Forty-seven throwing fruit (9700 plus more)

  Zhang Yan looked up and saw a girl in a deep snow-colored brocade dress getting out of the carriage with her maid, her figure was slender and elegant, her eyebrows and eyes were relaxed and calm.

  "This girl is quite good-looking." Rui said with her chin in her hands.

  Zhang Yan was annoyed and pinched Ruyi's face, saying "Can't you stop judging people by their appearance?"

  Ruyi struggled free and shouted loudly, "Being tall and beautiful is not my fault, Ah Yan, don't be jealous of me."

  "Lü Gongzi," Chen Hu gazed at the young man three feet away, who was looking at him with a mixture of surprise and delight, his face slightly flushed, and solemnly bowed, "What a coincidence, running into you again."

  "Yes, what a coincidence." Liu Xuan was slightly dazed, unconsciously repeating her words. Chen Hu's face turned even redder, and she gave him a sideways glance, seemingly both annoyed and delighted. The soft sunlight cast a warm glow, the small red and blue flowers at their feet swayed gently, and the scent of green grass wafted between them. As she turned to walk past him, she stole a glance at him, but accidentally met his gaze, startling her into lowering her head. However, her heart felt both shy and delighted, and she unconsciously grasped the corner of her garment, her lips curling up slightly.

  "Little one is not talented," Liu's heart also started beating rapidly, he suppressed his thoughts and asked, "May I ask the young lady to reveal her name?"

  Chen Hu smiled and glanced at the beautiful girl chasing after a handsome boy on the riverbank, "Didn't Ah Yan tell you?"

  "A Yan?" Liu Ying was taken aback.

  They walked through countless affectionate men and women's laughter and blessings, feeling the gentle spring light of the Wei River, willow catkins floating down with the wind, covering their bodies. Chen Hu suddenly stopped under a willow branch, turned around, and smiled, "A Yan calls me Sister Hu."

  "Hua'er." He felt a sudden movement in his heart and grasped her hand.

  Willow branches swaying, the whole scene is filled with spring light. Don't waste this spring light. Chen Hu's hand trembled, but in the end didn't open it.

  "The weather is great today, I've been cooped up at home for too long, so I thought I'd come out and take a walk." Chen Hu said softly, as if explaining to herself, walking past the fruit stand, bending down and asking, "Auntie, how much does this papaya cost?"

  She bought a papaya, stood up straight and turned around, her face red as if she had applied the best rouge, but a pair of starry eyes sparkled brightly, very lovely, smiling and asking Liu Xiang "Will you accept this gift from me?"

  Liu Ying smiled brightly, revealing her snow-white teeth. "I couldn't find it," he said, taking the melon and untying the jade pendant from his waist, handing it to Chen Hu's hand, their skin touching, pursing his lips with a smile.

  "This scene, why does it look so familiar?" Yiyuan stopped running in the distance and asked doubtfully.

  "Throw me a calabash," Zhang Yan also stopped in her tracks, gazing at the direction, murmuring to herself.

  "Repaid with jade and jasper." Ruyi subconsciously replied.

  The two of them exchanged a glance and tacitly recited the second half of the poem together: "Disaster will be reported, forever taken as good."

  "Ah." Ruyi let out a satisfied sigh, as if she had gained something.

  However, being young, Yuanyang couldn't understand the subtleties of social interactions between men and women. He lost interest after watching for a while. His gaze wandered left and right, making Zheng Fu sweat nervously, before finally settling on a clump of bamboo by the riverbank.

  "Zheng Fu," Master said with a wave of his hand, "go and cut down that bamboo for me."

  Zheng Fu went with a worried and bitter face, Zhang Yan looked at him curiously and said, "What do you want to use that bamboo for?"

  "Ah," Ruyi said with a smile, "the other day my second brother gave me a bamboo horse, I liked it very much and thought of trying to weave one myself."

  "Who are you?" Zhang Yan wanted to avenge her previous impertinence and looked at him disdainfully, "Can you even get out of here?"

