I promise

Chapter 877 Yanyan
"Young master, this king is really like a tiger with two wings. If you can ascend to the supreme position and rule the north in the future, you will join hands with your son to share the world." Tuoba Qi said sincerely.

Jin Yanchen was not moved at all.

All through the ages, when the emperor is diving into the dragon, especially when a group of tiger and wolf brothers are fighting with him, he loves to confide his heart to his subordinates and promise his future.

At that time, the affection was sincere, and I am afraid that even I believed it.

But who would dare to ask for this promise after Long Yue?

Those who listened to it did not end well in the end.

In the past, Jin Yanchen might have smiled, even if he didn't take it seriously in his heart, he would always express some gratitude on his face, but today he is really not in the mood.

"Third Prince, please make plans early." He stood up and took the black cloak hanging on the wall, and said with a blank expression, "I will take my leave first."

Tuoba Qi and Jin Yanchen went out together, watching the stalwart and tall figure walking on the windy and snowy long street, his hair covered in sable fur and snow, he felt an indescribable loneliness.

"What date is it today?" He asked the followers behind him.

"Twenty-eight." The servant replied.

***
This section of the road out of the city was desolate, there were few people walking on a clear day, and there were not even a jackdaw pecking at it.

On the collapsed low wall of a dilapidated courtyard house, sat a little girl in her teens, with worn-out cotton clothes, blowing a clay xun with her cheeks, sometimes she could blow it, sometimes she couldn't.

Annoyed, the little girl took the xun in her hand and played it over and over again, muttering, "Is it broken?"

Hearing the sound of horseshoes stepping on the snow, he raised his head and his eyes straightened.

"Are you a fairy who came down from the sky?" She asked the man who was about to pass by.

Jin Yanchen turned his head and glanced at her.

The little girl grinned at him, her brows and eyes were plain, but she didn't want to have beautiful dimples.

"My xun can't play, can you help me check it?"

Jin Yanchen stood silently for a while, walked over, took the xun handed by the little girl, and sat on the adobe wall with her.

The little girl hurriedly raised her sleeves to wipe off the snow on the adobe bricks.

That Xun was indeed broken.

At that time, people had already blown the nine-hole xun, but this xun only had six holes, and two holes were damaged, one hole was covered with turpentine, so it was really difficult to blow it with the breath of a little girl.

He raised his hand and broke off a thin branch above his head, scraped off the dirt attached to the Tao Xun, and then took out his handkerchief to wipe it.

The little girl blinked her eyes and felt that this man was very elegant.

People here don't use handkerchiefs, and when things get dirty, wipe them with burlap.

The veil was really beautiful, soft and slippery, embroidered with a branch of white pear blossoms, and the fragrance of pear blossoms, which was cool and cool, made one suspect it was the smell of snow.

Then she saw the man raised his hand and blew the xun under his lips.

How can there be such a good-looking person—the hands are also beautiful, and the mouth is also beautiful. She has been playing with that xun for a long time, and the old and worn-out ones are also beautiful now.

The little girl was stunned for a while.

A normal six-hole xun can play seven notes, but now Jin Yanchen can barely play five notes with this broken pottery xun, and the other two are broken notes.

Without the ups and downs and transitions, the ancient tune seems to show its unique charm, simple and melancholy, blowing the wind and snow, and blowing out the sky and the earth.

The little girl doesn't understand music, but it makes her feel uncomfortable.

"What song is this? It's so nice." The little girl said, "It's just so uncomfortable to hear, I want to cry."

""Yan Yan"", Jin Yanchen said.

The Northern Kingdom was originally a nomadic people. It was only a few decades since Shengle moved its capital to Pingcheng, and it was infiltrated by the Central Plains culture.

The little girl asked excitedly, "Is it a swallow? Two swallows?"

He also said, "The swallows are back, and spring is here."

She pressed the hole on her toe and stuffed the straw back into the cotton wool, complaining, "Snowy days are so annoying."

"It's the swallow flying away." Jin Yanchen looked at the distant sky alone, this direction was facing south, but his eyes could not penetrate the thousands of miles of wind and snow, and saw the "swallow" dressed in red in the distant city of Luoyang.

"... will not come back, and... there will be no spring."

"Ah? Then do you care about the gods in winter?" The little girl quickly pushed him, "Then you go quickly."

She stopped suddenly.

She saw a tear in the eyes of the pretty fairy, and wondered if it was too cold to shed.

It's really strange, do gods cry with only one eye?
Thinking of this, the little girl rubbed her eyes vigorously, probably to see if she could do it.

But she really doesn't like to cry, so forget it.

"The swallows will come back." The little girl pointed to the clothesline stretched between the two elm trees ahead, and said earnestly, "I'm not kidding you! It's on that rope, come together in the morning, open the door and see the swallows, Spring is here."

Jin Yanchen didn't show the kindness of the strange little girl, but he didn't speak either.

"I really won't lie to you!" the little empress said in frustration.

"Yanyan, it's a poem." Jin Yanchen said, "It's about a story about an older brother sending his younger sister to marry."

