When Zhao Chan woke up, she found that it was already evening.

When Mrs. Lu on the side saw her wake up, she first went out happily to call someone, saying that the girl was awake. Then he returned to the house and said to Zhao Chan: "The girl is awake, but the old slave is in a hurry to die!" ”

Zhao Chan was so happy to see her, even more than when she woke up after she fell into a coma. Presumably, it was such an accident that ruined Lü Buwei's plan. Lü Buwei was angry with her. Thinking of this, Zhao Chan unconsciously softened her words: "Granny Lao has been taking care of her, and Zhao Chan is grateful." ”

"Girl, don't say that, this is what the old slave should be." Lu Pozi thought that Zhao Chan was a little unkind to her, but at this moment, seeing Zhao Chan's attitude was so good, she unconsciously nagged. But this nagging has told all the causes and consequences of Zhao Chan's injury.

It turns out that although the bed is higher than other homes, it is generally placed at the head of the bed, and the bed stool is narrow and high, which can just make up for the defects of the high bed. This is the habit of the southern patriots. And the reason why Zhao Chan fell was that the bed stool happened to disappear. Lu Pozi also said that she was still there last night when she was night.

In the end, Lu Pozi also sold a pass, saying that she asked Zhao Chan to guess why the bed stool was missing. But Zhao Chan's only smile and silence made Mrs. Lu lose the interest to continue nagging, and Mrs. Lu "obediently" said that it was Webster's doing.

And said that the Wei family is Lu Buwei's concubine, because he saw his master yesterday overnight, he picked up a graceful woman into the house, and heard the little guy in the house who went out with the master say, how famous Zhao Chan is, especially that dancing, jealous for a while, afraid that she would fall out of favor and lose her status, so she did such a dirty thing, which was to harm Zhao Chan's legs and feet, so that she could no longer dance. Fortunately, Zhao Chan only hit the bag on her forehead, bleeding a little, and there were some miserable bruises on her body, which did not hurt her muscles and bones. It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven, Lu Buwei actually suspected the whole story of this matter, found out, and drove Na Wei out of Lu Mansion.

After hearing this, Zhao Chan smiled bitterly. Who is jealous of whom, God knows how much she wants to stay in this Lu mansion, but this woman is so unsure of cherishing her opportunity, I really don't know whether it is sad or lamentable. However, thanks to her jealousy, otherwise she would not be able to use the excuse of being bedridden to recuperate and shirk the tomorrow's performance arranged by Lu Buwei for herself. Thinking of this, Zhao Chan couldn't help but snicker.

Lu Pozi looked at Zhao Chan's sometimes bitter and sometimes snickering little face, and was a little at a loss for a while, so she had to say, "The old slave went to see how the medicine was." ”

In this way, Zhao Chan stayed in the Lu Mansion to recuperate. Under the careful care of Mrs. Lu, Zhao Chan was basically fine after lying in bed for about half a month.

During this period, Lü Buwei came to see it several times. The first time, he used words to test her, whether he had already known that the bed's stool had been taken away, and deliberately fell down to make a delay.

Zhao Chan faced his suspicion, and while remaining silent, her heart was also painful like a knife, but the tears never took her eyes after all.

Looking at the pale woman in front of him, her eyes were red and swollen, and even the tip of her nose was pink, he couldn't bear it, and his beautiful thin lips moved, but he still didn't say anything. He still believed her, otherwise he wouldn't have been so angry after learning that Webster had injured her, which was a rare loss of control for him.

In the next few times, Lu Buwei's expression was very flat, and at most, he and she remained silent with a tacit understanding. Then after a stick of incense, Lü Buwei broke the silence with a sentence of "You cultivate well" and ended the short solitude between the two.

If life can go on like this, even if you only look at him from afar, it is excellent, Zhao Chan thought. But God always likes to joke with people, and when he is open, he has achieved a personal life.

On this day, Handan City, which had been ravaged by the cold wind for a long time, finally ushered in the first snow of the year in the evening. Feather-like white sprinkled from the dark clouds, through the loneliness of the night, calmly but with a little impatience to pounce on the embrace of the earth, only a few cups of tea time, for the original depressed scenery to change into silver clothes, showing a different style and elegance.

Lu Pozi added a few pieces of silver charcoal to the charcoal basin, and sighed a little: "This year's winter came too early, and this snow also fell early, but it was a little colder." This is going to be put on hold in previous years......"

