But this sentence "hug for a while" is not very credible, just because after hugging it so stupidly for a long time, he finally let go of his hand and went to wash, and as soon as he arrived at the bed, he firmly imprisoned Feng Jiwen in his arms. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Feng Jiwen couldn't help but think to herself, such a sticky husband, looking at the capital, I am afraid that she will never be able to find a second one.

But she loved it.

To be fortunate enough to stay with your beloved should be cherished in every possible way.

Even though it seems to others to be a little crooked, it is precisely because of this that the two are happy.

The two of them just hugged and talked.

The first to speak was Feng Jiwen, who told He Shen about today's conversation and plans with Banxia.

"Banxia really helped us too much. Feng Jiwen sighed: "I really don't know how to repay these kindnesses." ”

"Madame, don't worry, you can always pay it off. He Shen seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and seemed to be referring to something.

Feng Jiwen glanced up at him, saw his expression, couldn't help but smile, and then said: "I saw that today's Xizhai meant to accompany Banxia back, I didn't say it at the time, I just wanted to ask you what you mean first." ”

Since he wanted to accompany him, he let him go. He Shen said: "In this way, it can also better reflect our sincerity." ”

Finally, he said, "But it's good that you didn't directly respond to this matter today—"

"Why?"

If he really responded, Xi Zhai was afraid that he was packing up his things overnight, and he wouldn't even sleep. ”

Feng Jiwen was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing: "This is really true. ”

But even so, He Lin still didn't sleep well that night.

Although I wasn't busy packing my luggage, I just thought that I missed the opportunity to recommend myself because of my momentary stammer, so I tossed and turned all night.

Early the next morning, with a pair of slightly blue eyes, he came to look for Feng Jiwen.

But before he could say anything, he heard Feng Jiwen say: "I discussed with your eldest brother last night, and I think that to escort Banxia back to Jiangnan, it is safe to be accompanied by a trusted cronie. ”

"Willing, willing!" He Lin was still a little unable to react, but he still nodded subconsciously like pounding garlic.

The little fairy and the others on the side all couldn't help but laugh when they saw it.

He Lin listened to Feng Jiwen's instructions in such a stupid state.

When I got out of the glass pavilion and came back to my senses, I only felt grateful, and I hated to list my sister-in-law as the number one benefactor.

Early the next morning, Feng Jiwen handed over the written letter to He Lin along with the meeting gift prepared by the old man of the Luo family who had inquired from Banxia and according to the preferences of the old man of the Luo family.

After sending off He Lin Banxia, Feng Jiwen went to the prison of Dali Temple.

Feng Yinglian is still in that delirious appearance, but what makes Feng Jiwen not know whether to cry or laugh is that she is about to come diligently, and the old man now 'recognizes' her, and also remembers her name as Crescent Moon.

"Have you eaten well these two days?" she sat on the grass-covered floor, as usual, and talked to him, and brushed his braids.

"Okay, there's meat to eat. ”

Feng Jiwen couldn't help but smile.

Now that my grandfather is suffering from 'dementia hysteria', there is no need for daily interrogation, and there is no threat to those people, so he has suffered a lot less.

That's the only thing to be thankful about these days.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked again.

Feng Yinglian shook his head.

"Restless sleep?"

"Nightmares. He turned to look at Feng Jiwen, and said while gesturing with his hand: "I always dream that someone is chasing me with a knife-"

Feng Jiwen was stunned for a moment, and tried to ask, "What do those people look like?"

"The mask with the green face and fangs is terrifying. ”

Although Feng Jiwen was a little disappointed that she couldn't ask anything, she also knew that according to the old man's current mental state, if she could really provide her with some clues, I was afraid that it would be a strange thing.

So he just smiled and comforted him: "It's just a dream." ”

"But living here, I dream like this all my life. I asked the young man who delivered the meal if he could give me a room in a brighter room, but he didn't speak. Feng Yinglian asked, "Can you help me ask?"

Feng Jiwen was slightly stunned, and then looked at the old man in front of her, who looked like a child, and her nose couldn't help but sour.

"Wait a little longer, and I'll take you home soon." ”

……

After leaving Dali Temple, Feng Jiwen went to Jingyun Nunnery.

Since the accident in Yinglian Mansion, she has been to these two places most often, and she has gradually developed the habit of talking to the concubine if things make some progress.

It seems that only by doing this can I be more relaxed, and I feel that there is indeed progress.

After talking about the recent events, Feng Jiwen stayed in Jingyun Nunnery for lunch, and after the meal, she took a nap on the concubine's lap, and said homely words vaguely for a while.

The concubine asked Mama Yu to fetch some snacks that had been prepared and asked her to bring them.

Looking at the direction in which the carriage was leaving, Mama Yu said in a tone that she couldn't tell whether she was happy or worried: "Mrs. He seems to be more and more like her mother's home now. ”

After that, just when I felt that I had more mouths, and the concubine was about to glance at herself, she heard her say slowly: "Her grandmother left her in my care before she left, what is the difference between this and her mother's house." ”

Mama Yu choked when she heard this.

But, didn't you say that you even felt dirty when you beat this girl with a feather duster before......?

……

The carriage left Jingyunan and headed east along the uneven mountain road.

Just after Yanqi Lake, Feng Jiwen lifted the carriage curtain and looked out, only to see that the sunset was beautiful and the sky was full of light.

At this time, there seemed to be a woman's shout in my ears.

But because of the distance, the sound of the wheels of the carriage was close to my ears, and I could not hear it clearly.

Feng Jiwen didn't care at first.

It wasn't until the voice grew louder and louder, and it coincided with a figure in her sight rushing from a narrow and somewhat treacherous mountain path on the left, that she paid attention.

Looking at it like this, she couldn't tell the other party's face and age, but seeing that it seemed to be waving at their carriage, she asked Uncle Ji to stop the carriage in confusion.

The woman had indeed come for them, for she had trotted all the way, and by the time she reached the carriage, she was so tired that her face was flushed and she could not breathe.

Feng Jiwen looked at her through the carriage curtain.

Her eyes were very blurry because she had been looking at the glow for a long time, and the woman was standing in the backlight, so Feng Jiwen could only see that she was wearing an old brown thorn gown, and the bun on her head was faintly scattered.

She couldn't find a match for a while, until the woman opened her mouth a little gasping for words.