The autumn nights are getting cooler, and there is a lot to look forward to, and the whole month of July passes slowly and long.

Murong Wei not only looked forward to the early arrival of September, but also cherished the flesh and blood relationship between her father and mother. Thinking of leaving the place where I grew up from now on, I felt a faint sentimentality in my heart.

Kang Nan's dowry is still in an endless stream, and Gu Chenxiao also made Lie Qin carry the word, he will arrive in Xixia in early August, accompany Murong Wei to spend this Mid-Autumn Festival in Xixia, and then welcome her back to the palace.

Murong Wei still learns to do needlework with Mama Luo every day, and now although she is not as good as Wen Wan, Chen Zhihua and others, she can also come up with a few decent embroideries.

When recognizing relatives, the new daughter-in-law will generally give her own hand-made embroidery to the family and mother-in-law to express her heart, and Mama Luo specially found two pairs of ruyi pattern shoes, so she taught Murong Wei to send a pair of hand-sewn shoes and socks for Emperor Kangnan and Concubine Jun.

After practicing hard for a long time, Murong Wei's needlework can now be dense. Seeing that the pale yellow ruyi lines she had embroidered were smooth, no longer as sluggish as before, Murong Wei showed a happy smile and took the index finger that had just been pricked by the embroidery needle in her mouth.

likes this person, is so uncomplaining about him, and loves his relatives even more.

Recalling Gu Chenxiao's golden smile, a burst of warmth slowly flowed through Murong Wei's heart, and the days she was looking forward to were such a quiet and tranquil time.

The white clouds in the sky floated, across thousands of rivers and mountains, and a cloud shadow and waves fell on Su Duhan, who had been standing under the tree for a long time, and turned into cold rain at some point.

Su Duhan was already soaking wet, but he still stubbornly did not move his steps. He wiped the rain from his face casually, but unexpectedly tasted a bitter salty taste on his lips.

That bit of bitterness is like ripples in the water, gradually floating in the whole heart. Su Duhan felt some cold pain in his heart, as if he couldn't breathe. He held the trunk of the tree in his hand, breathed heavily, and coughed lightly twice in depression.

Ugin held up a large umbrella with bamboo bones and oil paper splashed ink landscapes, and hurried in from outside. Seeing Su Duhan standing under the tree in a daze, he ran a few steps to cover his head with an umbrella, and said carefully: "The weather is getting colder, and it is windy today." The master's wind and cold are good, how can you get drenched in the rain here, or go to the house. ”

Su Duhan stood still, knocked off a dead leaf on the treetops, only sighed lightly, and asked secretly, "Have you ever asked you to inquire about it?"

Ugin's heart trembled, and the hand holding the umbrella trembled slightly, revealing his emotions. The rain slid down the eaves of the umbrella, and a few drops splashed on Su Duhan's white shirt, staining it.

"I really guessed it, didn't I?" Su Duhan squeezed out such a sentence from between his teeth, and he didn't know what else to be sad about when he fell to this point.

These days, the food in Jingtang Guanzhong is not as good as before, and the soldiers' big pot dishes and white rice have not yet been seen, but Su Duhan here has been reduced from two meats, two vegetables and one soup at the beginning to one meat and one vegetable today.

Su Guangfu likes to drink a cup of Huadiao at night, and when he returns from his broken arm, he will never see his wine cup on the case again.

Su Duhan was very thoughtful, and quietly went to look at the meals of Su Guangfu, Huang Jie and others, and was even more shocked to see that there was only a big pot of dishes eaten by the soldiers on their table.

He suspected that Guanzhong was unable to make ends meet, and vaguely mentioned it to Su Guangfu, but Su Guangfu was calm, saying that at this time of the year, there would be no reception, and Goryeo would send rice and grain after autumn, asking him not to be impatient.

The days of guarding the gold and silver mountains are already in the past, and now the gold bars in the Su family's old mansion have all been confiscated by the government, and the millennial religion's industry in Yunnan has been uprooted again.

Taking advantage of the rainy day to be neglected on duty, Su Duhan thought about it, and quietly asked Ugin to go to the granary and warehouse to check to see what kind of family background was still in the gate.

Ugin held an umbrella and helped Su Duhan to walk into the house, and when he saw that there was no one around, he whispered in his ear: "The slave quietly approached the granary according to the young master's instructions, and there is really not much rice and grain there." There are some boxes piled up in the storeroom, and the minions have opened a few and look at them, but they are all empty..."

Ugin's lips twitched one by one, and he was still saying something, and the voice seemed to be far away from Su Duhan, and his mind was buzzing when he heard it, and all thoughts were already gone.

"Well, I don't need to talk about it yet. I'm tired, help me go to the bed and lie down", Su Duhan commanded Ugin in a hoarse voice, casually pulled the quilt of snow-blue muslin on the bed and put it on his waist, and closed his eyes.

Ugin touched his forehead with his hand, it was hot for a while, and he was about to go to the military doctor in a panic, but Su Duhan pulled his sleeve: "Don't make a fuss, I'm just a little unhappy in my heart, you go cook a bowl of thick ginger soup, I'll sweat a little." ”

Looking at Su Duhan's handsome face in the past, which was now full of vicissitudes, Wu Jin's heart ached. He didn't dare to disobey his master's will, nor did he dare to open his mouth to show his choked sobs, so he only answered in a nasal voice, and then lifted the curtain and went out.

Su Duhan took the ginger soup and fell asleep, sleeping so darkly that he didn't even use dinner. The dream seemed to be intertwined with countless past events, and the picture was so fast that he couldn't grasp the traces.

Sometimes it was his father's majestic and tall figure, his loud and loving laughter, holding his little hand and flying a kite in the wild, and sometimes his mother's tearful tenderness, crying and begging him to let go and turn back.

There is also a past with Murong Wei's childhood sweetheart, his pea-green coat and her cherry-red cloak are contrasted in the snow, and he warms the freshly peeled chestnuts in her palm.

There is also a tall and cold dragon chair standing on the Jinluan Palace, the figure of his parents prostrate at the feet of Emperor Chongming, and Yuan Fei's blood that has been shed all over the place, gradually winding under his feet.

The oil lamp was dim, and Su Duhan woke up from the nightmare, tears gradually wetting the pillow towel. Not wanting to alarm Ugin, he quietly rolled over and sat up, listening to the intermittent sound of rain outside.

Since that trace of remorse has grown, it is like a long barren grass, overgrown with boundless wilderness, and it has become the most untouchable part of his heart, and once touched, it is a piercing pain.

At the end of the day, the night rain gradually thinned, and Su Duhan heard that Wujin was squirming up in the room outside, probably to prepare breakfast for him.

Su Duhan coughed lightly and called Ugin in. He got up in his clothes, sat on the bed with his back on his back, and pointed to his chair for Ugin to sit down and speak.

Sweating at night, Su Duhan's body is much lighter now, and his mind is very clear. He took out a purse from his bosom, handed it to Ugin, and said in a low voice: "There are still two thousand silver tickets here, you have the right to do it, I have something to tell you to do." ”