Cheng Jia was woken up by a gust of cold rain.

After waking up, he was a little confused for a while.

He clearly remembered that he was still outside the courtyard wall of his Qiu Xiju a moment ago, and was about to climb over the wall to go in to explore his cousin Jun, who expected that there was a sharp pain in the back of his neck.

And when he opened his eyes again, he was back in the pine forest outside the Mid-Mountain Pavilion.

Cheng Jia sat up, stretched out a hand full of mud, and held his still dizzy head and thought about it for a long time, but he didn't understand what was going on.

However, when he lowered his eyes and saw the clothes on his body, he almost screamed on the spot.

He's actually, he's untidy?!

The big shirt that was originally draped on his body was gone, Cheng Jia was only wearing an emerald blue gown, and the corner of the robe had been lifted high to the waist, and even the sweat towel tied to the waist was gone, and the pants hung loosely at the navel, and he could fall off if he moved a little bigger.

This discovery almost didn't make Cheng Jia faint.

Since coming to Jinling, Cheng Jia admired the prosperity of Jinling and the romance of the capital, so he walked through the area of Wazi Lane in the south building several times and had an in-depth understanding of the charm of this place.

Among them, the most surprising thing for him was the small pavilion.

Several of Cheng Jia's friends once said that the small restaurant was full of handsome and merry teenagers, the most gentle and considerate, and the most attentive. There are also nobles in the capital who are also very particular about these, and the little guys in and out are all handsome and elegant, and they are also servants. There are also some handsome children of poor families, in order to seek a background. There are also those who secretly associate with noble sons.

Hearing these words, Cheng Jia felt a little self-conscious at that time.

With his handsome appearance, he is really afraid that he will be favored by a noble son, and if an overlord makes a bow, then he will be ruined.

He Cheng Jia only loves pretty women, and he has no interest in men at all.

However, is this the so-called fear of something?

Cheng Jia looked at the messy clothes on his body, and he wanted to cry without tears for a while, and he didn't care about the heavy rain wetting his whole body, so he only gritted his teeth and opened his shirt to look at his body.

OK. The body is still clean. There is no mark. He secretly sensed an important part of his body again, and there was no sharp pain, and there was nothing unusual.

Cheng Jia exhaled, put on his clothes and stood up. Only then did I realize that I was soaking wet. I was drenched in the cold rain.

He glanced over him. For a while, I felt extremely annoyed and pity.

He had just changed into a new emerald blue gown, which had been so drenched in the rain that he could no longer wear it.

This is the material that Cheng Jia asked his cousin Zheng for so easily. It's the new clothes that Cousin Nake personally asked the people in the needlework room to make, and I wanted to wear them to Cousin Jun in a romantic manner. Who would have thought that this new dress had not yet come out of the pine forest, so it was soaked in the soup.

Cheng Jia was extremely annoyed in his heart, and he felt extremely suspicious. Unexpectedly, at this time, a gust of rain came with the wind, and he couldn't help but sneeze a few times in the wind, and for a while he was sobbing and flowing.

At this moment, he still has the appearance of a suave and pretty son, as if he is a chicken in soup.

When he knocked on the courtyard door of the Banshan Pavilion, the maid who answered the door almost didn't recognize Cheng Jialai, and saw that he was disheveled, the clothes on his body were hanging loosely on his body, and the wet hair was even more sticky and his face was sticky, and he looked very unpresentable.

The maid didn't dare to ask more, took Cheng Jia into the courtyard, and went to boil hot water to prepare fragrant soup for Cheng Jia to bathe.

said that at this time, Liu Yun and Meng Yuan had just gotten into the carriage.

The rain was falling heavily, and the sound of rapid rain lapping on the roof of the car was lonely and lonely.

Liu Yun took off his thin needles and hat, glanced at the slightly wet corner of Meng Yuan's robe, and a look of unnamed flashed in his eyes.

Meng Yuan dusted off his clothes with a calm demeanor and asked, "The princess's gift has been brought?" ”

Liu Yun's face showed a doting smile, and said: "Fu'an has a good heart when he was a child, and specially asked me to send things over, saying that it was hard work for Miss Fu to fight for her." ”

Meng Yuan's eyes flashed slightly when he heard this, and he was silent.

Liu Yun said outward: "Lao Zhao, let's go." ”

Zhao Shujiang answered, and the carriage slowly got up. Liu Yun leaned his back against the wall panel, looked at the silver candlestick on the small table in the car, and was silent.

Meng Yuan said in a deep voice: "What is the movement of the Khan Mission? ”

Liu Yun smiled lightly: "What else? Losing is losing, and Xiao Hongzhu has been lying in bed all day for the past two days, and she seems to be extremely injured. ”

Meng Yuan snorted coldly and said, "Pretentious." ”

Liu Yun smiled: "You can also see it? ”

Meng Yuan frowned and said, "She already has some foundation, Fu Si...... No matter how hard the girl tried, she could only be slightly injured. There was no way she could be beaten up and out of bed. ”

Liu Yun said lightly: "If she is not seriously injured, how can she go back to face the Emperor Khan?" ”

Meng Yuan said in a deep voice: "The more serious the injury, the lighter the punishment." ”

Liu Yun couldn't help laughing and said, "Yes." This pearl princess is not stupid. ”

Meng Yuan was silent, and Liu Yun said again: "You have made great contributions on the battlefield this time, and you have the grace of your ancestors, this reward will not be small, and Grandpa Guo must be very happy." ”

"So what?" Meng Yuan's face was covered with a layer of coldness, "I earn my own fame, and it has nothing to do with him." ”

Liu Yun looked at him, shook his head helplessly, and said, "That's it, you have been like this since you were a child, and I won't talk about you anymore." ”

The carriage was quiet for a while, only to hear the hunting north wind bring winter rain and knock on the roof of the car.

Meng Yuan was silent for a while, and then said, "The few things that were stolen from the forbidden palace, can you find clues?" ”

Liu Yun's face was stunned when he heard this, and he shook his head and said, "The stone sinks into the sea." ”

Meng Yuan's expression also became solemn, and the silence in the carriage returned.

The carriage slowly passed down Suzaku Street and headed for the Imperial Palace. Meng Yuan got out of the car halfway, rode from Suzaku Street to Xuanwu Street, and came to a quiet house.

The courtyard was already bleak at this time, with withered plants and trees, and the eaves of the corridor were silent. However, just looking at the structure of the yard, you can know that in spring, Yijing here is sparse with flowers and trees, and the scenery is pleasant.

However, there was a high bulge on the side of the courtyard wall, but it was covered with tarpaulin bricks and stones, and a long ladder was lying on the side of the wall, which seemed to indicate that this place was still under repair and had not yet been completed.

The old servant guarding the door opened the door for Meng Yuan, and then closed the door tightly and closed the door. And Meng Yuan walked along the hand-copying verandah to the backyard.

Nothing has changed.

Everything in this courtyard is the same as when he left.

Meng Yuan stretched out his hand and stroked the window carved with magpies and plums, and his eyes were slightly wet.

At that time, he had already begun to have a little strength, and he was full of thought that he would be able to bring his mother here, leave the gorgeous Guogong Mansion, and live a good life for mother and son.

However, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to be filial but does not wait.

Before the courtyard was completed, his mother was gone forever, and it was not even too late to see him for the last time.

Meng Yuan raised his head and swallowed the bitterness in his throat.

The rain pouring over the world came to his face, cold to the bone, and his heart became cold like this rain, only the sound of rain in his ears was like a burst of sound in the courtyard, sassy and distant...... (To be continued.) )