The third master picked up a fox husband

Liu Buyu glanced at him, and didn't want to force him to ask any more, so he turned and left.Yan Jingsheng heaved a sigh of relief, he closed his eyes and tightened the quilt with his fingers.

In the dead of night, it began to snow outside.

Yan Jingsheng and Yingying walked through the tunnel, and carried the baby fox to a small forest in Phoenix Mountain. After handing the little fox to Yingying, he took the shovel from the accompanying dark guard, and Yan Jingsheng shoveled it by himself. He dug a small hole in the ground, and the wind and snow were getting stronger. Even though someone was holding an umbrella for him, the snow still blew on his face and fell on his eyelash feathers. Little by little, he was baked into water droplets by the heat from his body temperature and then fell. .

After digging the small hole, he put down the exquisite mahogany box with his own hands, covered it with a blanket, and the gadgets that babies usually like to play with. Yan Jingsheng took a few deep breaths before taking over the little guy's already stiff body.

He lowered his eyes and stroked the baby's fur, it was so cold...

"Baby, Daddy hopes that your next life will be safe, happy and successful. I'm sorry, Daddy knows that you must be lonely by yourself, but Daddy still has a lot to do, and Daddy can't accompany you." Yan Jingsheng bowed his head and said softly, "You Be obedient."

A tear fell and disappeared into the fur. Yan Jingsheng put the little guy into the mahogany box, and when he closed the lid, his hands were trembling.

He gasped heavily, as if the small lid in his hand weighed a thousand catties.

When it was finally closed, Yan Jingsheng let out an imperceptible mournful cry from his throat.

Running out of strength, he stood watching as shovel after shovel after shovel of dirt covered him, eventually forming a small mound.

Yingying kowtowed a few times before getting up to support Yan Jingsheng, "My lord, it's snowing heavily, and you still have injuries. Let's wait until your bones recover before coming to accompany you, shall we?"

Yan Jingsheng sighed, and he looked at Xiao Tuqiu with deep eyes, "Yingying, I'm still waiting for him to grow up, and I'm still wondering whether he should be more like me or Xiaoliu..."

"My lord..." Yingying couldn't stop crying.

"In the end, it's still invisible."

……

After the snow, it cleared up at the beginning of the day, and the holiness of the red glow and golden light shone.Liu Buyu, who had a dream of a little fox crying all night, woke up, looked at the snow scene through the window for a long time with a cold face, and then got out of bed.

He slept in the wing room of Yan Jingsheng's courtyard, when he stepped out of the room, Yingying was instructing a few maidservants to sweep the snow, her first reaction when seeing him was to roll her eyes.

This is a little familiar feeling.He walked into Yan Jingsheng's room, who was sitting at the table and was carving a memorial tablet.

"This..." Has anyone passed away?Liu Buyu stayed where he was and didn't ask.

"Xiao Liu, why did you become a little awkward when you went back to your hometown, come and sit down." Yan Jingsheng smiled at him with a bloodless face.

"No." Liu Buyu came over and sat down, glanced at the words on the tablet, and there was only the word "baby", and his heart ached for no reason, "Baby, who is it?"

"Brother Yu." Yan Jingsheng looked as usual, blowing off the sawdust and stroking the memorial tablet, "That's my sister-in-law of the third king, whose baby name is Baobao."

"He passed away?"

"Yes." Yan Jingsheng pursed his lips, his throat was a little dry, and he took a sip of tea, "I was forced by Yan Nanhao to recruit Japanese, there were traitors in the army, and I was captured, and then..." I couldn't continue, Yan Jing Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Xiao Liu, put incense on the baby."

Liu Buyu knew that the two brothers Yan Jingsheng and Yan Jingci had a good relationship, and also knew that the other party would not joke about life and death, so he nodded in response.Yan Jingsheng let him carry the tablet into the ancestral hall and watched him offer incense.

Standing behind Liu Buyu, Yan Jingsheng's gaze became gentle and sad.

"Baby, he is your father, Brother Yu, I'm sorry, I used you to lie." He said in his heart.

……

In winter, it is rare to have good weather in Guanzhou in the northwest.The wind and snow stopped, the sun shone, and the snow disappeared. Everyone came out to bathe in the sun or do things that had been put on hold for a long time.

"My lord, there is a crack in the wall of the wing room in the backyard for some reason, and our Chun'an Palace should have been repaired a long time ago. The master came to see it and thought it would be better to demolish the row of wing rooms in the backyard." The housekeeper said to Yan Jingci explain.

Backyard wing...

"Which wall has a crack?" Yan Jingci asked.

"The one in the east corner, um, that's...the princess's room." Even mentioning the princess's butler felt uncomfortable. After all, the huge palace, including Yan Jingci himself, might not recognize Yu Da as the princess.

Yan Jingci's body froze, and he returned to normal after a while, "In this case, then according to your ideas, let's tear it down and rebuild it."

"Yes, the slave went to order the workers."

"Let's do it tomorrow." Yan Jingci said, "I still have to go and have a look."

"Yes."

After the butler withdrew, Yan Jingci sat for a long time before going to the wing.

This wing room is at the farthest east, next to the servant's room, and quite far from his courtyard, one is on the west and the other is on the east.

Yan Jingci walked for a long time before he arrived. He looked at the closed door of the room, and always felt that Yu Da would push the door out the next moment. Seeing him appearing here, he would be frightened, his eyes widened, and then he lowered his head Go and whisper to the prince.

Thinking of this, there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, and then the sun fell on the side of his face, and a chill rose before he realized that he had been gone for several months.

There was a flash of confusion in Yan Jingci's eyes, and his hands behind his back dropped, a little at a loss.

The person you thought you didn't care about, after you lose him, you will find that his voice, appearance and every move have already been engraved in your bones.

Yan Jingci looked at the sky before pushing the door open.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, a bed, a table, a cabinet, and a big box.

There was no dust in the room, and he often called someone to clean it.

The big box contains Yu Da's relics.

He sat at the table, thought for a while, and opened the box anyway.It was sent by Yu Da's comrades-in-arms. At that time, when the grassland tribes invaded, he never opened it to read it. After that... there was no later.

Apart from Yu Da's belongings, there were a few letters in the box. He hesitated at first, but after opening it, he found that it was a family letter he wrote to Yu Da. It was a few words, not enough caring, but more than polite.He always didn't want to get too close to Yu Da, thinking that would give Yu Da hope, and then make him irreparable.

But Yu Da, it seems that he has already recognized him and wants nothing from him.

The letter paper is well preserved, but you can still see the traces of frequent flipping.

Nothing more.

While his heart relaxed, he also became heavy. The reason for the relaxation was that he didn't see any objects that were so affectionate and heartfelt, and he was heavy because there was nothing.

The box was a little moldy, and the clothes smelled musty. In a blink of an eye, the weather was fine, so Yan Jingci planned to take it out to bask in the sun.

Then a letter hidden in the middle of the clothes fell out, and he paused, is it still coming?

I put down the clothes I was picking up and picked up the letter, but I only felt familiar, and the envelope was blank.After taking out the letter paper and opening it, the word "Suspension Letter" came into view.

It was his own handwriting.