There is no sound of speech, and the small courtyard is extremely quiet and quiet in this late autumn season. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In fact, since the Mid-Autumn Festival, compared with the drastic changes in Xuanhua City, this small courtyard of Uncle He's house is like a harbor surrounded by heavy reefs, and it is relatively calm.

Since Han Qihai came back that time, he lifted Feng Eleven's loosening and set him free. This man who originally wanted to beat Han Qihai and leave immediately, this man who was still extremely stubborn and noisy, but inexplicably, he didn't do anything unusually.

Not only that, but he also honestly lived in Uncle He's house, and lived in the wing room where he was originally imprisoned.

But the honesty on the surface does not mean that this wind eleven is worry-free. Because he's so honest and extraordinary. Every day from morning to night, twelve hours a day, except for the convenience of getting rid of hands, never go out of the side room where he lives. Three meals of wine and food had to be delivered to his room by Ling Xue in person.

Although he was not free, he locked himself in this cage.

Because of this, at the beginning, Ling Xue was still worried, afraid that this Feng Ye would not be able to think about it, so she went to find a short view. It didn't take long for me to sneak over and check it out. Later, I saw that he was fine except for being in a daze, so I was somewhat relieved.

And so the days passed like clouds in the sky, day by day.

Soon, Han Qihai's set day of leaving Xuanhua was only two days away.

On this day, the clouds in the sky were very heavy, and the sunlight could not penetrate the heavy clouds and shine into the earth, and the heavens and the earth were gloomy.

Just after noon, everyone who stayed at Uncle He's house had just taken a nap when the door was knocked on from outside.

Ling Xue hurriedly ran to open the door, and immediately shouted when she saw someone coming, "Big brother." Looking back, he bowed again and said, "The third son is good!"

The people who suddenly arrived were none other than Han Qihai and his entourage Ling Feng and Li Chaoxiong.

I saw Han Qihai's brows furrowed, and as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he instructed Ling Xue: "Ling Xue, go get two pots of wine and send them to Feng Ye's room." ”

Although Ling Xue was a little curious, she didn't ask much, and agreed, and then turned to the kitchen to get the wine.

When Ling Xue took the wine and transferred to the middle courtyard, as soon as she stepped into the courtyard, she saw that her eldest brother and Li Chaoxiong were silently guarding the courtyard, and none of them entered the house to serve the third son.

Ling Xue wondered in her heart, and stepped forward to look at her eldest brother inquiringly.

Ling Feng just smiled inexplicably at her, and then the corners of his mouth turned to the left wing, signaling her to quickly bring the wine in.

At this moment, the left wing room looks very calm from the outside, so quiet that people can't help but have the illusion that there is no one in the house at all.

Ling Xue was stunned outside the door for a while, before she pulled back her thoughts from the illusion, took a deep breath, and raised her hand to gently knock on the door.

After the knock on the door, the strange atmosphere broke by itself, only to hear Han Qihai's deep voice from inside the house: "Come in." ”

Ling Xue pushed open the door and stepped in lightly, and at a glance, she saw that her third son was sitting upright at the table, and the expression on his face was like a bottomless pool, without a trace of fluctuation. And Feng Eleven, who was sitting opposite the third prince, shrugged his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was enduring something.

Seeing Ling Xue coming in, Han Qihai nodded slightly, signaling her to put down the wine jug and go out.

Ling Xue stepped forward and put down the wine jug, glanced at Feng Eleven, and asked, "Does the third prince still need tea?"

Han Qihai frowned, and replied, "No need, you can step down." ”

Seeing the displeasure in Han Qihai's eyes, Ling Xue was surprised, she didn't dare to make another move, she hurriedly bowed and bowed, and exited the house.

In the courtyard outside the house, Ling Feng and Li Chaoxiong were still standing leisurely in the corner of the courtyard. And Qu Qing, Liu Shuangli, and Qin Siyang, who were originally resting in their own rooms, also heard the movement at this time and came to the courtyard.

Ling Xue ignored the others, just walked up to her eldest brother in two steps and asked, "Big brother, what's going on?"

Seeing this, Ling Feng just shook his head with a wry smile, raised his eyes to look at the sky covered by heavy clouds, and didn't speak for a long time.

Seeing that Ling Feng had learned from his son's style, he was silent. Ling Xue was even more anxious in her heart, and asked in a loud voice: "Big brother, what are you pretending to be serious, saying, what's going on." Aren't we about to leave Xuanhua? Isn't there going to be anything bad going on?"

Seeing that Ling Xue was really anxious, Ling Feng smiled bitterly, waved his hand and replied: "Nothing happened in Xuanhua, but news came from the capital this morning, Your Highness has been given a cup of poisonous wine by the Holy Lord the day before yesterday and went." ”

"This-" The people who were shocked, not only Ling Xue, but Qu Qing and the two children also screamed at the same time, stunned in place.

There was no need to ask who this Highness was referring to, they all knew that this person they had just met not long ago.

The small courtyard was surprisingly quiet, and everyone lowered their heads and was silent. Qin Siyang hugged his body tightly with both hands and squatted down.

The sudden earth-shattering cry from the left wing broke the oppressive silence.

This cry is so poignant, so heartbreaking, anyone who listens to it can't help but be moved and sigh.

No one tried to persuade him to stop this crying, even Han Qihai, who was the most elegant and polite, just sat quietly in the room and was silent.

This weeping until all the clouds in the sky had dispersed, and the sun that had set on the western hill appeared again in the sky, and until the small courtyard of Uncle Ho's house, it was completely covered by the orange light.

It was completely dark, and there were only a few dim stars hanging from the dark blue sky.

Han Qihai and others settled Feng Shiyi, who had cried to death, before walking out of the east wing. At this time, the dinner had already been set up in the small courtyard, and everyone was already standing at the table, waiting for him alone.

When Han Qihai saw it, he smiled apologetically and beckoned everyone to sit down and eat.

After the meal, Han Qihai took a look at Feng Shiyi's room, and saw that Feng Shiyi was sleeping well and there was no big problem, so he was relieved. He also instructed Ling Xue to prepare some snacks and send them to the Wind Eleventh House, so that he could fill his stomach after he fell asleep.

He Bo also stepped forward at this time and asked Han Qihai, "Is the third prince here tonight?" ”

Han Qihai looked up at the sky, thinking about the boring entertainment in the General Soldier's Mansion, and replied, "Okay, let's spend it here tonight." ”

He Bojian said, hurriedly retreated to clean up the main house where he lived, so that he could vacate it for Han Qihai to live in. And himself, tonight, he can only squeeze Ling Feng and Li Chaoxiong.

The evening breeze is gentle, the dark red sky is over, and the new moon rises.

It would take a little time to clean up the house, and Han Qihai didn't bother with it, leaving it to the people to clean it up on their own. He only walked alone in the small courtyard, looking up at the bent eyebrow moon in the sky and slowly swimming to the middle of the sky.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and there is only a crescent moon in the sky.

A few wisps of white clouds floated under the crescent moon, like flowing water, carrying a bent boat.

Han Qihai leaned under the cloister, looking up at the dark red sky, already in a trance.

The sound of light footsteps, from far to near.

Han Qihai didn't seem to hear it at all, and he still stared up at the bend of the eyebrows in the sky.

When the sound of light footsteps approached his side, Han Qihai turned his head lower, looked at the little person standing in front of him, and smiled slightly.