He Tangyu calmed himself down, "It's okay, it's just a dream." ”

"The slave waits for the lady to make up."

He Tangyu was supported by Dusk Xue and sat in front of the dresser, Mu Yan picked up the wooden comb and said, "Today, the slave maid will comb the hair for Mrs. ”

He Tangtong looked at himself in the mirror and was a little haggard, "Okay! ”

Mu Yan looked at her waterfall-like green silk and couldn't help but be envious, "Madame's hair is really good." ”

Twilight picks up her green silk and inserts an ebony hairpin to hold her green silk in place.

"Madame, can you take this silk pearl today?"

He Tangzhi said lightly "um".

He heard familiar footsteps approaching him, and immediately stood up.

"Your Excellency, you're back."

He Tangerine immediately ran over and threw himself into He Tangerine's arms, Song Huainan was a little surprised, "What's wrong?" ”

He Tangtong only cared about hugging him and didn't speak.

Song Huainan wanted to let go of her hand, but she hugged her so tightly that she couldn't move, so she had to give up.

She looked at Mu Yan: "What's wrong with Madam?" ”

Mu Yan lowered her head: "The slave doesn't know either." ”

Song Huainan hugged her head, "What's wrong?" ”

He Tangzhi muttered: "I just had a nightmare, and I dreamed that you were covered in blood. ”

It turned out that this was the case, Song Huainan gently touched her head and said comfortingly: "It's okay, didn't you say it was a dream?" It's not true. ”

He Tangtong's hand tightened, "But I'm afraid, I don't want anything to happen to you." ”

In fact, she is not a very clingy person, but in front of Song Huainan, she always wants to stick to him and doesn't want to be strong.

Although Song Huainan didn't have anything to do, since he had such a dream, He Tangerine always had difficulty feeling at ease.

The next day, the old lady was sick, and He Tangfang went to see it with Song Huainan.

When he came back, Song Huainan suddenly had something to deal with and went out of the house, so He Chengtong went back to the West Courtyard with Song Huaiyue.

Song Huaiyue talked to her while walking, "Sister-in-law, my ancestor is sick in bed now, I want to go to the White Horse Temple tomorrow to worship the Bodhisattva and ask for peace, sister-in-law or go with me." ”

The nightmare I had before was that He Tangerine had always had a knot in his heart, and it would be good if he went to worship the Bodhisattva, so that he could feel more at ease.

Song Huainan came back very late in the evening, and she saw He Tangyu lying quietly on the couch, her body slightly curled, and she didn't even cover the futon, so she couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

Song Huainan cautiously walked over and wrapped him up from the couch.

He Chengtong woke up, the whole person nested lazily in his arms, looked up at him, and said angrily: "Are you back?" ”

"Hmm". She stroked her hair and kissed her on the cheek, "Why don't you go to bed and sleep?" ”

She looked at his face, why was it still so good-looking...... This world is so unfair, women's faces are fleeting, but men will become more and more tasteful, and they can't hang up their thirties, and there are so many women who like him.

He Chengtong sat up straight, but his arms tightened, and she had no choice but to lie in his arms and said, "My lord, tomorrow I want to accompany my second sister and them to the White Horse Temple to worship the Bodhisattva." ”

Why so suddenly?

Song Huainan looked down at him: "How could it be so sudden, I said earlier that I would go with you." ”

He Tangyu smiled and held his hand tightly, "I'm not a three-year-old child, you have such things to do on weekdays, you don't have to accompany me, I'll be back after lunch." ”