The night is draped, and the jade disturbance courtyard is ethereal and silent, and only a few faint yellow house lamps are left to illuminate a corner of the courtyard.

Hanyu lay on the bed, in the dark, unable to sleep with his eyes wide open.

Before coming to Xiangfu, she had been sleeping alone in the bedroom since she was a child, which was something she was particularly accustomed to.

But after only a few days of lying in the same room as Xiangyu, now that she was the only one left, Hanyu suddenly found that she couldn't get used to it.

She has only been in Xiangfu for a few days, and the time she has slept in the same room with Xiangyu is even rarer.

Their beds were separated by a screen, and every time Xiangyu always entered the house later than her, and she always had to wait for Xiangyu to enter the room and go to bed, listening to the sound of his deliberately lightened squirming movements coming intermittently, and slowly falling down, before she could sleep peacefully.

The distance of a barrier screen, although you can only hear its voice and can't see its people, but Han Yu can still automatically describe in her mind the outstanding and luxurious demeanor of Xiangyu when she lives on weekdays by relying on her imagination.

Although the two had never had a conversation in private in the past few days in the same room at night, Han Yu was already satisfied just by hearing his voice.

During the day, first after the moon fence was poisoned, he left the house without authorization, Xiangyu brought someone to bring it back, and then Xiangyu suddenly had a cold illness and moved out of the bedroom to live alone, no matter how Hanyu looked, he couldn't help but connect these two things.

She is intelligent and thoughtful, and although Xiangyu pretends to be cold, she can't escape her eyes at all.

She had read some medical books, and Xiangyu's initial symptoms were still slightly different from cold diseases.

So, what is it that Xiangyu wants to hide from her and act like this?

Han Yu remembered the letter sent into the house by his father Han Zeshui a few hours ago, which said that the news of Xiangyu being infected with a cold disease had spread in Yin'an, and now there was an old patriarch of the Luan clan, Luan Jing, who suddenly fell ill, and two high-ranking and powerful people fell ill in a row, which made some people of the Xiang clan fluctuate.

Han Zeshui asked Han Yu to inquire about Xiangyu's condition, but Han Yu noticed a trace of abnormality.

Her father's personality Hanyu has always been clear, and he will never go beyond the norm to investigate Xiangyu's private affairs, so the person who asked her to inquire about it......

Han Yu thought of her eldest uncle, Han Tao.

There was a sudden sound of muffled talking and footsteps in the courtyard, and Hanyu lay on the bed and listened carefully for a while, confirming that it was Xiangyu and the raccoon slave.

They were about to leave the house.

Han Yu had doubts in his heart, in the middle of the night, Xiangyu was still sick, was there anything urgent?

Hanyu quickly got up and got out of bed, picked up a robe and draped it on her body, opened the door, she looked over, but saw that the entrance of the courtyard was empty, and there were still people there.

At this time, at the gate of Xiangfu, there was a very ordinary-looking carriage parked, if it weren't for Wu You sitting in front of the carriage, I would have thought that another family's carriage had stopped here.

Xiangyu and the raccoon slave who had just come out of the mansion stepped forward quickly, Xiangyu was still wearing a crane in the daytime, and his head was covered with a wide hat that the crane had brought with him, and the hat completely concealed his face in the dark.

Xiangyu quickly sat in the carriage, his movements were clean and neat, no longer weak in the daytime, his tone was calm, full of energy, and his mouth was cold, and he instructed Wu You: "Take a shortcut and try to avoid pedestrians." ”

Wu You whispered yes and drove the carriage quickly.

The carriage soon arrived at the back door of a high-gate mansion, and the raccoon slave stepped forward and knocked a few times regularly, and soon the door opened from the inside, and a small servant glanced at the tanuki slave, and hurriedly opened the door and welcomed Xiangyu and the tanuki in.

After the door was closed again, Wu You drove the carriage in another direction, and soon disappeared into the night.

A white paste paper lamp with the word "Luan" written on it hangs at the door, illuminating a corner at night, and a pot of bellflower on the near side is projected onto the ground, giving birth to a cluster of flower shadows.

In a few moments, a phantom flashed over the shadow of the flower, and a pair of small embroidered shoes appeared in front of the back door.

The bright red robe with a dim red light dragged to the ground, and a beautiful and charming face of the moon fence appeared in the lamp.

The corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, her eyes flashed blood-red, and she looked thoughtfully at the closed wooden door.

Between the corridors of Luanfu, Xiangyu and the raccoon slave walked forward briskly under the guidance of the little maid, and everywhere they passed along the way, there was a smell of medicine.

Since the news of Luanjing's illness came out, people have been visiting the patient today, and visitors have brought countless tonic medicines to nourish the body, or cure the disease, and give Luanjing to help him recover as soon as possible.

Luan Chang was already waiting at the door, and when he saw Xiangyu's figure, he hurriedly greeted him, bowed and saluted, "Childe." ”

Xiangyu took off the hat on his head, revealing his face, he nodded at Luan Chang, and several people quickly entered the house and came to the inner room, the room where Luan Jing lived.

As soon as he approached the door, he heard Luanjing's unsteady voice coming from the inner room: "I'll pick him up tomorrow and let Jinlian do it himself." ”

Luan Chang, who was with Xiangyu, was slightly stunned when he heard Luan Jing call his name, couldn't help but slow down, and then smiled apologetically at Xiangyu.

Xiangyu was relieved and immediately stopped.

The three of them stood silently outside the door, continuing to listen to the conversation in the room.

"Dad, don't worry, I will definitely do it. Luan Feng'an's words were choked with sadness, and he lacked the chic tone deliberately made by half-truths and half-truths in the past.

When the raccoon slave heard this, his heart was slightly cold, could it be that this old patriarch of Luan really didn't live long, isn't this explaining the future?

A burning look flashed in his eyes, if this was the case, wouldn't it speed up the extermination spell on Childe?!

At this time, there was a coughing sound from Luanjing in the house, and there was a touch of desolation in his mourning voice: "Your brother died early, and I expelled him from the clan for the sake ......of that female ghost."

"After all these years, I often still think about the only bloodline he left behind, although ......"

The violent coughing sound started again, and after it calmed down, Ting Luanjing continued: "...... Although he is a half-blood, he still has half of the blood of my Luan tribe in his body, and I just want to see him before I die, and I will be satisfied. ”

......

The room slowly fell silent, and the three people standing outside the door walked in.

"Childe ......" Luanjing saw Xiangyu coming, and hurriedly got up and got out of bed, but was held down by Xiangyu.

"You have a good rest, and the ceremony will be waived. Xiangyu sat down on the edge of the bed, carefully looked at Luanjing's expression, and saw that his Yintang was black and his face was sallow.

Xiangyu's eyes sank, and his already cold voice let out a chill: "What's going on?"

Luan Fengan's eyes were full of sorrow: "Son, I'm afraid my father is ...... I can't get through it!"

Xiangyu was surprised: "The old patriarch Luan didn't have a good birthday banquet some time ago, why did it become like this in less than a day?"

Even if you are angry with the sound of that Luan embroidery, you won't suddenly become terminally ill, right?

This doesn't make sense.

Luan Chang's expression was sad, full of despair: "The pharmacist has seen it, and said that the destiny of heaven is like this, and it cannot be violated." ”