Mrs. Lu chattered for a long time, and found that no one seemed to pay attention to her, and looked up at Zhao Chan in front of the window, she was distracted again.

Zhao Chan looked at the silver wrap outside the window, as if she was thinking about something, and she didn't seem to think about anything, just quietly in a daze.

Suddenly, a hint of interest flashed in her apricot eyes, and she suddenly turned around and strode out of the house.

Seeing that she was going out, Mrs. Lu, who didn't know why, hurriedly picked up the heavy fox fur placed on the hanger and chased after her.

"Girl, wear more and freeze carefully." As he spoke, he was going to put the fox fur on Zhao Chan's body.

"No need," Zhao Chan smiled back, the astringency in her eyes couldn't hide her beauty, but added a bit of beauty. "I'm not cold, mother-in-law."

Mrs. Lu was stunned for a moment and did not speak again. After getting along for so long, Mrs. Lu also knows that Zhao Chan is stubborn and sometimes a little indifferent, but she is not bad for the people around her.

Zhao Chan strolled to the courtyard, waved her red sleeves lightly, and instantly transformed into a touch of red blooming in this black and white world, as light as an elf who does not eat the grains of the world.

Although Lu Pozi didn't understand the elegance of the dance, she also appreciated the beauty of the dance, and forgot to blink, for fear that she would miss the beauty of the dance in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Chanwu's concentration, Lu Pozi looked carefully, but she didn't notice when the man appeared under the eaves. The man was sturdy, with a sword at his waist, his right hand clutching the hilt, but his brown eyes stared straight ahead: the woman in red was as light as the snow in the sky, and at this moment, she was so beautiful that the man even breathed very slowly, as if he was afraid that the sound would startle the red-clothed elf and scare away the red that was one with the earth.

Zhao Chan used the snow and dancing to express her inner grief unbridledly, as if she wanted to let go of the mediocrity of the world at that moment, and also let go of the lingering obsession in her heart.

The snow is still blowing, and the red dance is still graceful, and it seems that it will dance tirelessly to the earth.

The cry of "Mr. Wang" broke the beauty of heaven and earth. It turned out that the man's name was Wang Qian, who was originally a distinguished guest invited by Lu Buwei to the house, but when he saw this rare ethereal in the world, he forgot to return home, and he was so anxious that the little guy was looking for people everywhere.

"Sir, why are you here, let the little one find it." The little girl didn't seem to notice the beauty in front of him, and his face only swelled with excitement about finding his master. But he ignored the matter and the regret in the eyes of his master.

After Zhao Chan heard the sound of "Mr. Wang", she stopped moving.

Lu Pozi was surprised, why did two strangers suddenly appear behind the side? Anger immediately crept into her heart, and her tone was difficult: "Who are you and why are you here? ”

"Girl, under Wang Qian, I didn't mean to offend", but Wang Jian waved at Zhao Chan and said: "It's just that passing by here, I saw that the girl was dancing beautifully, and I couldn't bear to leave, which caused the ignorant child to disturb the girl's interest, and I ask the girl to forgive me."

Zhao Chan turned around and saw that the man's eyebrows in front of her were like knives, and his narrow phoenix eyes were full of apology. Seeing that he was tall and elegant, although Zhao Chan didn't know the major events in the world, he also guessed that he must be a distinguished guest in the house. So he saluted him back, lowered his eyebrows, and said, "The gentleman has no intention of offending, and the little woman does not dare to take her own and take her leave." With that, he turned and left.

"Wait!" Wang Jian saw that her eyes were red, and a trace of pity immediately surged in her heart, and when she saw that she wanted to leave, reluctance spread in her heart, and only after blurting out did she realize that there was something wrong with these words.

"What else is the matter, sir?" Zhao Chan turned around and blinked her pantothenic eyes.

"None... Not... Affair. Wang Jian was very embarrassed. He has been trained in the army since he was young and has been galloping on the battlefield for many years, but he is a little panicked at this moment.

"Farewell." After Zhao Chan finished speaking, she hurriedly left with Mrs. Lu.

Wang Jian watched the red disappear into the evening snow little by little, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. But I saw a few steps ahead, and on the road that the woman walked, a touch of red and the green next to it contrasted with each other.

Wang Jian walked over and carefully picked up the red. It is a handkerchief left by a talented woman, and the lower right side of the handkerchief is embroidered with a handsome font "Chan".