The two of them in the room were entangled, and when they arrived in Hangzhou, it was already dark, and Helan Qiyou naturally ordered to wait one more night and get off the boat the next morning.

Qingxuan has read all the books and picture albums of Hangzhou Qiantang, all of which are compared to heaven, and the travelogue records Lingyin Temple, Liuhe Pagoda, Feilai Peak, Longjing, Hupao Spring, etc., she has been yearning for a long time, so when she arrived, although she was still annoyed by Helan Qiyou, she was in a good mood.

When she entered the mansion, the housekeeper and the servants respected her more than in Suzhou before, and the whole house staff came out to greet her.

Similarly, after entering the room, Helan Qiyou said that he would first go to the branch altar with Gongsun Yuqi, leaving Qingxuan and Zixuan in the room.

"Miss, I thought you should have arrived last night, my grandson and I arrived before it got dark last night. ”

Qingxuan's face turned red when she heard this, how dare she tell Zixuan that they were running errands all night?

"Well, I don't know, but the water route is different from the land route. The room has been taken care of?" Qing Xuan quickly changed the topic, afraid that Zixuan would ask what she was doing on the boat last night.

"Yes, this is the room where my uncle used to live. I heard that before we came, the slave maid also cleaned it carefully. Later, I also sorted out the eldest lady's things, and there should be no problem. ”

"Hmm..."Qing Xuan stood up and walked a few steps, wanted to look around, caught a glimpse of an old wooden box in the corner, and asked. "What's in there?"

"It's my uncle's old thing, but the slaves didn't dare to touch it. Does the eldest lady want me to tidy it up?"

Saying this, Qing Xuan was a little curious, and stepped forward to open the box.

Inside were some of his old clothes, which didn't fit well compared to his tall skeleton now. In addition, there is a bed of brocade quilt, which is embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks, a small Xun, and a sachet, exquisite embroidery, which is embroidered on the Helan Mansion next to Taihu Lake.

Qingxuan's hand holding the sachet trembled a little, and the box was full of old things from him and the woman.

"Miss...."

Qing Xuan looked at these old things, and couldn't help but think of Helan praying for his ex-fiancée. How important is she in his heart?

Although this woman has become a thing of the past, she also knows in her heart that because she is gone, staying in Helan Qiyou's heart has become eternal, and the person who remains by his side is within reach, and it is difficult to compare to the status of the deceased woman in his heart.

After thinking about it so much, she was surprised to realize that Helan Qiyou had entered a very important position in her heart, which made her a little trance-like.

They didn't know each other for long, she married him, and the days of friendship with him were even shorter. Why, then, because she lost her body, she also lost her heart?

"Put things in their place, don't let him see it. Her throat was a little dry, and her voice was particularly deep.

She wanted to hide the old things she had seen of him, just as she wanted to hide her feelings for him.

Before dinner, Helan Qiyou sent someone to spread the word, but he didn't come back for dinner, Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, which gave her a longer time to settle her thoughts.

took out the map of the Tang Dynasty that she had been carrying, and took out the booklet she had been collecting, it turned out that she drew a small map of the water and land route between Hailong Valley and Wuxi, and Helan Qiyou took her to every place she went, and carefully wrote down the footnotes.

While Helan had not yet returned, she then drew the route from Wuxi to Suzhou and Hangzhou one by one. She has been silently following the itinerary, and nothing has been left behind along the way.

When she was on the ship, she asked the helmsman and the navigator about shipping without a trace, and everyone knew that she was a young lady, and they all knew everything, and they said everything.

In addition, she had noticed that she could easily discern the direction in the sea, and the various movements on the ship, the changes in the wind and clouds on the rivers and seas, even if she was in the cabin, she could feel it.

"Miss... Miss... My uncle is back..."

Hearing Zixuan shouting at her a little too loudly, she hurriedly hid the booklet, leaving only the map of the Tang Dynasty given by Helan Qiyou and the scenery of Taihu Lake that she had painted at random before.

When Helan Qiyou came in, he paid special attention to her, and seemed to be a little suspicious of Zixuan's strange shouting just now. She deliberately lowered her head to paint, and she could also feel his burning gaze.

When Qing Xuan looked up, she found that there was a smile hidden on his lips, but her gaze was deliberately cold.