In the previous life, Han Muyun's family was buried in this heavy snow.
I wish Scarlett has the ability to predict the future and be able to save one more person.
In this life, she not only saved the lives of Han Muyun's family, but Han's father and mother also took part of the money they sent and threw it into the shop.
The Han family's business became more and more prosperous, and they even bought a brand new second-entry courtyard after the year, and the family moved into it from the original mud-walled house.
In this reply, Han Muyun had already changed her title and addressed her as Jieyu in a dignified manner. However, in the letter, he often mentioned the past of the two when they were young, and also hoped that Scarlett could return to the North if he had the opportunity one day.
There was nothing wrong with the content of the letter, but why did it sound so unpleasant to Yan Xiu's ears?
After Zhu Sijia finished reading the letter, she was already kneeling on the ground, and now she was lying on Yan Xiu's knees, looking up at him: "Why is Xuanzhi so unhappy?"
Yan Xiu didn't hide it at all: "My Cicada is beautiful, and I have a childhood sweetheart who has been with me for so many years. I am very jealous."
Zhu Sijia smiled: "Jealous?"
Yan Xiu: "Well, if possible, I would also like to be your childhood sweetheart."
This was what he said sincerely. When he met Zhu Sijia, she was already a tall and graceful beauty, and Yan Xiu was completely ignorant of everything in her past.
He wanted to know how many times the five-year-old Zhu Sijia had cried in the Northland; the ten-year-old Zhu Sijia was galloping down the street with some little brat in the Northland, like a fledgling with wings spread; and the fourteen-year-old Zhu Sijia was in the Northland. How sad would Zhu Sijia be when she knew she was going back to Xijing?
Zhu Sijia: "I am already yours, are you still worried that one day I will grow wings and run away?"
Yan Xiu pinched her nose: "Don't talk nonsense, I was actually thinking about something just now."
Zhu Sijia: "What's the matter?"
Yan Xiu: "During the Qingming outing, I took Cicada to Nanhua Mountain. Counting the time, Zhu Qing and Ren Qing should have arrived in the Zhou and Qi kingdoms by then. We stopped by Chunyang Temple to pray for them both."
I had never heard that Yan Xiu believed in Taoism, so it was unexpected that he chose Nanhua Mountain as the place for his outing.
As long as there is a chance to go out, not only to Nanhua Mountain, but also to Zhongnan Mountain, Zhu Sijia is willing to go out.
She stood up excitedly, kissed Yan Xiu hard on the cheek, made a "pop" sound, and said with a sweet smile: "Then I have to be well prepared."
If it weren't for the early hour, Yan Xiu would have started playing with her long ago. The beauty took the initiative to flirt with her, but he could only imitate Liu Xiahui, who was sitting still and calm, holding down Zhu Sijia's hands that were messing around on him, and said in a hoarse voice:
"If we talk about preparation, are you prepared for the wedding gift you prepared for your eldest sister?"
Zhu Sijia didn't react for a moment and looked at him blankly: "What Xuanzhi means is that I can also go back to Prince Yan's Mansion to see off my bride?"
Yan Xiu: "Well, she is your eldest sister after all. You married her first, and now it's her turn to get married. As a younger sister, you can't lose your etiquette."
It didn't matter whether he was polite or not, he just wanted to find an excuse at random so that Zhu Sijia could leave the palace openly.
Zhu Sijia: "Without further delay, I will go and make preparations now!"
After saying that, she ran away from his arms in a flash.
…
March 18th was the wedding day of Yan Xing and Zhu Siyi.
Zhu Siyi was asked to change clothes and freshen up before midnight, and sat in front of the makeup mirror for several hours.
She was used to being arrogant and indulgent, and she knew how to behave today, so when she saw Zhu Sijia personally carrying the gift into the house, the anger on her face turned into a smile:
"What kind of wind blew Zhu Jieyu into Prince Yan's mansion?"
Zhu Sijia ordered someone to put the gifts away, walked forward, stood behind Zhu Siyi, looked at her appearance in the mirror, and said calmly:
"My sister is having a great day. If I, the younger sister, don't come, won't it make my sister and mother feel sad?"
Zhu Siyi directly handed the wooden comb to her hand, and asked Zhu Sijia to do her hair alone.
When a woman in the Qin Dynasty got married, she would ask a married woman who was deeply in love with her husband to comb the bride's hair as a good omen.
There was already a nanny in the room who put on makeup and tied up her hair. Whoever she ordered should not be directed to Zhu Sijia.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Sijia was really generous and carefully combed her hair, which made Zhu Siyi very useful.
No matter how noble Zhu Sijia is now, in front of her, Zhu Sijia will always be a concubine who cannot hold her head high.
Zhu Siyi disliked the noise in the boudoir, so she sent the rest of the maids and wives out, leaving only Zhu Sijia alone.
She looked at herself in the bronze mirror with light makeup and heavy makeup, and did not forget to deliberately change the angle to look at Zhu Sijia in the mirror. After a long time, she smiled sarcastically:
"I have robbed you of your things for so many years. Why are you so calm when you see me getting married?"
"I guess you, this loser, must be thinking right now, you really wish the comb in your hand could be turned into a sharp weapon and you could wipe my neck directly, right?"
Zhu Sijia always had a slight smile on her face: "Sister, be careful, if you talk nonsense on a big day, you will be in trouble in the future."
Zhu Siyi was uncharacteristically not angry, but turned around and stared at her seriously, as if he wanted to have a heart-to-heart conversation with her:
"Congratulations Scarlett, I still win after all these years. I admit that except for my beauty, I am better than you in every aspect. Not long after you were born, I knew that the Yu family had snatched away my mother's husband. You took my father away."
"Later, I always thought that it would be fair if I wanted to snatch something back from you. So, I wanted to snatch Yuan Zhi away from you even if I had to bear the infamy. Now I have snatched it."
"I will be with him for the rest of my life, and we will work together to raise eyebrows. As for you, although you are Jieyu, there are so many women in the palace who want to fight for your cousin with you. I can see that your cousin treats you differently, but I would rather see how ugly you will cry the day he is taken away.”
Zhu Sijia covered her head directly: "The auspicious time has come. If sister still wants to compete with me in the boudoir, I'm afraid the wedding team from Prince Yi's Mansion will have to wait impatiently."
Across the hijab, Zhu Sijia suppressed a smile, with only deep hatred in her eyes. She blessed Zhu Siyi word by word:
"Then I wish Princess Yi that she will get her wish."
Yan Xing's various strange behaviors after regaining his memory made Zhu Sijia certain that Zhu Siyi was not the only one living in his heart.
Grandma Xi helped Zhu Siyi out of the room, and Zhu Sijia and the other female family members followed her to the door, preparing to see off the bride.
The sound of the wedding team beating gongs and drums came from the alley, and the servants of Prince Yan's Mansion also found the right time to light two long strings of firecrackers at the door.
A man walked out of the honor guard. He was tall and tall, and his hair was tied high. He looked like a gangster and a gentleman, but he was actually wearing white clothes on such a happy day!
The surroundings were suddenly so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Zhu Sijia didn't expect that Yan Xing would be so crazy.
Zhu Siyi's sight was obscured by her hijab. When she knew Yan Xing had arrived, she stretched out her hand to him and shyly said to him, "Yuanzhi."
Yan Xing handed a letter of divorce into her hand: "A letter of divorce, please take it well, Miss."
