She suddenly missed her heart, the happy times in the valley that she didn't know how long she took. If she could choose again, she would rather lose her memory forever and live like that. But now, she is accompanied only by boundless loneliness and loneliness, she thinks she is used to such loneliness, but in fact it seems that this is not the case. If she hadn't seen the sun, she could have accepted the darkness forever, and now she went back into the darkness only by a desire for indifferent hatred. What is called indifference, that is, there is nothing to worry about, fearless of life and death, and it is really pitiful to think about.

Tricky people and things are solved one by one, and the hatred will gradually dissipate one day, but Yin Suwen does not feel a trace of happiness and comfort after revenge now. At this time, what she wanted to do most was still to curl up in Xinche's arms or beside her, and listen to him quietly read a scripture, reciting anything, the smell of water and sandalwood always made her extremely reassured.

The night breeze was even cooler, and she seemed to be really drunk, and she was unconscious even when the cloak on her shoulders slid down her black hair. The strength of the wine on her head became more and more obvious, and her hand trembled unconsciously a few times, and she tried to pour another glass, only to find that the pot was empty.

"Pearls, wine, wine??????"

His tongue seemed to be knotted, and Yin Suwen's eyes were misty, his body was like ice and his throat was like fire. She clearly felt that every part of her body was like a rebellion, and she didn't listen to her own call, and she couldn't make a sound when she wanted to call people, except for the growing sleepiness and lingering loneliness.

In the only remaining bit of clarity, it was as if a voice was comforting me. "The bad guys have been driven away, sleep in peace." She shook it a few times, and finally tilted her head and pillowed her arms in front of the table, and the last glance in the hazy illusion seemed to see a pair of extremely familiar palms, with slender fingers and warm palms, and gently picked up the cloak on the ground and covered herself. She fell asleep, as if she were in the night of the cave with a heavy snow and bonfire, or intoxicated by the moonlit night of the valley where the wind was light and the cicadas were singing and the stars were shining. Such a sweet dream is so good, he accompanies him everywhere he goes.

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Miss Yin Jiasan was sick and suffered from a severe wind chill after drinking alone in the middle of the night when the wind was blowing. The Yin family, big and small, were all like frightened birds, and their hearts were hanging tightly, looking forward to it. Until the old housekeeper worked tirelessly to invite all kinds of famous doctors inside and outside the city to come for consultation. After more than a dozen doctors went in and out and decided that it was just an ordinary wind chill, everyone finally put their minds at ease.

Every time the newcomer is mentioned, people always have great curiosity and mixed emotions. On the one hand, they admired and praised this young lady's innocence and thunderous methods, and sighed that the Yin family could finally have a person who was truly in charge. However, in just half a night, she, a newcomer, dealt with the second room of the Yin family, which had been used to bullying. Even the royal power hidden behind it has been uprooted; On the other hand, they are all a little timid and afraid. I'm afraid that the tiger is coming to the wolf in this house. What if this third lady is a cruel master in his bones? Of course, there are still a few old people who will mumble a few times in their hearts, except for their temper and character. This third lady is very similar to the long-missing eldest lady of the Yin family. However, this kind of muttering is limited to individuals, and in today's situation, no one in the Yin Mansion dares to question anything.

Although Yin Suwen's illness is serious, it is not troublesome, it is just like he is very tired and wants to make up for all the days when he hasn't slept enough, and after the high fever subsides, he looks like he can't wake up. It was noon on the third day, and the old butler came to visit as usual, and when he saw that she still showed no sign of waking up from her sleep, he could not help but feel a little anxious. Nanzhu, who pulled the side, quietly asked about the situation, but it was still in an ordinary state where everything was normal, and he couldn't ask any clue for a while.

"Uncle Guan, don't be too anxious. The two of them in the night before were angry and tired, she felt uncomfortable and suffered a lot outside a few days ago, and now she has poured so much wine and suffered from the cold, it makes people feel distressed to watch. It's better to let her sleep enough in one go. ”

"That being said, but now is an eventful time, and things big and small in the house will inevitably have to bother the new master to preside over and guide them."

"You're such an old stubborn! Since Miss didn't move your position, and you were asked to participate in all major events, can't you help share more in these special days? ”

Nam Joo doesn't care if the world is going to be in chaos, she only cares if Yin Su asks if the individual can be comfortable and proper, and every day she is lightly guarded and does not allow anyone to approach or disturb. Seeing that the old housekeeper was coming to ask every day, he thought that he was not working hard enough, and he couldn't help but complain.

The old housekeeper knew that Nanzhu was a person who only recognized the master and was not reasonable, and even if he was wronged, he could only endure crying and laughing. He has managed the Yin Mansion for decades, and there is nothing that cannot be handled in daily affairs, but Yin Yuan's funeral is imminent, and Yin Su asks if he doesn't wake up again, and there is no master above the funeral, I am afraid that the skylight will be opened.

He and Nanzhu explained a few words and came back unceremoniously, and you argued a few words with me, and the tone of his voice was unconsciously higher. The two of them quarreled for a while, but they didn't come up with the best of both worlds, but woke up Yin Suwen, who was asleep.

Listening to Yin Suwen speak in a hoarse throat, the two of them suddenly reacted. Nanzhu glanced at the old housekeeper with extremely dissatisfied white eyes, went to bring water and a towel by himself, and waited for Yin Suwen to get up, but the old housekeeper sneered embarrassedly, but he didn't expect that his complaint about this day would really wake up Yin Suwen.

Yin Suwen didn't care much, knowing that his identity at this time was not allowed to rest and relax wantonly, so he just casually approved his coat and drank a few sips of water and got busy with business. First, after listening to the routine report of the old housekeeper after making a briefing on the important matters inside and outside the mansion in the past few days, and then focusing on the funeral and financial matters, he breathed a sigh of relief after a little rest.

"Although there has been chaos in the house for a while, there have been no major changes, as long as I am here, they will not dare to make a mistake at will. In addition to disposing of the minions who have problems after verification, I am still relieved that you are responsible for the rest of the things. The only thing that is not at ease is that at present, there is only the garrison where the government soldiers are left. ”

"Miss is worried that the military power that has fallen next to her will not be recovered?"

"Hey, since it is already someone else's thing, if you want to take it back, it is equivalent to fighting with the tiger and the beast, which is naturally not so easy. Although I am a daughter, I am also the master of the Yin Mansion, and I am also burdened with my father's will, even if it is difficult, I always have to try. (To be continued......)

PS: Nothing to worry about, fearless of life and death, it's pitiful to think about.