Nan Baoyi lowered her head, stroked Su Bai Zhongyi, and smiled sweetly: "He doesn't know yet, I really want to tell him immediately..."

Yuchi lowered his eyes and his eyeshadow outlined the gloomyness on his handsome face.

He quickly calmed down his excess emotions, looked at the small building, and closed the flower windows for Nan Baoyi: "The south of the Yangtze River is cold, and the small island in the middle of the lake is colder than elsewhere. I am afraid that my sister can't bear it. I will report to my father tomorrow and take you to my yard to live."

Nan Baoyi was slightly stunned: "But--"

"I know my sister is worried about the difficulty of men and women in their ease." Yuchi smiled calmly, his deep eyebrows and eyes stretched out. He was vaguely the naughty young man who was thousands of miles away from home in Chang'an City back then.

He added some charcoal to the stove: "But my sister is pregnant now and she fell here, and there is no one around her to take care of her. I will choose two maids for my sister and ask a stable wife to serve her. The first child must be careful, otherwise it will be troublesome to leave the disease. My aunt left the disease when she gave birth to me, and now..."

He lowered his eyebrows and poked the burning charcoal with tongs, and did not continue.

Nan Baoyi stared at him.

The charcoal fire illuminated his face.

He has a handsome outline, his peach blossom eyes are shimmering with a glittering light, a little gentleness and a lot of pain, which is between a teenager and a man.

Nan Baoyi said seriously: "Yuchi, thank you. Actually, I really want to leave here too. It's the first time I'm pregnant with a child. I don't understand many things. I'm so nervous when I kicked the little baby in my stomach. I'm not so scared if I have a maid and a wife around me."

She poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Yuchi: "By the way, when you left Chang'an, you said you wanted to go home to take care of your seriously ill mother. How is your aunt's health now?"

Yuchi took the teacup: "It's better in summer and autumn. Since the beginning of winter, I have been bedridden. Now I'm lying on my life with ginseng soup, maybe I'll be gone one day..."

He blew the tea soup and was worried.

...

Within two days after Yuchi left, Nan Baoyi was released from the island in the middle of the lake.

She was led by Yuchi into a clean and quiet yard.

The living room has been well arranged, the rosewood furniture is exquisite and elegant, the closet is filled with jackets and skirts that are popular in Jiangnan this winter, and rouge and beaded hairpins and jewelry are also prepared on the makeup mirror.

Yuchi scratched his head: "Although the mansion is rich, I don't have much money to use. I can only afford it for the time being... I have never taken care of the little girl, and I don't know if my sister likes it... If you don't like it, I will save enough money in the future and buy you what you like."

Nan Baoyi touched the rouge powder.

The nuts from the Western Regions and the pearl powder from the East China Sea can be seen as expensive at a glance.

She said sincerely: "Thank you."

At least she took advantage of Yuchi's benefits, and she visited his concubine according to her etiquette.

The maid opened the felt curtain.

The room was quite dark, and the strong fragrance of bitter medicine came to my face.

When he turned into the inner room, Nan Baoyi noticed that Yuchi paused outside the Dongyue Gate for a moment before stepping in.

The curtain is high and rolled.

The middle-aged woman sitting on the couch was tortured by illness. She was already skinny, but she was holding needles and thread in her hands and was still doing embroidery work.

Seeing them coming in, her sunken eyes were full of radiance. She quickly put down the needle and thread, grabbed Yuchi's hand, and touched his cuffs: "It's cold and cold, why are you wearing so thin? I made a cotton robe for you two days ago and asked the maid to send it to you. Why don't you wear it?"

Yuchi sat silently beside the bedding, tucking the bedding for the woman.

The woman noticed Nan Baoyi and couldn't help but feel even happier: "Beichen, who is this girl? Why don't you recommend it to your aunt?"

Yuchi's voice was faint: "The visitor from the north, the man from Queen Shen."

Nan Baoyi gave a little blessing.

The woman was stunned.

When Nan Baoyi was pregnant, the joy on her face turned into embarrassment and said softly: "I thought she was you..."

She sorted out the collar for Yuchi and smiled and turned around: "I made a few pieces of clothing for you, and they all used good materials. You can take them back to wear them."

"It's not that there are maids, why should I work hard on my aunt?"

"It turns out that I am an embroiderer. In this life, I can only do some needlework." The woman gently sucked the hair on his temples, and then looked at Nan Baoyi with a smile, "Beichen is rare to see me. You two stay here at noon and have a meal with me, okay?"

Women are very ill.

Yuchi is not very willing to come to see her.

Nan Baoyi would occasionally come to accompany her and ask her how to make clothes and tiger-head shoes for the baby. The winter sun was warm under the west window. When a woman was in good spirits, she felt that the other person's side face looked a bit like Queen Shen.

The woman put small pearls on the tiger-head shoes, tied up a strand of broken hair, and said warmly: "Miss Nan always looks at me, but because I look like that queen?"

Nan Baoyi nodded: "Two-point image."

The woman put the little pearl into the thread: "It was thanks to these two kinds of blessings that I became the master's concubine. I heard that the wife came into the mansion because she looked like the queen. The wife passed away when she was young, and the master has not married for many years. Outsiders say it is because the master is unforgettable to me for the wife, but I know that the wife and I are just substitutes for the queen."

Nan Baoyi imitated her and picked a small pearl from the dressing box, but she couldn't wear it in the velvet thread.

She pinched the pearl and raised Danfeng's eyes curiously: "How did the Empress and Lord Yuchi meet?"

...

The old eaves are blue and black, and thin snow accumulates in the barren garden.

Occasionally, birds flew by, trying to peck at the strings of bright red Indian fruits in the snow.

Chen Jiang sat under the corridor.

After taking off her luxurious phoenix robe and crown, her clothes were graceful and dignified, but her eyebrows were too gorgeous, like a peony that could burn people's hearts.

She stared at the peach tree not far away.

The old peach tree has been around for hundreds of years, with thick and vigorous branches. It has bare branches in winter, and a layer of thin snow falls on the branches, which is heavy. The dark branches make a crisp sound and break in the snow.

The white snow scene blurred the vision.

Vaguely, the spring flowers that year appeared in front of her.

She met Zhaonu, who was good at playing the piano in Jiangnan, but she had a disagreement with him because of her marriage. She ran to the street alone to provoke men to make him jealous, but forgot that this place was not Chang'an.

She was unlucky and provoked the eldest son of the Yuchi family, Yuchi Qinghuan.

Because he was too handsome and was caught by the other party at a glance, he was taken away by him instead of being provoked. He was imprisoned in this remote garden. He even came to pay his respects to her every day.

Or in front of the window, or under the peach tree.

Those seventeen days and nights were the longest time she had spent in her life.

She remembered the messy skirt, the skirt was rolled high to her waist, and her bare back was pressed against the peach blossom tree trunk to celebrate. What was it like?
Chapter completed!