  "Don't underestimate others."

  However, it turns out that some people are born to be underestimated. He hadn't even struggled for a while before being cut by the bamboo leaves in his hand.

  "Alright, young master," Zheng Fu said, "if you want to do something, let me handle it. You just rest on the side and that's the greatest help for me."

  Zhang Yan laughed triumphantly with a loud "haha".

  She sat behind the bamboo, gazing at the loving couple she had brought together, feeling as if she had removed the tight golden hoop from Sun Wukong's head. For a moment, she felt the sky was clear and bright, birds were singing, flowers were fragrant, her heart was wide open, everything she thought of and saw made her happy. Which young man is not sentimental? Which maiden does not cherish love? Lovers will eventually become a married couple, it's the ending people love to see.

  Zhang Yan gradually shifted her thoughts from the young men and women with wandering eyes on the waterfront, and suddenly wondered in her heart, who is the person I value most?

  In their past lives, they were naturally Gu Er and Lu Yuan. In this life, they are naturally Ru Yuan. However, apart from these two people, there are still some others. For example, Liu Yan and Zhang Xiao.

  So, in her heart, which of these two people weighed more?

  Zhang Yan weighed the pros and cons in her mind, but couldn't figure out a reason. "De Er" drove his toy bamboo horse towards her, laughing and waving, "A Yan, do you want to ride too?"

  She suddenly came back to her senses, smiled and raised her head, "No need." Before she finished speaking, she felt a pain on her head, a green fruit hit her on the head, fell to the ground, and rolled several times.

  Stunned and amazed beyond words.

  "Uncle, you're bullying me."

  Someone's eyes were brimming with tears.

  "Sorry, Ah Yan."

  Someone apologized repeatedly.

  "Uncle, you actually used the pears I bought to hit me."

  Someone is gritting their teeth.

  "That's not it," someone said with great embarrassment. "I didn't get a good look, just a mistaken glance." Hu'er, don't sneak a smile."

  "Uncle actually hit me with a fruit," someone was deeply hurt, continuing to tear up, "What did I do wrong to you, just say it straight out, is it worth hitting me like this? And also, and also..."

  Someone was extremely indignant, "I bought it myself."

  Miss Zhang, have you got the point clear?

  "Haha," Chen Hu laughed with his hands holding his belly in the car, rubbing his eyes, "Sorry, I just can't help it."

  Liu Ying glared at her and then "humbly" asked for forgiveness, "Alright Ah Yan, what do you want your uncle to do to make amends?"

  "I want sugar-fried chestnuts, wind-dried chicken gizzards, osmanthus sugar, and soup buns..."

  Those last faint whispers eventually turned into a string of wind chimes, linking the most beautiful spring colors and bright moments of Zhang Yan's childhood. At that time, the spring breeze was warm, the Wei River thawed, the grass was fragrant, everything was so gentle and beautiful, Shu Shu was there, Yu Yi was there, Chen Hu was also there, sometimes Zhang Yan would naively think, if time could stay on that day, how good it would be.

  But time is ruthless and has turned over that page.

  So, in the tenth year of Han Dynasty, that year by the Wei River throwing fruit, became their last good times in youth.

  The horse carriage stopped in front of Da Chang Li's Qu Nihou Fu, Chen Hu got off the carriage and entered the mansion, with a smile still on his lips.

  "Where did you come from?" someone inside the door asked. A middle-aged man in his forties walked out of the mansion, with a refined face but slightly gloomy.

  "Dad." Chen Hu stopped in his tracks, his face a bit pale.

  "Where are you going today?" Chen Ping asked again.

  "I didn't," Chen Hu thought for a moment and smiled, "My daughter just saw that the weather was nice, so she went out for a walk."

  Chen Ping no longer looked at her and directly called out the little maid behind her, "Xiangqin, you tell me, where did Erniang go today?"

