing, the wet nurse was more anxious than anyone else, and she asked herself to go out overnight.
Searched, but never came back.
The child on the bed nodded. The younger man seemed to have matured at an accelerated pace and almost understood what was going on. The eldest sister also comforted him, don't think too much, the most important thing is to save his life first.
"In troubled times, everyone is in danger. She has nurtured you no matter what, so don't be too harsh. As a sister, please be more polite. If there is a chance in the future, third brother... I hope you can treat her kindly."
Mr. Folding Fan did not speak and pretended to be asleep. He felt more and more sorry for this girl who was kind to everyone and couldn't bear to see her being a good person without reward. Unfortunately, before he could take his own action and do something for his eldest sister, he had already
Heaven is jealous of beauty, and beauty dies young.
The eldest sister died in the war, when refugees were crowded and the road was bumpy. She accidentally rolled off the carriage and was trampled to death. Her wet nurse risked her life and went back to search, but only brought back a thin gold-plated bracelet that had been crushed.
Only Mr. Folding Fan cried for him. He was the fourth daughter of the same mother as his eldest sister. She was also a few years older than Mr. Folding Fan. Facing the death of her own sister, she hugged her body tightly and buried her head in the corner in silence all night. After all, she did not shed any tears.
The next tear.
After the war gradually subsided, and when he returned to the capital, his father did not offer a word of comfort to the concubine who had lost his daughter. Instead, he coldly looked for the next daughter for marriage, and finally selected the fourth girl.
After hearing the news, Mr. Folding Fan suddenly understood that the fourth sister could not shed tears only because she was too sober to the fate she was about to face, to the point of despair.
"Master Ling?"
It was Shen Yuan's voice that sounded softly, which was completely different from the woman's silver bell-like smile in his memory. Mr. Folding Fan was happy to come back to his senses so that he could temporarily escape from the unbearable past in his family. This chapter has been completed!