When I returned to Yan's Mansion, it was already the time of the war.

It was dark, and Linlang's face was flushed, as if she was drunk, and she was about to drip blood.

"Miss, Miss! Why did you come back! Qianyu and Mu Yu haven't come back so late, Yan Gongzi has already personally led people out to look for it, Miss, what's wrong with you, Miss? Why is it so hot? Yan Xiang looked left and right at the door of Yan's mansion, and when she saw Linlang coming back, she hurriedly ran forward and held her crumbling body.

The originally silent night was completely crushed by the anxious love.

The entire golden city was instantly immersed in shouts and crimson firelight, like countless fireflies, little by little, slowly moving under the dark night.

In the Wangxiang Pavilion in Xiqiu, the fragrance of white orchids is wafting through, accompanied by a slight snoring, and the light whisper opens sleepy eyes. I saw a young woman standing proudly in the moonlight, her sky blue twelve-pleated Suluo skirt fluttering in the wind, and her yellowish hair curled, like a twisted aurora, exuding an alluring luster.

She looked indifferently at the little sparks in the city, as if she knew that Qianyu had woken up, and said coldly: "Go back and tell your master, she can't support this child!" It's better to die early and go to Jizhou to find your own true feelings! ”

"Shallow words...... Mu Yu ...... Where are you? Yan Xiang supported Linlang and shuttled through the streets and alleys. Countless figures hurried past with torches, and it was obvious that Yan Yefeng had mobilized all the centaurs he could control.

"You, do you see my feathers?"

Linlang clutched her stomach and felt more and more unwell, not knowing how many times she asked, repeating the same action over and over again. "Do you see my feathers? Do you see it? ”

She regrets it very much now, if she hadn't handed over Yu'er to Qianyu at the beginning, she would have returned to Yanfu alone; If you don't have dinner at Granny Song's, you will covet that motherly warmth. Perhaps, such a thing will not happen.

It's a pity that it's too late!

"Ahem, ahem...... Yu'er, where are you? Come back soon! Ahem, ahem, mother misses you......" Tears burst out of the embankment, hanging on the corners of Linlang's pale face, reflecting the glittering flames in the distance.

She was extremely remorseful, why didn't she decisively let Qianyu take Mu Yu back when she was no longer worried in her heart?

"Miss, Miss, look, it's a shallow language back!" Yan Xiang hugged Linlang in her arms, suddenly raised her arm and pointed to the city gate, then wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and cried with joy: "It's really Qianyu, it's Qianyu who is back!" ”

Yan Xiang said as she spoke, her happy expression gradually stiffened. Because beside the shallow words, there is no shadow of Mu Yu. "Miss, Mu Yu didn't come back!"

As soon as Yan Xiang finished speaking, he was hit by a strong force and took two steps back. I saw Linlang running to Qianyu with her hair scattered, shaking her shoulders vigorously and scolding loudly: "Where is my Yu'er? Where's my feather? Where did you take my feathers? ”

The movement here naturally spread all over Jincheng, and after a while, Yan Yefeng took a few cronies and rode a brown sweaty BMW to Xicheng quickly.

As soon as he turned over and dismounted, he saw Linlang's red eyes and his arms raised, "Bang!" With a sound, the palm was placed on the cheek of the shallow whisper.

The loud slapping sound, with the pain of the palm, clearly reached Linlang's ears. She staggered back, her eyes stunned, shaking her head in disbelief at what Fang had just spoken.

"Miss, it's the slave who deserves to die, the slave deserves to die! The slave didn't take a good look at the little master! Slaves and maids should be damned! Qianyu lowered his head, endured the swelling and soreness of the left side of his face, and cried indistinctly and begged for mercy.

Yan Yefeng handed the reins in his hand to the little guy beside him, and before he could ask, he heard Linlang roar: "You are damned!" Du Jiu'er entrusted Mu Yu to me at the beginning, and he came with you. Your deed of sale is in my hands, and now you are suing me that my child is gone! Good! Good! Since this is the case, then you should go and sue Du Jiu'er and see if she gives you a chance to live! ”

Linlang knew that what he had just said was a bit excessive, but the depression in his heart had been suppressed for a long time, and after knowing that Mu Yu was taken away by a stranger, it was completely like a flood that burst the embankment, and it was out of control. Mu Yu is not her child, but he is better than her child. Because in Mu Yu's body, the blood of the Bai family flows, which is the only thought that Bai Shaoyan left her.