"Isn't that a happy thing?" The little girl said, "My brother always says that I hate the devil, eats too much, and hopes that I will grow up and get married every day."

"When you marry someone, he will regret it."

"Do you regret it?"

For a long time, no one spoke.

The little girl followed the example of the grown-ups and remained silent, looking a little sad: she also had her troubles.

The snow just kept falling and falling, piled up on the shoulders of two people, one big and one small.

It seems that the sad and desolate Xun song can still be heard echoing:

Swallows are flying, but they are not as good as their feathers.

The son is home, sent to the wild.

Looking forward to Fuji, weeping like rain.

Swallows and swallows fly, and Jie's slams them.

The son returns home, farther than the general.

Looking forward, standing still and weeping.

Yanyan is flying, and its sound is up and down.

The son returns home and is sent far to the south.

Looking ahead, it is a labor of love for me.

……

It snows a lot this winter.The world is white, and the world is old.

***
The chariots and horses swayed into Hongli Lane, and Mu Dianke, who was sleeping soundly hugging the cushion, was woken up softly by Yu Yi.

"Ah, are you there yet?" She sat up, asked in a low voice, and subconsciously raised her sleeve to wipe the corner of her mouth.

He was drooling during his nap yesterday, and was laughed at by Chang Qianfo for a long time, and he insisted that he did it because he dreamed about him.She had some taboos because she was afraid of losing her manners in front of others.

"Hehe——" Yaozhen had already got out of the car door, and he glanced back and laughed, "Little aunt is drooling in her sleep."

Mu Dian wanted to cover her mouth before it was too late.

Sure enough, Mu Ziyan's face darkened.

Early in the morning, he went to Changjiabao to pick up Mu Dianke and returned home. When he saw his sister, whom he hadn't seen for a few days, he was shocked: the eyes were blue, which couldn't be covered by powder, and he raised his hands and raised his feet in a coquettish manner. ... At that time, I wanted to go crazy, so I held back.

After all, the girl married into someone else's family, so she can't manage everything.

This time, he ignored it and turned his head to give Chang Qianfo a hard look.

Chang Qianfo made him stare inexplicably, but when he realized it, he felt guilty and looked at his second uncle who was walking side by side with some anxiety.

The newlywed did not respond.

My heart is slightly relaxed.

If I have a chance, I would like to ask my second uncle alone, and ask him how he dealt with his sixteen uncles when he was in Miao Village in Xiangxi.

Wen Heng and Mu Yueting were not in a hurry to return to Yingchuan after attending the wedding banquet, they were also there.

Apart from Mu Zijian, there was nothing else to do. The brothers and sisters were all gathered together, and they all started their own families. It was the most lively gathering ever.

"I saw Jiang Song." Mu Ziyan said to Mu Dianke when there was no third person around, "and Jiang Yi, she married Xie Zier and said she wanted to see you very much, but she was afraid of disturbing you —I declined for you."

Both Jiang Song and Xie Zier were Jin Yanchen's young friends, and they were also familiar with her. When she was young, she called them Brother Jiang and Brother Xie.

That person has a kind heart and a sweet smile. "Sister Yi" is Jiang Song's younger sister. Every time the boys go out to play, Jiang Yi is taking care of her. She always has her favorite food in her pocket Chestnuts And Dessert.

"Hmm." She responded in a low voice.

Some people, hidden by the years, are only suitable to be kept in the heart.

Since Jiang Yi would hesitate, she must also feel that it is better not to see than to see.

"The twenty miles of red makeup was given by Jin Yanchen?" Mu Ziyan asked again.

Although there would be no one else except Jin Yanchen, he still wanted to make sure.

Mu Dianke nodded, "The list is in my hand. I've thought about it, and when the spring comes, I will use the money to build a school, build a kindergarten, and adopt orphans like him who have no home and no parents—— Qianfo leave me alone."

"Your things are up to you. But it's right to discuss with your brother-in-law." Mu Ziyan patted Mu Dianke's shoulder, "You married a good man, don't let him down."

Mu Dian was taken aback for a moment, and smiled, "I must tell Qian Buddha this, you don't know how afraid he is of you."

"Afraid that I would do something, he did something wrong?" Mu Ziyan snorted, and became arrogant again.

To be honest, Jin Yanchen did such a thing that even he felt heartbroken: the former fiancée was raised by her side as a daughter-in-law since she was a child, and the girl she raised for more than ten years was finally married off as a younger sister.

He asked himself that he couldn't do it.

But what surprised him even more was Chang Qianfo's openness in this matter.

There is no shortage of silver in Changjiabao, and Chang Qianfo accepted Jin Yanchen's dowry, so he would inevitably gain a reputation of being greedy for money, and was pointed out and ridiculed behind the scenes.

But he didn't care at all.

This is the decency shown by a winner in the face of a frustrated loser, and it is also the greatest respect and tolerance for Mu Dianke.

—— After all, he is the person she has depended on for many years, and he just wants to give her a gift that can express her heart on her wedding day.

Even if the love is cut off, two or two days away, we must always say goodbye for the last time!

(End of this chapter)