The fast travel is too late

Chapter 205 General Xu Baitou (10)

The winter in the Yongsheng Dynasty was always very cold. The wealthy families in the royal capital prepared charcoal fires for the whole winter early, so as not to survive the winter abruptly. The poor families did not have charcoal, so firewood would always be prepared.

Xin Wu returned home again, wrapped in a quilt and sitting on the bed, the silver charcoal burning in the house brought warmth to the room, but it was not enough for Xin Wu who had been outside in the cold all day.

"Why did the girl come back so early? I heard people say that the banquet hasn't even started yet, and Princess Changping hasn't arrived yet?" Nanny Li took out the ginger soup she had prepared early in the morning from the tray brought by the maid, "Good girl, Although you have never liked the taste of this ginger soup, but it is too cold today, you should drink a bowl to get rid of the cold."

Aunt Li is used to coaxing people. Due to her memory, Xin Wu can accept it very well. Of course, if Aunt Li can add some salt to the ginger soup, she may be able to accept it more easily. , something with flavor is better than something without flavor.

"I encountered some problems in the garden, so I couldn't stay any longer, so I had to come back first."

Xin Wu didn't say what was going on, and Nanny Li didn't continue to ask. She changed the subject and talked about Xin Yi.

"I met Steward Wang at the door, and I heard from him that the young master went out to visit friends today, and he hasn't come back yet!"

"Really?" Xin Wu casually handed the empty ginger soup bowl to Nanny Li, and her thoughts turned back to Yan Hui. At that time, she revealed that the reason why the person in Huanzhen Garden came up and started to do it was because of the bell. With the spices on the table, Yan Fen became sluggish, with gloom all over his body.

Xin Wu still remembered that the maid with a broken head in the courtyard said that the messenger was from the girl's courtyard, but she didn't know who the girl she was talking about was, and who was the one in the garden.She thought about these two questions, she didn't know, but Gu Xun should be clear about it.

Maybe she can use the question as an excuse to find out what Gu Xun wants.

Fulfilling a person's wishes and giving him what he wants most is easier said than done.

Human beings!

People who like the new and dislike the old the most, who are always on the go, may like this kind of thing at one moment, but will discard it like a shoe at the next moment. It is actually very difficult to give someone a wish fulfillment.

The winter snow had not yet melted, and it was even increasing. The banquet courtyard was empty, without any flowers, plants or trees.

In fact, when Yan Hui was young, there were many flowers and plants in her yard, and there was an osmanthus tree on the land next to the wall in the east. When the laurel flowers bloomed, the whole yard was full of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.Later, spring passed, and the flowers and plants in her yard were shoveled and chopped, and finally there were no weeds left.

Yan Hui was leaning halfway by the window, her arms were left with long red marks from the window lattice, her eyes looked blankly at the empty yard, the snow brought by the cold wind fell on her body through the window lattice, and she got wet after a while Her clothes, no one will come to persuade her to close the window, and the maids who serve her are hiding in their servant's room, and there is no one around her.

Aoba who had spoken to her a few days ago was transferred to another courtyard by the housekeeper, and she was replaced by a strange maid again.

This time, she did not ask the maid's name, nor did she speak to her again. After getting to know the person who was destined to leave, the parting she faced was particularly difficult to accept.Simply don't ask, don't look, and don't think about it.

Yan Hui still wore the same clothes she wore when she went out, and she never changed after getting soaked in the plum garden. The wound on her neck was re-bandaged with medicine by the medical staff, and now she doesn’t feel too much pain. She moved around She touched her arm pressed against the window sill, and wiped off the melted snow on her face with her wide sleeves. The sequelae of not having a good rest during this period also appeared. She looked listless and old for no reason. It's like how old you are.

Looking back at a place that was completely different from the courtyard in her memory, Yan Hui suddenly realized that she no longer remembered how her second brother treated her well.

She still remembered the appearance of her second brother, but when she thought of him, it was finally no longer guilt, but deep exhaustion instead.

After hearing about what happened in the plum garden, Mrs. Yan hurried to Yan Hui's yard. As soon as she entered the door, she saw a soaked Yan Hui leaning against the window. The little girl who had not yet had her haircut ceremony looked haggard, with a faint trace of... Out of death.

"Hui'er, how can you not take care of your body like this? What about the maids and nuns in the yard? That's how they take care of you!" Mrs. Yan rarely came to Yanhui's yard, and usually just stood outside for a while. She left after a while, and this was the first time she realized the fact that the servants in the banquet yard like to neglect their duties.

Yan Hui still looked at the open space outside the window, the wind and snow were getting heavier, winter was over half, and spring was coming, but she no longer liked spring.

"Mother, would you believe me if I said that my second brother is still alive?" Yan Hui's voice echoed in the air lightly, as if she had felt it.

Mrs. Yan frowned slightly, and persuaded softly: "Death cannot be brought back to life. If your second brother is really alive, he loves you so much, and he must be reluctant to let you be so sad. Hui'er, you should take it easy." " She didn't understand how someone who didn't like to mention Yan Xi would suddenly start talking about him. Could it be that when did she meet Yan Xi?

"He loves me so much, he definitely doesn't want me to be sad." Yan Hui repeated Mrs. Yan's words, tears flashed in his eyes.

In Mrs. Yan's view, this is also a very normal phenomenon. When the little girl thinks of loving her brother, she can't help herself for a while, it's nothing more than normal.

Yan Hui covered her face and did not show her ferocious face in front of Madam Yan and the others. She closed her eyes and saw the red corners of the eyes of the man in black. She lowered her head slightly, and the wound on her neck reminded her that she was in May There has been life and death in the garden, and the instigator of all this is the second brother who once treated her like jewels.

How can she believe it!

"Don't be sad. I'll let them fetch water. You should change your clothes. It's so wet. Be careful." Mrs. Yan walked up to Yan Hui, held her cold hand, and led her into the back room. , while turning her head to signal the maid who was following her to close the window.

The little girl obediently let others lead her away, her pale face suddenly came into contact with the heating in the room, and her cheeks flushed instantly.

Mrs. Yan said: "What happened to you in Meiyuan today? You actually hurt yourself."

Yan Hui lowered her head, not looking at the expression on Mrs. Yan's face. She couldn't understand the meaning of the many small movements on her face, and she couldn't tell whether she was focusing on the first half of the sentence asking about the situation, or just worrying about her. The second half of the sentence.

It is really not easy to overturn your own inherent knowledge.

In particular, inherent cognition has formed most of her image of the world.

"It's nothing, I just accidentally fell and scratched my neck while walking." Yan Hui said the excuse that was discussed in the plum garden, anyway, the medical worker who saw the injury came from the princess mansion, so he won't reveal it Secret, so she can say whatever she wants.

(End of this chapter)