Time passed in Chenghuan's concern, and more than ten days passed.

Although there are also maidservants in Tsing Yi who take care of them in the small Liuhe courtyard, Chenghuan only needs to take care of Tianjun every day, but Chenghuan, who is very worried, is still irrepressibly reduced.

Petite, she already looked extremely thin, and after this period of time of purging, Cheng Huan became more and more haggard, almost thin as if she was weak and impervious.

"Lord Wang, do you need me to pass it on your behalf first?" The footsteps of Ouyang Gurong and his party gradually approached the wind gate, and Qinglong asked.

"No need, stay at the inn near the Gate of Heaven, she probably doesn't want to see me again now." Ouyang Gurong waved his hand, and his cold tone unconsciously became a little more helpless.

Death and life are no longer seen, and Cheng Huan's cold farewell words have always been engraved in Ouyang Gurong's heart.

Since Cheng Huan doesn't want to see him again, if he doesn't show up, it is already the best protection for Cheng Huan.

Qinglong wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ouyang Gurong's wide sleeves.

Although he was hit hard physically and mentally, his identity and majesty as the eldest brother were still defeated in front of him, and he would never allow his children's private feelings to shackle him at this time.

Cheng Huan sat on the small bridge above the gurgling water, although she held Tianjun in her arms, her heart had already fluttered to the time of love and sweetness in the past.

"Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival! Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who to talk to! Seeing the scene of the small bridge flowing water under the bright moonlight, Cheng Huan couldn't help but murmur out the song "Yulin Bell".

Unexpectedly, this person's masterpiece in ancient times, in the mouth of a woman who was worried and thoughtful, was really such a consensual agreement, as if it was specially written for the mournful Chenghuan.

"Tianjun, have you ever missed your father?" Teasing the swaddling Tianjun, Cheng Huan asked casually again.

Holding Tianjun, whose eyebrows and eyes were becoming more and more similar to Ouyang Gurong, Cheng Huan had to ask this several times almost every day.

During this period of time, her longing for Ouyang Gurong has become stronger and stronger.

It is really affectionate and sad to part, only after the real farewell, Ouyang Gurong's benefits jumped in front of Cheng Huan's eyes little by little, making Cheng Huan regret not being at the beginning.

seemed to sense Cheng Huan's longing, and Tianjun, who was sleeping sweetly in swaddling clothes, couldn't help frowning slightly, showing a hint of discomfort.

"Do you miss him too? It's a pity that we are now dead and alive and dead. Cheng Huan glanced at Tianjun, who frowned a little in his arms, and then turned his eyes back to look at the bright Haoyue.

"Miss, the night is cold and dewy, and I am careful to get cold." It was at this time that Cheng Huan's other personal maid Tsing Yi put on an animal skin for her and said softly.

Since they were sent to serve Cheng Huan in Fengmen, they have never seen a smile on the face of this eldest lady of the Feng family.

Even when teasing Tianjun, the smile on Cheng Huan's face seemed to be vain, and there was no real smile in it.

Seeing that Cheng Huan, who was becoming more and more clear, the maid Tsing Yi was also very unbearable. Although he had never served Cheng Huan before, he had heard a little about this Feng family's eldest lady when he was in the villa.

It is said that when she spoke out, she brought a vision of heaven and earth, and when she was out traveling, she became pregnant with a dragonborn of the royal family, and she had already broken through to the limit of martial arts spirituality that women could not break through at a young age.

However, it is precisely because he has experienced too much that Cheng Huan's body is also extremely weak, and he was in a coma for three months for a while.

"Did you get any news back from the villa today?" Only then did Cheng Huan retract his thoughts and asked calmly.

"The second lady said that the master's body has recovered, and the reconstruction of the villa has come to an end, and he will be able to return to the villa in a few days." The maidservant Tsing Yi replied.

Hearing the news that everyone was well, Cheng Huan became relieved, and gently handed Tianjun into the hands of the maid Tsing Yi and said, "It's heavy outside, you take Tianjun into the house, and I'll sit for a while." ”

Although it was late at night, Cheng Huan had no intention of getting up and entering the house.

After seeing the maid Tsing Yi take Tianjun into the house, Cheng Huan didn't even realize that his arm that had been holding Tianjun was numb, and even a gust of breeze blew, Cheng Huan didn't feel cold at all.

Cheng Huan, who fell into his thoughts wholeheartedly, has decreased a lot in his ability to perceive the outside world.

It is precisely because of this that Cheng Huan, who quietly hid behind a flower tree in the courtyard, will not be aware of the long figure that has good ears.

Looking at Cheng Huan, who was sitting quietly on the small bridge, Ouyang Gurong, who was hidden behind the flower tree, also felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

The original intention of wind erosion is to keep Chenghuan away from the whirlpool of strife and recuperate here. Unexpectedly, even if he was far away from the dispute, Cheng Huan was still irrepressibly emaciated.

It's just that I haven't seen each other for more than ten days, but I didn't expect Cheng Huan to be thinner than Huanghua.

Looking at the haggard Cheng Huan from a distance, Ouyang Gurong thought of all the injuries he had caused to Cheng Huan, and thought of the heavy pressure she was carrying alone, and the throbbing pain in her heart was not inferior to Cheng Huan.

