When Wan Bingyu returned to her mansion, with residual anger on her face, she slammed open the door of the mansion, but she startled Qiyue, who was pruning flowers and plants in the yard.

It's the first time I've seen her do such a big job in July: "Master, you're ......."

The master was so angry, could it be that someone outside had made her angry?

Unexpectedly, Wan Bingyu entered the door, but no one looked at it much, and after glancing at Qiyue lightly, he said that he was fine, and went back to his room.

Wan Bingyu is in a bad mood and likes to nest in his room in a daze.

July understood the master's habits, so he didn't ask any more, and even the movements of walking around the house with him were as light as a cat.

After Xing'er left Heng Mansion, there were only two people living in this small courtyard, July and Wan Bingyu, they were all walking around outside these days, July was busy dealing with the mess after Lord Xu, and He Nianbing was busy washing away her grievances, she lived in General He's Mansion a few days ago, and she didn't come back in July, and no one lived in the yard, so a layer of leaves fell.

July took a broom and swept the fallen leaves into a pile little by little. The weather is getting colder, and the leaves are falling.

Just as she was cleaning up the yard, Wan Bingyu's door suddenly made a noise, and then she walked out of the room: "July, is there still wine in the house?" ”

July was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Also, the Northwest spirits you brought back last time Madame are still in the cellar, Madame, are you going to drink it?" ”

"Hmm." Wan Bingyu agreed sullenly.

This time July was even more surprised.

How important is it to make people like Wan Bingyu, who don't like to drink, can't help but have the idea of borrowing wine to drown their sorrows?

July was confused, but he didn't dare to ask, and watched Wan Bingyu walk briskly in the direction of the back of the main house.

When July came to the ancestral hall with a pot of wine, Wan Bingyu was standing next to the token in the ancestral hall, she looked at the black tablet with a complicated expression, and her eyes were surging with emotions that July couldn't understand.

Throughout the year, whenever he was in a bad mood or during the New Year's holidays, Wan Bingyu would come to the ancestral hall.

The tablet bears Heng Xinyuan's name.

July knew that this was the person on the tip of Madame's heart, but she still couldn't help but feel sorry for Wan Bingyu.

The deceased is gone, and the living need to be self-respecting, right?

Always thinking about the dead people, so what should the future go?

July had an idea in her heart, but on the surface, she didn't dare to show it at all, she was afraid that Wan Bingyu would be unhappy, and before, the master had said more than once that it was better for her not to say or ask about some things, so July remained silent.

Silently came to Wan Bingyu's side, silently put down the wine bottle and glass, and then left silently.

Before leaving, she gently closed the door of the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall, which was larger than the main house, was suddenly silent, only the candle flame was burning, and it seemed that even the flames were looking at the beautiful woman standing in the ancestral hall with puzzled eyes.

What was going on in her mind?

Wan Bingyu was silent for a long time, and his eyes slowly stared in the direction of the window, only to find that it was already dark, and there was a cold moonlight spilling from the half-open window, and then it was dyed with a warm color by the dim light.

Wan Bingyu looked at those lights, but she never felt joy.

When July brought the wine jug, he handed over two white porcelain wine glasses by the way, Wan Bingyu sat on the ground, poured a glass of wine for himself, and the other was sent to the front of the tablet.

"Husband, I'm always busy during this time, and I don't have time to talk to you, will you blame me?"

Naturally, the tablet can't be answered.

Only the candles in the room burned quietly, occasionally blown by the wind and flickered brightly.

There were some gloomy scenes in the eyes of outsiders, but in Wan Bingyu's eyes, there was no strange feeling.

How good would it be if there really was a so-called ghost in the world?

If there are really ghosts and gods in the world, Heng Xinyuan may be able to come back, she doesn't need him to be by her side all the time, she just wants a goodbye, the parting between them is too hasty, and even the day before parting, they had a dispute because of something, someone.

Alas, if she had known that Heng Xinyuan would die, she should have been by his side desperately.

It's better to die together than to go to Huangquan Road alone.

Wan Bingyu turned her face and drank the wine in her glass, some pictures flashed vaguely in her mind, and then she remembered another person, who made her stiff.

The hand holding the wine glass shows a pale color due to excessive force.

But Wan Bingyu's eyes were bright.

How could she have forgotten that person!

After Heng Xinyuan died, that person also disappeared in Liangzhou City, Wan Bingyu was in grief at the time, and she couldn't take care of that person at all, and then when she wanted to inquire, the person had completely disappeared!

Wan Bingyu always thought that she would run away in a hurry because Heng Xinyuan died and her road to glory and wealth disappeared, but now after seeing He Nianbing, Wan Bingyu suddenly felt that things might not be as simple as she thought.

Is Crane Nianbing Heng Xinyuan? Why did Heng Xinyuan die inexplicably?

These two puzzles have to be asked to the person to understand!

Wan Bingyu said to leave, she threw away the wine glass and stood up suddenly, and after one last glance at the tablet, she left the ancestral hall quickly.

At this time, July was sitting in the courtyard.

She looked up at the bright moon in the sky, her eyes were foggy, and she didn't know what was going on in her heart.

It wasn't until Wan Bingyu walked up to her and whispered a word of July that she suddenly came back to her senses.

"Master, you're out so soon?"

In the past, when Wan Bingyu went to the ancestral hall, he would only come out after a long time, the most excessive, but he stayed in the ancestral hall all night, why did he come out so quickly today?

"I suddenly remembered someone, you can help me check it out."

"Please, master."

Wan Bingyu half-lowered her eyes, caught a woman's face from the hazy fog of memory, and then said her name.

"Her name is Ningxin, from Liangzhou."

At the same time, He Nianbing, who was in the General's Mansion, was also raising his eyes to look up at the bright moon in the sky.

His thoughts were deep, especially when the moonlight was shining, and this depth was very obvious, and the whole general's mansion knew that when the general was standing alone, he must not disturb him, and the butler also knew it.

But he looked down at the letter in his hand, and still decided to walk over.

This letter was sent from the border pass, saying that it came from the hands of the general's deceased, and if he neglected it, I am afraid that the general's punishment would be even more severe than it is now.

"General."

He Nianbing spotted him as soon as the housekeeper approached, and some indifferent eyes fell on him: "What's the matter with you?" ”

The housekeeper stepped forward and sent the letterhead in his hand to He Nianbing.

"This letter was sent from the border gate, saying that it came from the hands of the old man, do you want to take a look, general?"

He Nianbing raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself that after he was sent to the barracks, he had never befriended anyone, why did he have an old friend?

Strange as strange, he still opened the envelope.

I saw the word condensation written on the place where the payment was made.