Qingshan Muxiao

Another year of Qingming Festival The drizzle in the sky is like broken spider silk, falling gently. On the streets paved with bluestones, pedestrians holding umbrellas hurried toward their homes. Various oil-paper umbrellas formed an independent landscape on the streets. The raindrops dripping from the ribs silently soaked the clothes of passers-by. In the middle of the street, the sound of horse hooves could be heard ticking, and a low-key and luxurious carriage passed through the street. The sound was lonely and monotonous in this empty street. Two handsome horses were driving the carriage towards the outside of the city. A slender hand opened the curtain in time, and a woman of thirteen or fourteen years old poked her head out to take a look at the drizzle outside, her brows full of worry. She turned her head and looked at the "man" who was sitting upright and couldn't help teasing: "Master is really thoughtful. No matter it's windy, rainy or busy with trivial matters, he will always find time to go to the mountain to visit his old friend on this day." "... Well, I've gotten used to it over the years, cough... Cough..." The "man" smiled softly, and couldn't help but cough again as soon as he finished speaking. His already pale face turned red instantly. He looked like he was only in his thirties or forties, but his temples were already gray. He looked like he had been suffering from illness for many years. Seeing this, the little girl quickly lowered the curtain and poured him a cup of herbal tea. Seeing that his face softened after drinking it, she couldn't help complaining: "Master, that person is so important and worthy of you. You are now the Prime Minister of the country, more than ten thousand people. And I heard that woman mentioned by others, she is just from Suzhou The daughter of a wealthy businessman... From ancient times to the present, businessmen, farmers, and merchants have been ranked last because businessmen value profits over separation, which is why people in the world are ashamed of it. And the master is not only upright and upright, but also fair and honest, and not afraid of the powerful. He is loved by the emperor today. How can you recognize this woman with your status? " Mu Xiao listened to her fighting for herself and didn't stop her. At her age, she had already lost the urge to argue with others when she was young. I just opened the curtain alone and looked at the cold street outside, and I didn't know what I thought of. The breeze blew by, ruffling her gray hair on her temples. After a while, she looked out the window and murmured to herself: "That's because you don't know what I looked like when I first met her. It was worse than when I rescued you from the traffickers..." Thinking of their first meeting... Mu Xiao smiled bitterly and sighed, looking at the green mountains as they were. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary... ——Now that twenty years have passed, when recalling the past, everything the two of them experienced is still vivid in their minds. ——Mu Xiao never thought that he had known her for only a few years, but he had missed her for half his life. "I've never heard of you, Master. It sounds like this old friend is very important to Master. Who is she? How come I rarely hear about her?" "She is from Suzhou. Her name is Tang and her courtesy name is Wanyan. She... Is my savior, a woman full of legend..." A shady, aloof, very narrow-minded person, and a persistent, stubborn, self-esteem person. Intention: Spring comes and flowers bloom