Trying his best to stabilize his steps to move forward, Ouyang Gurong's cold face became more and more expressionless.

At this time, he really wanted to go and meet Cheng Huan, but he also thought of Cheng Huan's indifference in the past, and thought of the forgiveness he couldn't get for his hard pursuit, and suddenly lost the courage to meet in his heart.

Playing with the half-moon stone in his hand, Cheng Huan sat on the stone bridge and fell asleep.

The melancholy of this period of time has tormented the haggard Cheng Huan to the point that he has lost his human form, and now because of the cold wind of the late night in early autumn, his forehead has become slightly hot.

"You still don't know how to take care of yourself, how can I rest assured." In a flash, Ouyang Gurong had already quickly appeared behind Cheng Huan, and his eyes quickly caught the half-moon stone in Cheng Huan's hand that was about to fall into the flowing water.

"This half-moon stone was a token I left for you, and you still play with it because your hatred for me has become stronger?" Holding Cheng Huan horizontally, Ouyang Gurong stuffed the half-moon stone back into Cheng Huan's neck and said helplessly.

Ouyang Gurong didn't dare to imagine that there was still affection between the two of them, so the only reasonable explanation for Cheng Huan playing with the Half Moon Stone was only a strong hatred.

"Miss ......" heard the maid Tsing Yi who turned out of the house unexpectedly, but she didn't expect to see such a warm scene.

The personal guard, who was widely praised in the villa, was gently hugging Cheng Huan, and he didn't know what he was muttering affectionately.

"Where's Miss's room?" Seeing the servant girl Tsing Yi who turned around, Ouyang Gurong asked calmly.

"This ......" The maidservant Tsing Yi led the way and walked towards Cheng Huan's house with Ouyang Gurong.

Although the wind gate has not been inhabited for a long time, the wind erosion has always sent people to carefully repair the ancient mansion of the Feng clan.

It is not only a reverence for the relics left by the ancestors, but also a reserve base for his family, in case Tianyu Villa is regarded as a thorn in the side of the royal family in the future, and the old and young of the Feng clan can also leave a place to stay in the future.

Therefore, although the wind gate is not as grand as Tianyu Villa, it also has pavilions and pavilions that go around and around.

Walking in the pavilion with Cheng Huan in his arms, Ouyang Gurong, who has always been arrogant, even greedily wants time to stop like this, pausing at the moment when he is holding this soft fragrance, so that they can go on with such a quiet and beautiful posture forever.

But helplessly, time can't always stop because of him alone.

But after a while, Qing Yiyi opened a red door and said softly, "It's here." ”

"Don't tell Miss Sù that I've been here, if Miss Tomorrow asks, just say that she went back to her room to rest by herself." Before entering the house, Ouyang Gurong still cautiously commanded.

Cheng Huan doesn't want to see him, so he must make this qiē without a trace.

nodded hesitantly, and then quietly retreated.

When she was young, she didn't understand why these two people tortured each other so much, and they were obviously infinitely concerned about each other in their hearts, even if she was a maid, she could see it.

However, the two of them wanted to avoid each other, and when the other party couldn't see each other, they quietly worried about each other.

Late the next night, Cheng Huanfu sat quietly on the small bridge again, still holding Tianjun who was having fun in his arms.

Although two flushes had already flown on his cheeks, Cheng Huan still sat on the stone bridge for eternity and admired the moon.

"The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold dew is silent and wet osmanthus. Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are. Whispering a song of the moon, Cheng Huan's expression became lonely again.

Yongyue Yongyue, it's a pity that the moon has been covered by layers of clouds tonight, and only the starlight leaks out.

I don't know why, last night she actually felt Ouyang Gurong's breath, that strong and straight chest, just like when she was pregnant with Tianjun before, Ouyang Gurong worked tirelessly every night to carry her back to the room at any time.

Playing with the half-moon stone around Cheng Huan's neck, Tianjun seemed to sense something, and kept babbling as if he was saying something to Cheng Huan.

It was at this time that the half-moon stone that was played with by Tianjun exuded that burst of pure brilliance like the bright moon in the dark night, and Cheng Huan had never noticed that the brilliance of the half-moon stone was so dazzling because of the bright moon in the sky a few days ago.

However, as if there was a response, the brilliance of the half-moon stone shone directly under a flower tree in the courtyard, where it also shone a bright and brilliant light.

That familiar brilliance also seemed to come from a half-moon stone.

"What man!?" Cheng Huan hugged the female Tianjun in his arms, and at the moment of speaking, he had already jumped up on tiptoe and ran towards the flower tree.

Ouyang Gurong was about to dodge away, but Cheng Huan had already rushed over one step ahead of him.

Finally, in the unavoidable situation, Ouyang Gurong took a step helplessly, and said in a deep voice: "Huan'er, it's me." ”

As soon as Cheng Huan heard the low and thick voice of the person, the tip of his heart that had been throbbing for several days suddenly trembled, even if this voice was burned into ashes, Cheng Huan would know it-Ouyang Gurong!

The bright moon surrounded by clouds was revealed again in an instant, sprinkling the bright and pure brilliance of the ground, reflecting the half-moon stone in Tianjun's hand and Ouyang Gurong's hand, which became more and more smooth and dazzling.