Outside the window was the dawn color, rolling the agarwood crumbs in the Boshan furnace fluttering, swinging, and then falling with the wind.

There are delicate people half-leaning on the edge of the collapse, through the red candles and window paper, looking at the courtyard, yesterday the stars were sparse, the wind blew all night, Shen Zhihe almost couldn't sleep for two hours, and he was woken up by the pain in his abdomen.

Shen Zhihe's fingertips rubbed the brocade quilt, the quilt stitches were delicate, and the embroidery threads were dense, which was sent by his father yesterday when he sent someone to summon him.

He said that he was worried about her body, and chose the most comfortable carriage and bedding for her.

Shen Zhihe tilted his head, his eyebrows and eyes were like the moon, but the bend inside was a turbid spring, and the extremely light ridicule ran over, grinding but quiet.

The cloud tent embroidered with blue lotus leaves floated, very lightly rippling, Ying'er entered with the gargle, seeing that her look was wrong, she hurriedly put the gargle to the side of the case, and stepped forward: "Madam, but what's wrong?" ”

Shen Zhihe shook his head very lightly, and lifted the broken hair in front of his forehead: "It's all cleaned up?" ”

"This time it is the emperor's will, and the people below naturally don't dare to slack off, so they don't pack up overnight, just wait for dawn."

Ying'er handed Shen Zhihe a towel soaked in warm water to clean her face, and then gave her a warm cup to rinse her mouth, and added: "It's just that you, Madam, are suffering, and you have to hurry before your body is well." ”

The warm face towel wiped away the tiredness, Shen Zhihe's face was half ruddy, and he leaned on Ying'er to quickly pull a bun for her, and she was going out to meet people after all.

"This young master hasn't seen him since he was summoned by the master yesterday, and I don't know what he's busy with." Ying'er Rakuyu was a little angry, her mouth was curled, and as soon as the words fell, there was a sound outside the screen.

Shen Zhihe glanced at Ying'er, and quietly raised his fingertips against his lips and tapped them twice, with reproach in his eyes.

Ying'er stopped her mouth and shouted out, "Come in." ”

The man just lifted up and bypassed the screen, picked up the cloud tent lotus and walked inside, holding the food box and bowing his head, it was a pity: "The slave and maid greet the lady, this is your breakfast." ”

Shen Zhihe's eyes looked around, and his eyes fell on Li'er's face first, and then fell on the food box she was holding, and the opening was the sound of celadon: "Why did you send it this time." ”

"It was the old lady who had just eaten, and she specially ordered the kitchen to make you light rice porridge before sending the slave and maid to send it." The eyebrows and feathers of the girl contain the delicate of the girl, even the beauty is red, bright and pretty like a child, pure and clean.

Old lady, deliberately?

Shen Zhihe's willow eyebrows were slightly raised, his heart turned a thousand times, half ringing, and his jaw bowed: "Thank you mother for me." ”

Li'er answered, stepped forward to put the meal box on the table, opened the lid, the fragrance of millet porridge overflowed instantly, she waited for Ying'er to take it out, her hand quickly tidied up, and made a salute: "The slave and maid retreat first." ”

Shen Zhihe took the porcelain bowl, stirred the spoon, blinked his apricot eyes, and suddenly called the girl sideways, and said in a calm tone: "Li'er, mother is going to take you back to Huai'an this time." ”

Not a doubt, it's a yes.

I saw that Li'er's back was slightly invisible, and then turned around, did not look up, and stared at the pair of coarse cloth soap boots on the ground: "It is the old lady who loves the slave and maid and left her mother since she was a child, and now her father is also in the ground, and she allows the slave and maid to go to Huai'an to serve." ”

The pavilion was very quiet, and even Ying'er's eyes were a little scrutiny.

For a long time, the beauty's hairpin fell into the neck and made a sound, it was an erosive beauty, leaving behind the fragrance, Shen Zhihe suddenly smiled shallowly, his eyes were a messy fog, and he opened his mouth softly:

"It's just a casual question, I also like to drink the tea brewed by the night dew, and I will invite you to my Pujia Courtyard more in the future."

She bit the sound carefully and knocked into the heart of the child.

Li'er's eyebrows were dyed with fear, and she hurriedly thanked her: "As long as the young lady likes it, the slave maid will make tea for you every day, and I hope the young lady will recover as soon as possible." ”

"Go down."

Shen Zhihe retracted his gaze, exhausted the half-warm porridge in the bowl, wiped his lips with a handkerchief, and pulled it to his abdomen with a tingling pain.

Li'er had already gone out, and Ying'er on the side took the porcelain bowl in Shen Zhihe's hand, with a disdainful face: "It's also a shame that she can say it, and serve you tea every day?" I'm afraid it's just under the guise of it. ”

"Don't mention it again," Shen Zhihe cleared his throat, his eyes cleared a little, and he gave a look, "You have a mouth, it's time to take care of it." ”

Warbler Nono.

Clusters of candle flames swayed and flowed, Shen Zhihe stroked his sideburns and looked at the sky outside the window: "It's time to set off." ”

Ying'er then looked over, paused, and saluted in the direction of the screen: "Please young master." ”

Shen Zhihe froze for a moment, looked sideways, and saw Meng Jinghuai passing around the screen, dressed in a dark robe, standing steadily on her side, opening his mouth, but not to her:

"It's time to leave, Ying'er, you go and look at the packing."

