Chapter 922 Past Events
Thirteen vaguely recalled the year when she sewed winter clothes for him with her frostbitten hands.
Because of working all year round, her hands are covered with not only frostbite, but also calluses and hangnails.
What was he thinking at that time?
When I think about it carefully, it seems that he is not really interested in it.
If the concubines in front of him had not later mocked her for soiling other people's clothes, he would not have noticed it.
I was furious at the time, and I still remember that I later gave her my most treasured white jade cream to apply on her hands. But, later...
Later, he devoted himself to the court and indulged himself in his spare time. How could he have the time to look at her hands?
By the time he came to his senses after indulging himself, she had already died at the hands of those vicious women he had married.
She didn't touch anything he gave her, but only kept with her the red plum blossom he picked when they were starving that year.
He always recalled many little things from those years.
I remember when she ate a sour pear, she spit it out in disgust, but then she found out that she had picked it from the tree, so she swallowed it happily.
He remembered how she always liked to place a red plum blossom by his bed at night, the snacks she made, the winter clothes she made that weren't particularly pretty, but were incredibly warm. He also remembered the time she leaned over to ask when he'd be back, and how she finally passed away, the red plum blossom still tucked into her arms...
One by one, in the days and nights that followed, the memories kept replaying in his mind. He had thought that time would gradually fade them, but after living his life again, they became even clearer.
However, he never imagined that her hands were so slender and white.
And...there is not a single scar.
Is she...really his favorite?
Thirteen couldn't help but feel suspicious, especially when he saw the skin as white and tender as a peeled egg and the sweet and pretty face. There was really no way to connect such a face with the face of Hong Guo in his previous life.
Shanzha immediately withdrew his hand. He felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by the Thirteenth Master, so he bowed and quickly left.
Thirteen subconsciously followed a few steps.
"Hey, Thirteen, what are you thinking about? If you go any further, you'll bump into the charcoal stove." Master Jiu called out kindly.
Thirteen's heart was in turmoil, but he didn't show it on his face. Now, after hearing what Jiu Ye said, he came back to his senses and said with a smile, "Little Fourth Sister-in-law's food is so delicious, it's so delicious that I almost fainted."
As he spoke, he sat down next to the Tenth Master.
"Then hurry up and sit down to eat." Wenjiu said with a smile, and placed another portion of prepared dipping sauce in front of him.
"Yes. Thank you, Sister-in-law Si. I'm going to have a good meal today."
"Don't be polite, look at your tenth brother, his cheeks are stuffed full, and he doesn't even say a word when he eats meat."
Master Shi swallowed the meat in his mouth and let out a long sigh: "I'm exhausted, but I need to eat more to make up for it."
Jiu Ye smiled and shook his head: "Hurry up, the meat is ready."
After thanking Master Jiu, Thirteen picked it up and put it into his mouth.
It had been a long time since he had eaten a good meal at Xiao Sisao's house. The hot pot tasted good, but he had no appetite at this moment and couldn't help glancing towards Shanzha.
Then he smiled and said, "Little Fourth Sister-in-law, the mung bean cake you sent me two days ago was delicious, sweet with a hint of sourness, very different from the usual ones. It tasted great. Why didn't I see that snack today?"
"Hey, why did I come here so late at night? It turns out you are just greedy. Didn't you have enough snacks? So you chased me here specially?" Jiu Ye laughed immediately.
Thirteen nodded in agreement. "Why... Brother Nine exposed me like that? Actually, Sanbao gave me one, and I was just greedy, so I came here."
Jiu Ye smiled and nodded at Thirteen, then looked at Wen Jiu: "Little Fourth Sister-in-law, what new snacks have you made? Thirteen is so greedy. Otherwise, Little Fourth Sister-in-law, can you bring them up?"
"Yes, yes, Sister-in-law Si, we want to have a bite too." Master Shi nodded immediately.
The Fourth Master looked at Wen Jiu in confusion: "What kind of snacks?"
