After thinking about it again, Yan Huiran still decided to go to see Su Hao, lifted the beaded curtain, and Bi Luo tied her cloak for her and helped her to walk outside.

As soon as they opened the door, a cold wind came in front of them, when they suddenly saw a black figure under the pear tree in the courtyard.

Bi Luo exclaimed, "Madam, is it a thief?" You go back first, and the slave will immediately go and call someone to come over! ”

Yan Huiran nodded, without makeup and without powder, there was worry hidden in her ethereal phoenix eyes.

As soon as he turned around, he suddenly realized that something was not right, and immediately turned around and whispered to Biluo, "Wait!" ”

Yan Huiran made a boo gesture, waved his hand, and walked towards that side alone.

The night was dark before, and it was really Su Tingye when I got closer.

"Husband?"

Hearing his wife's call, Su Tingye turned his head, looked nervous, and immediately got up, and at the same time stepped on his feet backwards, as if he was hiding something in the soil.

"Husband, it's getting late, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing, I've been busy with official business lately, and I have neglected you and my two children, and I just felt guilty on the way back from the study. Only then did he take advantage of today's 100-day ceremony to bury a jar of brewed daughter red for Shen'er. ”

Daughter red?

Seeing that Yan Huiran's eyes were moist, Su Tingye reached out to wipe away her tears, but found that he still had some sludge on his hands, and immediately smiled awkwardly.

She didn't dislike it at all, took his hand and walked towards the house, and at the same time instructed Biluo, "Biluo, put away the utensils on the ground, and go and prepare some hot water." ”

"Yes, ma'am."

The winter wind is cold outside the window, and the red candle inside the window is warm.

Soon Bi Luo brought hot water, Su Tingye soaked his hands in it, the heat was suitable, and most of the cool air on his body suddenly dissipated, he couldn't help sighing, and turned his head to find that his wife was sitting at the table with frowning eyebrows and melancholy eyes.

"Hui'er, what's wrong with you? Recently, I have always seen you fugue, and the doctor said that you are not in good health, and now you are overly worried and need to take care of your body. ”

"Yes, concubine body remember."

"You, if there is anything you can tell your husband, don't hide it in your heart."

Yan Huiran shook her head and changed the topic, "It's okay, Aunt Liu is about to give birth, wait for Ming'er to take care of it." ”

"Don't worry, there won't be any chaos."

"Hmm."

"It's getting late, let's rest."

"Okay."

Yan Huiran got up and took off his robe for him, and the husband and wife walked towards the inner room.

The hibiscus tent was warm and cold on night, the candlelight was extinguished, and everything was silent again.

......

in the next room.

Su Zhen turned her head to look at the baby who looked seven or eight points similar to herself, and her heart was full of feelings.

Thinking about the young man I saw today, I can't help but have some doubts.

The Xun that Xiao Chuhong gave her, she always couldn't let go, and she always felt that she had seen it somewhere.

Yan Huiran was worried that she would be ruined, so she had already ordered the maid to put it away, and it seemed that she could only think about it openly when she was older.

......

Time flies, and soon it is the end of the year, the city of Kyoto is very lively, Xiao Mohan, the general of the town country, led the army to return triumphantly, and the people cheered everywhere they went.

On the day of returning to the city, thousands of people were empty. The people gathered in front of the city gate to greet the soldiers who had sworn to defend their land and their loved ones.

Xiao Mohan was burly, with bronzed skin, riding on a horse majestically, wearing crimson battle armor, carrying a scimitar at his waist, and tightening the reins in his hand.

After many years on the battlefield, the breath is decisive and the eyes are not angry but mighty.

Looking at the bustling Kyoto City in front of him, he was proud in his heart, this is the great rivers and mountains that he desperately guarded for His Majesty.

Loyal ministers and good generals know the king, but General Xiao's high achievements will inevitably cause others to be jealous.

But in the era of war, with Xiao Mohan, the god of war, how dare there be foreign enemies?

Fortunately, Shang Yujiao was not a faint king, and after careful consideration, he did not listen to the slander of the traitorous ministers and missed a general.