Ying'er's eyes collided with Shen Zhihe, who bowed her head slightly, and she went out in response.

Meng Jinghuai lowered his eyes, looked at each other deeply, and his black pupils chased his soul, but as if he was hiding something, he said in a deep voice: "You have black green under your eyes, but you don't sleep well?" ”

Shen Zhihe's nose smelled a trace of blood, very faint, coming from Meng Jinghuai's body, she removed the look in her eyes, and said: "It's okay." ”

The sun has risen, down the railing of the courtyard, the light is a beautiful scene, but the pavilion seems to sink into the deep silence.

"Ah He," Meng Jinghuai suddenly stretched out his hand, his cold fingertips touched Shen Zhihe's face, his eyes were cloudy, as if he wanted to see through the person in front of him, "Do you know what I saw yesterday?" ”

Shen Zhihe steadied her body and did not move, her body was stiff, the touch on her face was unusually clear, and she raised her eyes: "I don't know." ”

"What the hell are you putting here?" Meng Jinghuai's fingertips flowed to her forehead, and she was dumbfounded, and her eyelashes were flickering and dark.

Shen Zhihe's heart trembled, his face did not change, he only raised his hand to brush away Meng Jinghuai's fingertips, and met his eyes, without the slightest wave: "I don't understand what you're talking about." ”

Meng Jinghuai withdrew his hand and stared: "That's it." ”

"How do I go outside with my body?" Shen Zhihe glanced at him fixedly, took in his expression, and suddenly lifted the splendid quilt, revealing the white scarf with medicine in his abdomen, and his tone was soft.

Meng Jinghuai looked at it, and the white scarf was still faintly stained with blood, and he couldn't see it really.

His heart was stagnant for half a minute, and his thoughts dissipated, a little twilight between his eyebrows, he twisted his sleeves and bent over, carefully avoiding the wound, hugged his soft waist, and picked up the person on the couch.

Shen Zhihe's heart was stunned, and he was about to struggle, when a deep voice came from above his head: "Don't move." ”

Her thoughts wandered, one cheek lightly touched Meng Jinghuai's chest, and gently rubbed it as Meng Jinghuai moved, causing her cheeks and eartips to turn red.

Meng Jinghuai's pace was steady, and when he picked her up, he didn't forget to put on a silk blanket and cover Shen Zhihe's half-body, and he walked out of the courtyard with her in his arms.

Both of them turned a blind eye, Shen Zhihe blindly buried his head in Meng Jinghuai's chest, and she could even feel the muscles and flesh of Meng Jing's arms holding her through her clothes.

Meng Jinghuai carried Shen Zhihe all the way to the door of the old mansion, and the carriage was ready, and everyone's eyes gathered, only to see the old general looking at the street without squinting, and the old lady glanced at it, but didn't say anything.

He walked steadily to the carriage of the imperial gift, Ying'er hurriedly opened the curtain, Meng Jinghuai was silent, and only let go of Shen Zhihe when he put Shen Zhihe on the goose down car in the carriage.

Shen Zhihe's face was flushed, and her forehead was oozing with fragrant sweat, she wiped it with a handkerchief, and Ying'er didn't bother with it, and put down the curtain.

Meng Jinghuai tightened the silk blanket for her before sitting on the hardwood seat on the side.

The carriage shook gently for a while, and finally began to start slowly, shuttling through the city.

Shen Zhihe raised his eyes, only to see Meng Jinghuai closing his eyes, his eyes were very dark and blue, his brows were frowning, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

His words and actions today are different from the usual

Shen Zhihe's eyes flashed with ripples, and he was silent in his heart, unconsciously touching the wound on his abdomen, and the sound of the jade bracelet on his wrist was crisp.

Meng Jinghuai on the other end suddenly opened his eyes, raised his jawline to look at it, saw her appearance, and said: "But it hurts again?" ”

Shen Zhihe shook his head.

Meng Jinghuai's heart was obviously turbulent, but he swallowed his doubts and calculations into his stomach and forcibly pressed them.

He followed Shen Zhihe's eyebrows, and then remembered that when he picked her up, the bell on the waist of the person in his arms was crisp, and Meng Jinghuai lowered his voice, as if he had endured it to the extreme:

"Ah He, you should believe me."

Shen Zhihe's heart shook suddenly, as if it had been hollowed out and filled with a cavity of muddy water, cooling every inch of blood.

But her face didn't change, she chewed everything and swallowed it into her stomach, raising her eyes coldly: "Meng Jinghuai, I don't understand what you're talking about." ”

Meng Jinghuai straightened her back, as if she wanted to catch the stars in her eyes, but she only saw a cold moon, and finally looked sideways and looked away.

Only his hands clenched into fists could reveal his anger.

For a long time, so long that Shen Zhihe's strong support was about to be discharged, Meng Jinghuai opened his mouth hoarsely, but vaguely heard the meaning of half a bit of loosening:

"But Ah He, all I asked for that night was your well-being."