At the beginning, Du Jiuer insisted on going his own way, and under the huge pressure of Bai Shuyuan, he resolutely handed the child into Linlang's hands. The last bloodline of the Bai family was lost in her own hands, how did she explain to Du Jiu'er, how to explain to Bai Shaoyan!

"What the hell is going on? What about Mu Yu? Yan Yefeng hurriedly came behind Linlang and stretched out his big hand to support the crumbling delicate body. The snow-white hair was draped over his shoulders, and when he lowered his head, he just covered the pair of tightly narrowed brown vertical pupils.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the crescent moon was like a broken mirror, floating alone in the air, and there was not a single starlight around. A few bats occasionally flashed, wiping their flaming torches, and quickly hid in the eaves.

Feeling the tremor of Yan Yefeng's fingertips on his shoulder, Linlang was startled, he had just recovered from a serious illness, he shouldn't be running around like this, and the matter of looking for Mu Yu not only consumed his body, but also tortured people's minds even more.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! cough cough cough ......"

The weak body trembled violently in Yan Yefeng's arms, Linlang closed her eyes, leaned on her broad shoulders and vented her tears. After a long time, she raised her head, faced Yan Yefeng and said gently, "You go back first!" I know where Yu'er is! cough cough cough ......"

The soft hair brushed against Yan Yefeng's chin, with the fragrance of lavender, and the brown vertical pupils were instantly obsessed. He raised his hand, brushed the tears from the corners of Linlang's eyes, and pursed his lips without saying a word.

Coughing violently one after another, as if to drain Linlang's chest, mixed with retching, rolled over the river and the sea.

A trace of transparent mucus hung on the corner of Linlang's lips, and a little scarlet was mixed in it, like a distant flame in the night, ignored by Yan Yefeng's gentle gaze. He untied the inky snow feather cloak from his body, wrapped Linlang into his arms, and tied it carefully for her.

In early autumn, it was not so cold. But Yan Yefeng's body was extremely fragile and had to put the winter cloak on his body.

"It's windy at night, be careful of catching a cold!"

The wind outside the city was unstoppable, and swept across the land with impunity, blowing the treetops bent their heads, and the hats of the grass were pulled and fluttered in the endless night.

In the faint moonlight, the lonely figure walked along the official road. The delicate body was shrunk in the snow feather cloak, and the wide hem of the garment almost dragged to the ground.

"I was so stupid that I never doubted her! Raising tigers is more than this! cough cough cough ......"

"Gollum, Quack!"

In the reeds of Guandaogou, the strange cries of various birds and birds are constantly heard. When Linlang came to the teahouse, it was already four o'clock. The crescent moon in the west, hidden behind the pointed eaves, depicts the outline of the teahouse vividly.

Seeing this, Linlang's heart was shocked, it was ordinary to open a teahouse next to the official road. However, this place is less than ten miles away from Jincheng, and the officers and soldiers must be the first choice for the official post station in the city, and Granny Song can make a living here, obviously with ulterior motives.

The dim candlelight reflected on the window paper, and the swaying shadows were like countless imps dancing their teeth and claws. There was a light inside, and Granny Song obviously hadn't rested yet.

Linlang listened attentively, and she seemed to be the only one in the room, and there was no appearance of Yu'er. "Are you waiting for me?" I took a deep breath, and the refreshing night breeze took away all the heat in my body. After trying to calm himself down, Linlang stepped forward, gently pushed open the door and walked in.

The smell of rot mixed with the smoke of burning paper came to the face, and the moment the door was opened, a dark wind came from behind, penetrated through the crack in the door, and extinguished the only candle on the desk.

Linlang shivered involuntarily, although it was early autumn, no matter how cold the wind was, it was impossible to pass through the thick cloak, giving people a gloomy and cold feeling.

Unless......

Linlang was taken aback by her feelings! She squinted her eyes and tried to look at the desk in the doorway, trying to borrow the light from outside to see what was on it.

It's a pity that the crescent moon quietly descended the mountain, and the house was pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly. If Linlang's sense of smell is still there, he will definitely be able to smell the faint smell of blood on the desk.