After the girl ran out of Hefu, she walked all the way, and finally turned into a small alley.

There was a horse-drawn carriage parked in the alley.

"Wife."

The fourth elder called out with a wooden face, and the fifth asked impatiently: "Is that surnamed He really not at home?" ”

The girl rubbed her neck, "Well, it's not there, maybe it's just hiding on purpose." ”

Liang Zhichen pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Next, what is the best plan for the wife?" ”

"Don't dare to be a good idea," Dong Huiying twitched the corners of her mouth, "but I do have some ideas." This is not the first time, but the second time. Last time, because of the great business of the He Su family, and because she had the support of the county iron family behind her, even the government couldn't help her, and finally released her. ”

"But this time ......"

The corners of her lips suddenly lifted again, but the corners of her eyes were frozen with cold frost. "Let's go back to the village first, after leaving for so long, I don't know how Shuyu's body is recovering."

She walked to the carriage step by step, Liang Zhichen stared at her back, and there was a little deep thought in her eyes.

She was probably quite worried, but even if she was worried, she did things in an orderly manner.

What a ......

A woman to rely on.

And Liang Yuening and Liang Haoming, who are not good at words, are frowning, thinking back to what their wife said before.

This isn't the first time?

Doesn't this mean that before this, the surname He had also taken the third brother captive once?

Liang Yuening suddenly clenched his fists, he remembered that day when he came down from Qingfeng Mountain, he saw a woman in white calling the third brother with affection and the word 'phoenix blood'......

Disgusting, this surname is He, it's really fucking disgusting!

His third brother is a husband with a wife!!

***

On the mountain, the small courtyard of the Liang family.

After the heat, the weather suddenly cooled down again, but the temperature at this time was exactly the case, neither too hot nor too cold.

Early in the morning, the first rays of morning sunlight fell on the village, and on the earthen kang, the sleeping man slowly opened his eyes.

The man is not tied with green silk, his lips are extremely light, and his jade face is as beautiful as the flower of spring dawn, but it is a little distant, a little cold, like a god in the sky who has accidentally fallen into the mortal dust.

When he sobered up, he slowly got up, his long hair running down his shoulders and back.

"Ahem," he coughed softly, and then, he looked to his side, the futon was messy, someone had slept with it, but he touched it, and the futon was cold. It can be seen that the man who slept next to him had been up for a long time.

Shuyu put on a thin shirt, he slowly moved off the kang, bent down to put on straw sandals, and immediately took a shallow step, slowly walking out of the house.

In the small courtyard, it was very quiet.

At this time, it was still early, and the courtyard was very peaceful, but in the corner of the courtyard, a few fat chickens, fat ducks, and fat geese, they fanned their wings from time to time, and sometimes lowered their heads to peck.

Shuyu's cool eyes glanced at the chickens, ducks and geese that had been fenced up, these little things were alive and well.

They have gained a lot of weight, laid eggs every day, and hatched a few young pups.

He withdrew his gaze, and then slowly walked towards the East House. With a slight movement of steps, it seemed to be a gust of fresh wind and cold current, setting off the immortal aura of the gods in the sky like a ninefold heaven.

The door to the east room was open, and everything was left as it was.

Roughly counting, it's been five months, nearly half a year. But for so long, it has not left any traces in this room.

He looked at the person in the room, the gentleman was shallow, warm as jade, he was dressed in a thin white shirt, hung his head, his fingertips fell on the cabinet, caressing, nostalgic......

Shuyu called.

"Yi Xuan ......"