Uncle Jinwu Zangyi

It's still New Year's Eve, in Heiyao Village.

"Uncle Yao, you're finally back, I thought you weren't coming back!" Xiao Ling grabbed Guan Yao's arm and entered the room.

The boiler in the room was heating up, Mrs. Li was cutting dough, and Song Yu was sitting on the side peeling peanuts.

"Why didn't you come back, you girl, I brought you new makeup." Guan Yao put the things in Xiao Ling's hands.

Xiao Ling immediately threw herself on Guan Yao, and said coquettishly, "Uncle Yao is the best."

"Hey, the west building is back, come and surround the fire, you are so cold." Mrs. Li hurried over to say hello.

Guan Yao said hello, and sat down opposite Song Yu to dry her hands.

"Where did the second brother come back from?" Song Yu put a basket of peanuts on the table.

Guan Yao rubbed her hands, "Fu Jing."

"Second brother didn't go to Chengbaidi City?" Song Yu said, not forgetting to peel the peanuts.

Guan Yao's hands warmed up a bit, and she peeled the peanuts together with the other party, "I went there last month, and then turned back."

"What does Chu Ming mean?" Song Yu couldn't help becoming slightly angry when he mentioned this name.

Guan Yao shook her head, "He didn't know, I went back to Fujing myself."

"What is it?" Song Yu asked.

Guan Yao tasted a peanut and said frivolously, "I saw Du Nujiao."

"Her?" Song Yu frowned, "What's going on?"

Guan Yao patted the crumbs in her hands, "Chu Ming made her a side concubine, and the fetus in her womb was also born."

"Yes, it's Chu Ming's flesh and blood?" Song Yu's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Guan Yao hesitated, "I haven't found out about this, it should be, but it has nothing to do with us."

"Yeah." Song Yu crushed the peanut shell in his hand, "He is so shameless, why should the second brother commit himself to him."

Guan Yao pretended to smile, and comforted the other party: "Whether to commit or not, Chu Ming and I are both you and me."

"Second brother, why should he favor him, he is such a kind-hearted person." Song Yu raised an angry eyebrow.

"Hey, after all, I am under the control of others, and I still have to live by him." Guan Yao grabbed a handful of peanuts, "It's just a day-to-day."

Song Yu couldn't say anything, so he changed the subject, "How about the southwest border?"

"There is nothing unusual, Liang Ling is still applying for transfer back to Fujing." Guan Yao said indifferently, "However, the court will not let him come back."

"The military power is divided into three. Now only the city guards are left in Fujing. The emperor does not allow General Liang to return to Beijing. Fujing is empty. What is the intention?" Song Yu was worried.

This is exactly what Guan Ruo’s troubles are:

"The northwestern frontier is split by King Jingyun and King Qi, and Liang Ling is in charge of the elite soldiers in the southwest. Marshal Liang Zhonggui is now being sent to the northern border of the barbarians. Fujing is empty. I am worried about this."

Song Yu thought, "This Chu Deng is not the emperor who is tired of doing it."

"In this world, the surname has always been Chu for a hundred years, and the decline of the people's power is our worry..." Guan Yao said helplessly.

In the middle of the south, the yin ridge shows the snow and the clouds.

There was goose feather heavy snow outside the house, Heiyao Village was located on the mountainside, it snowed every year, and the entire twelfth lunar month was silvery white.

Xiao Kan's seat was vacant at the New Year's Eve dinner, and the hearts of several people were also vacant.

But after a few people mentioned Xiao Kan a few words, they tacitly turned the page over.

In fact, no one is more worried about whether Xiao Kan has enough food and clothing in Xinjiang, and whether he is homesick.

This year's stockade is still the same as in previous years, and it doesn't feel much less lively because of Xiao Kan's absence.

After dinner, the village cleared the open space in front of the Dongzhai kitchen, lit a bonfire, and set up two sheep on the fire. Old Li ordered people to bring several large altars of wine. Keep the old traditions together.

"Is Ling'er on good terms with Shaoyou?" Guan Yao walked to Song Yu's side, looking at the crowd not far away and asked.

Song Yu smiled maturely, "I can't figure out what happened to their juniors."

"Chongjin, what you said, you are only so young." Guan Yao patted the other party's back.

Song Yu shook her head and turned back to him: "Second Brother is only this young, he should live happily."

"When did you see me unhappy?" After Guan Yao finished speaking, she smiled heartily, and walked towards the crowd with her arms around the other's shoulders, "Let's go, let's go for a drink too."

Song Yu didn't refuse this time, and followed Guan Yao to sit by the campfire, raising a bowl and drinking.

When the toasts were mixed, the fire seemed to be able to break through the sky, illuminating Song Yu's face.

In a blink of an eye, Guan Yao was helped away by Zhao Linjiang, and Song Yu lost interest, and went back after drinking some more wine on his own.

In such a young age, lights are bright everywhere, except in the sapphire case where there is no bright light.

Song Yu stood in the courtyard in a daze for a moment, everything was so ethereal that it made people feel chills behind.

He pushed open the door of Xiao Kan's wing, and without turning on the lights, he took off his coat and lay down directly on the bed.

This is something that Xiao Kan, who is far away in the frontier, does not know.

After Xiao Kan left, Song Yu never went back to her wing to sleep.

"Jingyun..." Song Yu whispered involuntarily, wrapped in the quilt.

Thinking about you is like a bright candle, burning your heart and holding tears.

If Song Yu's first 20 years before this were considered a bluff, then this short six months seems to be as far away as three autumns.

Song Yu often regretted, why did he hand over his Jingyun to the court and Fenghuo, what if his Jingyun was injured by a knife and gun?What if Fenghuo took away his nephew?

Every fantasy and assumption at night is Song Yu's punishment for herself.

Go early and return early, how many autumns is it?

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Inside the bamboo house.

"Uncle Yao, you drank too much." Zhao Linjiang helped the slightly drunk Guan Yao to the side of the couch, "Lie down."

"It's a little bit." Guan Yao squinted his eyes halfway, and said in a daze, "For, take off my shoes for me, I'm tired."

"Okay." This tone and attitude worked well for Zhao Linjiang, he squatted down flattered and took off his shoes.

Guan Yao threw off his outer robe and lay down directly.

"Why are you so tired?" Zhao Linjiang covered the other party with a quilt, and caressed the other party's face distressedly.

Guan Yao subconsciously turned her face away and murmured softly: "My back hurts, don't, don't come..."

"Back pain? Does your back hurt?" Zhao Linjiang asked urgently, "Uncle Yao, do you have a back pain?"

Guan Yao seemed to have fallen asleep, as if he hadn't heard Zhao Linjiang's voice.

"Uncle Yao, let me see, you follow along."

Zhao Linjiang had no choice but to turn the opponent over, and after removing the opponent's clothes, he was immediately shocked by the shocking scene.

On Guan Yao's white back, there were several red and purple scars, no matter how you looked at it, they were whipped.

In addition to the whiplash, there were many bite marks of different sizes on the shoulder blade, back, and side waist.

The corner of Zhao Linjiang's mouth twitched, the pain in his heart surpassed the anger.

He was beaten by Guan Yao back then and rolled down the stone ladder because it was righteousness.All the time, Guan Yao never lifted a finger.

But now, someone dared to treat the person on his heart like this, Zhao Linjiang was about to go crazy.