  "Servant girl, servant girl," Xiang Qian knelt on the ground, biting her lips until they turned white. She didn't want to betray Chen Hu, but under Chen Ping's accumulated intimidation, she didn't dare to tell a lie. For a moment, she was tongue-tied and couldn't say anything.

  "Dad, don't force Xiangqin," Chen Hu raised her eyebrows and said lightly, "Hu'er will say it herself."

  "What nonsense!" Chen Ping's face changed after hearing his daughter's words, and he scolded, "You are the daughter of a noble family, how can you be so casual and privately settle your life with someone?"

  "What's wrong with everyone's daughter?" Chen Hu grasped the jade pendant in her hand, gathering courage. "Daughter just wants to choose someone she likes, what's wrong with that?"

  "What's in your hand?" Chen Ping noticed, "Hand it over and let me see."

  "No," Chen Hu struggled desperately, but couldn't resist his father's strength, watching helplessly as his father placed the jade pendant in his palm and gazed at it for a long time.

  Chen Ping's eyes became profound.

  That was a jade pendant carved by Lan Tian Shou Yu, with a hollow circle in the middle, carved with a four-clawed golden dragon, with clear floating patterns, tied with black silk tassels. At that time, although dragons and phoenixes symbolized the imperial family, they were also auspicious symbols among the people, and had not been explicitly prohibited. However, the jade used by the imperial family was always slightly different from that of the common people.

  "Dad, return my jade pendant." Chen Hu knelt on the ground, her eyes closed in supplication, her eyebrows and eyes set in a stubborn expression.

  After a while, Chen Fangping said softly, "Alright, Hu'er, what are you doing?"

  "Can't even be a father and still want to rob you of your things?" He gently stroked the jade pendant in his hand, calm and composed, and placed it in Chen Hu's palm, smiling, "You've been out for a whole day, you must be tired, go back and rest first."

  Chen Ping's back had long since disappeared around the corner, and Chen Hu slowly came to her senses. "Xiangqin," she asked the maid beside her, "was I dreaming? Did Father really let me off that easily?"

  Tianyi Hall of Changle Palace

  Ru Yi took off her socks and changed into her nightclothes, got onto the bed, stared at the top of the canopy for a while, then suddenly asked her mother, "Mother, what does it feel like to like someone?"

  Qī Yì was taken aback, staring at him, "Who does Rúyì like?" A ten-year-old child, isn't it too early? Or should I arrange a maid to serve as a companion, but where can I find a beautiful and kind-hearted servant girl that meets Rúyì's picky standards?

  "No." Yu Yi waved his hand grandly, "It's just that today I saw the prince give away the jade pendant on his body..."

  "What's going on with your hand?" Qi Yi's sharp eyes caught a faint scar, and she asked in surprise.

  "Oh, that." Yi smiled carelessly, "I was scratched by a bamboo leaf, it's very shallow, Mother doesn't need to worry."

  "Mother, look," Qi Yi carefully grasped Ruyi's fingertips in front of her face and saw that it was indeed a very shallow mark. She let out a breath of relief and casually asked, "Was it the ninth daughter of the Lu family?"

  Lü Wei had grown up with Liu Ying since childhood, and both families were delighted to see the two get married. It was a perfect match, and the old woman in the pepper chamber would probably be happy for a while. She thought absent-mindedly, her son's wound still fresh on her lips.

  "Not really." Ruo Yi slowly felt sleepy, and after a yawn said, "It's an unfamiliar woman, but she doesn't look bad."

  Qī Yì stood there for a long time, dazed and stunned. Only after a while did she slowly let go of her son's hand, pull over the embroidered quilt with a pine and bamboo pattern to cover him well, get up and walk out of the bedroom, bursting into loud laughter.

  "Madam is so happy, what's she laughing at?" asked Pei Lan as she handed over a handkerchief.

  "I laughed at the old woman in the pepper house," Qi Yi wiped away her tears, but couldn't help smiling, "She spent all her thoughts on her son and the Lu family, but her own son wouldn't follow her wishes, and didn't walk the path she had laid out for him."

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