Most people in the world like to be magnanimous, secretly replace the orphans of martyrs, grow up in the name of martyrs, and attack the country of nurturing. Isnât this the ungrateful and ungrateful generation?
An Tingyin abruptly told Beitang Wuyu to be squeezed out from the crowd of people vying for the world.
Beitang Wuyu went through this experience, no longer had the energy to fight for the world, and became a drunkard, and was later designed to die.
Yan Qing is gray-haired, and the two brothers are still alive and have not separated. Sitting in the pavilion, making tea and chatting.
A young man ran over at the door.
âThird Master, there is an old woman outside the door who took a wooden sign and a portrait, saying it was for Lord Hou. When Lord Hou sees you, letâs talk about seeing or not seeing this old woman.â
The boy gave the things to Yan Qing, and Yan Ming also leaned over.
This wooden sign is very old, and the words on it are blurred.
âThis⦠This is the wooden sign I hung on the marriage tree back then.â
Yan Ming joked: âWhere did the third brother get the romantic debt?â
Yan Qingâs hands trembled slightly, and he opened the painting: âSecond brother, donât cancel me, I never get close to women, so why is there a romantic debt?â
Yan Ming whispered: âHey, itâs still you back then. This old woman is really a good painter. She actually painted my third brother so vividly.â
Yan Qing immediately said to the boy: âQuick, quickly invite that old woman in.â
Yan Ming was not very happy: âIf it is really that person, if you donât look for it earlier, if you donât look for it later, and want you to look for it when you are about to die alone, this person is not very good.â
Yan Qing looked around, and when the young man led the old woman in, his hopes disappeared.
The old lady who came was the old Bai Qingqing.
Bai Qingqing walked over tremblingly, and the servant had already moved the cushion.
Yan Qing asked anxiously: âIs this thing Madamâs?â
Bai Qingqing shook her head: âIt belongs to an old friend. I want to ask Lord Hou a word.â
Yan Qing stretched out his hand to signal: âMadam, please speak.â
Bai Qingqing: âDare to ask Lord Hou, why havenât you married a wife and taken concubines for so many years?â
Yan Ming looked at Bai Qingqing very displeased: âMy third brother has never met a girl he likes. Why do you ask this, old lady?â
Yan Qing glanced at Yan Ming: âAs the second brother said, I have never met someone I like, so why did I get married?â
Bai Qingqing plucked up her courage and said: âTodayâs matter, I am arbitrarily acting on my elder sisterâs opinion. I hope that my elder sister will not blame Lao Shen. I also ask Master Hou to stay away and tell a story to Master Hou.â
Yan Ming murmured in a low voice: âIs it necessary to hold back when telling a story?â
Yan Qing looked at Yan Ming: âSecond brother, if you donât have anything in your mouth, you can plug it with fruit.â
âOthers, go down.â
Yan Qingfang asked: âMay I ask who made this painting? Who is my wife and sister?â
Bai Qingqing: âThe painting is made by my elder sister Baitang, who passed away. I call her elder sister, and I am very tall.â
Yan Ming couldnât help but interjected: âIsnât the name Baitang the real name of Princess Ruyang from the previous dynasty?â
Bai Qingqing smiled: âYes, itâs my sisterâs name, and itâs also my old name. The story Iâm going to tell you next is really unimaginable, please donât interrupt me.â
Yan Qing nodded in agreement, then looked at Yan Ming, who covered his mouth with his hand.
Bai Qingqing said: âBaitang, the fifth daughter of Emperor Wen of the Great Wei Dynasty, was born to the maidservant next to the concubine Xian. The concubine is jealous by nature. After the maidservant gave birth to a daughter, she tried to put the maidservant into the cold palace. The maidservant must not be seriously injured. The imperial physician died after treating her, leaving only her daughter Baitang to live in the cold palace, but when Baitang was six years old, it snowed heavily and it was extremely cold.â