Song Yuan.

Qingjiang silently recited this name in his heart, and his hatred hurt.

If you ask her about her love and family in this life, it is him. If you ask her about her hatred and remorse in this life, or him, her full life is full of his shadow, and he is entangled endlessly.

"Miss?" Liu Wu called her softly, it had been more than half an hour since she came back from Jiang Yan Lou, she was like this, took a cup of cold tea, did not make a sound or move, only told her to tell Uncle Li to stand still, and never came back to her senses, she couldn't help but be a little worried, she had called Qingjiang many times but did not respond, she was even more worried.

"Mom." Liu Wu saw that her young lady's eyelashes trembled, and she came back to her senses and ran towards the bed, she breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Coke with great gratitude.

Coke woke up, the person was very confused, her face was pink and hot breath, she reached out to hug it, and she took Coke into her arms.

There was a lot of reluctance on her face, tangled and nervous, and she was holding it in her arms like a fragile thing, and she didn't dare to use all her strength and didn't want to let go.

"Mom, aren't you happy?" Cola rubbed her eyes and looked up to ask her.

She put down his hand to rub his eyes, looked carefully at a coke's eyes, did not answer, turned back to the catkins and said, "Bring his soup."

Cola drank the soup and fell asleep in a daze, she called the maid to guard it, and hurried out with the catkins.

Liu Wu held up an oil-paper umbrella and got into the carriage with her, she patted the water droplets on her clothes, looked at the willow catkins who wanted to speak, and said lightly: "If you want to ask something, ask." ”

"Are we going to find the guy who can get the yellow flower thin?"

"Yes." She was in the carriage, with one hand propping up her head, looking a little tired.

Liu Wu cautiously spoke: "Miss knows him?" ”

She didn't answer, just nodded, do you know? Maybe a little more than she knew, a little more, she thought that this person would never appear in her life again, but when his low and cold voice sounded, it was still enough to make her the strength she had accumulated over the years, and the shattered and vulnerable.

Outside the carriage, the rain was pouring down, there were no pedestrians on the road, and the night was deep, like a piece of blackened jade. A small servant came out to greet her at the door of Jiang Yan Building, waited for her with an umbrella, and sent her all the way to the second floor of the main building in the back attic.

There was a man she knew very well in the doorway, and she glanced at it indifferently, and blocked the words that the man wanted to call her in her throat.

He sighed and opened the door, and the catkins went in with her, but were stopped by a pair of hands.

"You can't go in."

Liu Wu glared at him coldly, and pretended to retort: "I want to follow my young lady, why don't you let me in." ”

He only said one sentence: "The princess speaks to my master, and there is no need for a third person to be present." After speaking, he grabbed the back collar of the catkins and dragged her out of the door, and then gently buckled it, and stood still at the door, and the action was done in one go.

Liu Fu was very angry, but he didn't dare to make any more moves, the man just carried her, spared no effort, and the master knew that she walked to the side of the corridor, looking for a pillar to lean on, still a little worried.

Qingjiang walked very slowly and carefully, and since he stepped into this room, it seemed that his breath had frozen. Even she didn't notice that catkins were no longer around.

There were many lights in the room, very bright, she stood in the middle of the room, she didn't see anyone, she stood quietly waiting for the man to come out, the room wafted a fragrance of magnolia flowers, and a trace of pine mellow coldness.

The wind blew through the hall, lifting the veil on one side, and a tall figure stood in the veil and slowly walked towards him.

"Qingjiang."

She shook slightly, and the hands that had been folded in her lower abdomen tightened involuntarily.

As far back as I can remember, the man kept calling her "little princess." But she rarely called her name, and the voice of "little princess," was tactful and affectionate, with helplessness, and always made her think.

She turned her head, her gaze sliding over the corners of his brow and lips, and finally stopped at her jaw, where she smiled and said, "Long time no see." ”

I added in my heart: "Long time no see, Song Yuan." ”

Song Yuan smiled, bypassed her and sat down at the table, poured two cups of hot tea, and motioned for her to sit.

She sat down, hugged the tea to warm her hands, lowered her head and did not speak, for a while, even the sound of drizzle outside the house could be heard.

After a while, she finally couldn't stand this quietness, and looked up to speak, but when she saw him looking at her, she was stunned for a moment, unconsciously showing a trace of disgust, and considered speaking.

"You should know the reason why I came, Song Yuan, I want Huanghua to be thin."

He refilled a cup of tea for her, the pattern on the cuffs was full of reserve and luxury, and after a while he spoke.

"Okay, here you go."

Just like once asked him what he wanted, he also agreed without pain or spoiling. He doesn't care about anything, including her.

She nodded, not knowing what to say for a moment. The atmosphere was deadlocked.

Song Yuan kept looking at her, from the forehead on her brow to the pointed embroidered shoes under her feet, where she couldn't see, her eyes flickered inexplicably.

……

Liu Wu and the others were drowsy, and the "squeak" in the empty corridor was very abrupt, she opened her eyes and rushed over in a few steps.

"Miss, are you alright?"

She handed the brocade box in her hand to the catkins, shook her head, and walked away without looking back, her back was persistent and elegant, like a budding orchid in the empty valley, the rain curtain behind her was dense, and the candle flame was swaying.

On the carriage, the catkins were holding the brocade box, a little hesitant.

She didn't speak all the way, until she returned to the courtyard, sat on the edge of Coke's bed, and brushed her hand on Coke's face, that she suddenly became conscious, and quickly withdrew her hand, pulled it back into her sleeve, and her fingertips gradually warmed up and became conscious.

The next day, when she opened her drowsy eyes, a hairy head lay beside the bed, a pair of glass beads stared at her, she touched Coke's head, and when she opened her mouth, she was all hoarse. She looked at the catkins, who nodded at her, and her tense body and mind relaxed.

"Mom, don't talk, Aunt Su said you have a cold and need to rest."

She was too heavy to exert her strength, and Cola shoved his hands back under the covers, her little face full of worry.

In the evening, she swallowed half a bowl of porridge, handed the Coke to Liu Wu, and sent someone to call the big shopkeeper Uncle Li.

She was drinking tea, and Uncle Li came over to greet her, and she beckoned him to sit.

"Uncle Li is fifty years old this year." She said.

The big shopkeeper's full name is Li Dehai, and he replied with a smile: "Two out of fifty." ”

She nodded and said sincerely: "Over the years, you have worked hard." ”

Li Dehai's ostensible shopkeeper is actually a cronie left to her by her mother, in the past five years, everything that should have been gone has changed, and everything that can be changed has changed, which is really helpless.

"Whatever the young lady says, all this is what the old slave should do."

She nodded, rubbing her hand gently on her temples, her voice soft.

"Haiji still has a lot of work for you to watch, and the shops all over the country are also on the right track, help me train a few more people, and if there is something, I will spread the word to the capital."

Uncle Li was surprised: "Miss is going back to the palace?" But is the emperor keeping an eye on it? ”

She rubbed her temples, very tired, and said lightly: "He can't care about me yet......"

"It's just that Song Yuan is here, I have to go."

His hand holding the tea shook, and he didn't care about the overflow of the tea, and said in shock: "He ......"

Uncle Li thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think of how to speak, and in the end, she opened the topic and said something about business, and he didn't ask any more, just walked out of the door and looked at the stars in the sky, and said, "Bad fate." ”

Author's note: The author came out in this chapter and slapped a soy sauce, oh ho ho, did you find it.