A cold light crossed his eyes.

The carriage had been driven for miles, but the conversation between the two men seemed to be close to their ears.

The person who poured the wine was indeed Zhang Combing. But Brother Shang is not the Brother Shang she has looked forward to thousands of times.

Seeing that the young lady showed a sluggish and sad expression again, the choked breath in Feiping's heart immediately swallowed in his stomach. Sitting closer, Feiping began to reach out and gently pat Su Qianruo's back.

Every time the young lady showed this expression, she would have difficulty breathing and her face would turn purple.

"It's a heart disease again. Next time, the slave will never let you mess around again, you should be born in the house and raised. Feiping frowned heartbrokenly.

Heart disease...

yes, it was her heart disease, a heart disease that she had left behind since she woke up from that dream.

She still can't believe it, it was a dream.

The carriage was blocked five miles away from the south gate, and the cars in front of it were lined up in a long line, all waiting to be inspected.

Su Qianruo lifted the bead curtain and looked forward, the incense car canopy, among which there were many high-ranking officials and nobles, but there was no trace of noisy and noisy sounds.

The slowly moving team was immersed in a solemn atmosphere.

It was a hot day in July, and the scorching sun was still roasting overhead, but there was a chill in the air.

Until I saw the black iron tide in front of me, and the cold light of iron shimmered under the scorching sun.

The ink helmet and iron armor were red tassels, and the first person wore a heavy sword, and the jade belt around his waist was decorated with a piece of the boss's hook jade, making a crouching tiger.

He sat on a red warhorse, his body as straight as a sword, and his face was cold.

Yu Lin Wei!

No wonder the drivers to be inspected are so obedient, even the boy of the Wu Wang family shrank his head and didn't dare to blow up.

Is there something big going on in Chang'an?

Su Qianruo raised his cheeks and pondered.

With a vicious 'take', the coachman's screams woke her up.

"What's wrong?"

Su Qianruo was about to stretch out her head to look, but Feiping pressed her, opened the carriage door by herself, and saluted Yu Linwei, who was besieging the carriage: "General, we are the daughters of Mrs. Su's family. ”

Feiping's voice trembled a little.

That's Yu Linwei! You can run horses at will in Chang'an City, and Yu Linwei, who has the right to cut first and then play, who is not afraid?

Su Qianruo heard the young general outside shout in surprise to the leading general in front of the city gate, "It's Miss Su!" ”

This was followed by the sound of a rushing horse.

A condensed voice sounded in his ears like thunder, "Miss Su is okay?" ”

Su Qianruo had a delusion, these Yu Linwei seemed to be here for her? Seal the city for her, and send such a big battle for her?

Sure enough, after confirming her safety, the man said to a small soldier behind him: "Hurry up and go to the Taifu Mansion to report, and say that Miss Su has found it and is safe and sound." ”

Su Qianruo sat back on the cushion and lowered his eyes and was silent.

Yu Linwei opened the way, but it was more like escorting Su Qianruo back to Taifu's mansion.

All the housekeepers and girls were standing outside the Taifu Mansion, on the side of the ink press.

In the middle of the crowd, the most conspicuous was a thin old man sitting on a wooden chair with gray hair.

Su Qianruo was carried out of the carriage by Feiping, and the old man on the wooden chair was so excited that he almost dragged his disabled legs and pounced on him.

"Grandfather!" Su Qianruo's eyes were hot, and tears fell down in a hurry.

The only thing I was happy about waking up from that dream was that Mrs. Su was still there.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back, hurry back and wash up, it's such a hot day, it's sunburning, right?" When Mrs. Su saw her intact granddaughter, her eyes were full of doting.

Su Qianruo responded softly, then turned around and saluted the man who sent her back, and said thank you, and then entered the Taifu Mansion with Feiping.

Walking through the long verandah, turning the huge shadow wall with the four gentlemen depicted, Su Qianruo returned to his Lanzhi Courtyard.

Flying down the screen to prepare the medicine she was going to take, Su Qianruo leaned on the carved window to wipe her tears.

I'd rather never wake up from a long dream. But I've woken up after all. No matter how beautiful and good that dream is, it is an illusion after all.

It's just that Zhang Combing's appearance when he grows up is exactly the same as in his dream.

And this.

Su Qianruo closed his eyes and stared... Feiping is exchanging two water bowls for drying water in the east room, one bowl is celadon and the other bowl is clay pottery, and the one she just held in her left hand is a clay bowl.

In the flower hall, the man who sent her back was talking with her grandfather, who called him Song Xian, and he called his grandfather Jin Gong.

There are six people in the flower hall, grandfather, Song Xian, the girl who added tea, grandfather's old servant Zhongbo, and the other two are Song Xian's personal guards.

The familiar cough sounded, and the grandfather's voice stopped for a moment, as if he was covering his mouth with a silk handkerchief to dispel filth.

Zhongbo turned around, went out the door and turned left, choked up when he walked to the lotus pond by the verandah, and then buried something in the earth.

Song Xian drank a few sips of tea, chatted casually, then got up and said that he was going to leave, and his grandfather left him for lunch, he said that the defense could not be relaxed, and he had to go back to the palace to surrender to the saint.

Grandfather ordered the housekeeper Su Bai to send him out of the second door.

"Miss, I've taken my medicine."

The flying screen shook Su Qianruo. Will you be able to fall asleep after a while?

Su Qianruo slowly opened his eyes, and he stopped listening to the voices outside.

As long as she was willing to listen, she could hear movement within a radius of fifteen miles.

Before going to the autumn hunt, before she was scared out by a white tiger with a hanging forehead in the hunting ground, she did not have heart disease, nor did she have the ear power.

Pick the flow of the year to take care of Qianmo, that year in the depths of the Fuqu, as if passing through the flowers, but only to see the flowers falling, only the pain you give is still dancing alone...

This is not a sad song that lotus pickers should sing.

The lotus pickers sing love songs, which should be the fragrance of lotus flowers on the Furong River, and the light boat rippling to pick lotus. The water waves in the green leaves are deep, and the flower king is given to his sister, and his sister is hey...

As soon as this sad song was sung, her heart disease was suddenly triggered.

That night, after everyone in Taifu's mansion rested, Su Qianruo quietly stayed and put on her shoes, walking in the shade of flowers, and after a pillar of incense, she walked into the courtyard of Taifu Su.

There was a faint candle flame in the corner utility room.

Uncle Zhong picked up the fire letter that burst the core, and there was a moment of silence in the room.

Su Qianruo held her breath and shrank under the corner.

The sound of my grandfather's breathing, who should have slept in the main house, was in the utility room.

He covered his mouth and coughed violently, puffing and spitting out something. Su Qianruo clenched the silk handkerchief in his hand, and his heart was like a knife.

"It's not a solution, I can't hide it from Miss."

"How many days are left?"

"Three months."

A thin figure was projected on the paper window, and with the candle flame, the shadow also flickered, like a fallen leaf wrapped in the wind, revealing a bit of withered atmosphere.

"Inform the Zhang family and let them prepare for marriage."

"Sir, there is still hope. If Miss Sun meets the son of the Xie family..."

The thin figure swept down the candlestick lit on the table with a wave of his sleeve, and the room immediately fell into darkness, and he shouted loudly: "Hugh will mention it again!" I won't trade shallow happiness for my life. Even if the Xie family is really too vain and too vain, I will not involve shallow peace and joy in unnecessary right and wrong in order to survive. Ordinary is not necessarily a good thing! ”