"It's mung bean cakes." Wen Jiu glanced at the nearby Hawthorn Bridge and said with a smile, "Mung bean cakes are our Shanzha's specialty. The girl made some a couple of days ago and sent them to the palace. Dabao and the others loved them. I thought you guys don't like beans, so I didn't leave any for yourself."
Shanzha, hurry up, these guys are really greedy, you might have to run a little."
"Ah, I am so lucky to have made this snack, and it has won the favor of you gentlemen. I will make more right away, and please wait for a moment, masters." As he said this, he ran out of the house with the whole thing in his hand.
"Slow down, no one is rushing you. Put on your cloak, it's cold outside." Wenjiu reminded him.
"Hey, I know."
Thirteen looked at Shanzha's back as he walked out the door, his fists subconsciously clenched, and he stood up suddenly.
"What are you doing, kid? You're so jumpy." The Tenth Master, who was sitting next to him, was so scared that his meatballs fell off.
Thirteen said with a somewhat ashamed smile on his face: "I'm really a little greedy. I'll go and see how Miss Hawthorn does it." After saying that, he followed her out.
Several people in the room looked at each other in confusion.
The Fourth Master picked up some shrimp and warmed the wine. "It's rare that the Thirteenth Master can be childish. I'm sure this snack has caught his fancy."
"Yes, it's really rare." Master Shi nodded while eating.
Wenjiu, however, noticed something unusual in his observations. He had the illusion that Thirteen was staring at Shanzha.
Thinking about it carefully, the two of them seemed to have nothing in common. She must have been overthinking it.
In the kitchen outside, Thirteen followed Shanzha to the door, but did not enter for a long time.
The lights in the kitchen were bright, perhaps because the stove had been burning all the time, and the door was now open.
Looking inside through the open door, you can see Shanzha's clear and fair face.
I couldn't help but think of Hongguo's face again. No one would think it was the same person, right?
Hongguo's conversation was not as clever as hers.
Hongguo didn't seem willing to talk.
Thirteen's fists were clenched until they were bloodless, but he asked in a dry voice, "Ah Jin, what on earth did such a pretty girl go through to become so disfigured?"
Ah Jin was stunned when he heard this: "Master, this... I can't imagine it either, but I guess you must have suffered some hardship that ordinary people can't express in words, right?"
"The suffering that ordinary people cannot express in words..."
Thirteen couldn't help but be stunned again, vaguely remembering that in his previous life, he had no memory of Fourth Sister-in-law at all.
Shanzha had been with Little Fourth Sister-in-law since she was little. If something happened to Little Fourth Sister-in-law, those monsters and demons in Fourth Brother's house would be very troublesome. How could she have a good life? In her previous life, she must have been through many twists and turns to come to her.
But when he saw her in front of Xiao Si's wife, his heart still tightened.
"Master, I have investigated carefully. Miss Shanzha's hometown is actually in Ningguta. It matches what you said. Do you think you should go and tell the Fourth Prince to ask for her help? The Fourth Prince has always been close to you. I think he will not refuse your favor."
Thirteen was stunned for a moment: "No rush."
If it really was her, he would never let her live a hard life again.
Suddenly realizing that he couldn't see your shadow in front of him, Thirteen pushed the door open and went in without realizing it.
"Ah!" Shanzha inside turned around and saw Thirteenth Master. He was immediately startled. He patted his chest and laughed, "Thirteenth Master, what brings you to this filthy place in the back kitchen? Are you getting impatient? Don't worry, these are all I have."
After that, he put some more effort into kneading the dough: "What a coincidence today, there is also bean filling. The dough is kneaded and put in the oven to bake. It will be very fast."
Thirteen was lost in thought as he watched. When he came to his senses, his hand was already on Shanzha's forehead, helping her to clear the messy hair on her forehead.
Shanzha was startled and immediately took a step back. The blood drained out of his face and he knelt on the ground with a thud: "Master Thirteen, spare me! I am guilty."
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