Xu Qinghuan stopped and looked at the person in front of him, and he slowly turned around.

The brilliance in his eyebrows was dazzling, and he reined in the sharpness of the past and warmed it a little, and when she saw such a pair of eyes, she remembered many things at once.

In the carriage, when she heard Li Xu's shouting, her expression began to drift, her eyes turned black for a while, and she fainted in the carriage.

It was as if she had struggled to walk on the path of Yellow Springs, and from now on everything in this world had nothing to do with her, and when the surroundings were peaceful, she followed the peace and then slowly died.

She was already very tired, years of illness, suspicion between husband and wife, struggle and trade-off between power, like a dark night that would arrive every day, slowly devouring her.

Before leaving Beijing, she sent a letter to Northern Xinjiang, and she would personally uncover the suspicions of Li Xu and the Li family, which could be regarded as a wake-up call to the generals of Northern Xinjiang.

The door that belonged to her was slowly closing.

The sun will be shut out forever, and she will be left in a place where there is no light, no sound.

She was ready, and just as everything was about to fall, a pair of hands grabbed her firmly, dragging her firmly and forcefully, as if in a battle with the darkness.

Firm and unquestionable.

Like a ray of sunshine piercing the night, it came to her, and she had to open her eyes, and she was greeted by those warm eyes, with anxiety and pleading in them, and his face was pale, as if he were saying something earnestly.

She seemed to be carried by him, galloping on horseback, leading her to dodge arrows and sharp weapons, her gaze frozen on the bloody streak on his forehead.

It's him.

When he rescued her, she was delirious and remembered only a blurry face.

Now when he turned his head, everything was clear.

I still remember that back then, in the crowd, she saw the compelling and indifferent Song Hou in the crowd, only to know that he acted decisively and his methods were very spicy, which made people awe-inspiring.

Who knew that one day he would take a risk to save her and do his best to heal her injuries.

"Thank you for the rescue." She bent down on her knees in thanks, but she could barely stand because of the weakness in her legs, and he walked up to her in a few steps and held out a hand.

She had already grabbed the maid's arm and struggled to get back to her feet.

His hand was gently withdrawn.

"The war in the north is still unsettled, and I transferred troops from the southeast to Beijing and passed through here."

Xu Qinghuan nodded.

"I'm ready to go," Song Chengxuan continued, "Madame is recuperating here, and people outside only know that Madame Li Hou has died, but they don't know that Madame is here." ”

"Mrs. Li Hou has already passed away." Xu Qinghuan said, "Thank you Song Hou for your protection, I still have something to do, I don't know if Song Hou will agree." ”

"Men at your disposal."

She smiled slightly: "I'm just afraid I won't be able to pay it back." ”

"You don't have to pay it back," his voice said, "just be alive." ”

It's good to be alive.

His figure faded away.

……

A tear ran down the corner of Xu Qinghuan's eye, and also took her away from her dream.

"Miss," Yingui's voice sounded, "what's wrong with you, isn't it uncomfortable there?" ”

Xu Qinghuan slowly opened her eyes and saw the anxious Yin Gui and Feng Xia, and it took her a while to completely come back to her senses, she was dreaming, and what she dreamed seemed to be...... Things from a past life.

She always thought that she was killed in that siege by Li Changyan, but now it seems that there is something wrong with her memory, and there are many things that she has forgotten later.

Xu Qinghuan sat up slowly, raised his head and looked at Yin Gui: "Lord Song...... She was confused, Song Chengxuan had already left yesterday, and it was impossible for him to come so early in the morning.

"The eldest lady has been taking medicine for a few days and is not feeling well, Lord Song came just after dawn, and talked with Hou Ye in the hall for a while, and is now in the study."

Xu Qinghuan stood up: "Help me change my clothes, I want to go over." ”

It was quiet in the small study.

Xu Qinghuan opened the curtain and walked in, and immediately saw a figure sitting on a chair not far away, wearing a light cyan robe, looking carefully at the books in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

He only raised his head when he heard her footsteps.

Overlapping with the face in the dream, she couldn't help but think back to the scene in the dream.

Her eyes were slightly distracted, and the whole person was stunned, obviously not much different from the past, Song Chengxuan couldn't help frowning, got up and walked over quickly.

"What's wrong?"

She heard a voice of concern, and then her hand fell into the warm palm, and suddenly remembered the hand that had been slowly withdrawn in her previous life.

Xu Qinghuan was suddenly touched, closed her fingers and gently shook him, it turned out that she had misunderstood him in her previous life and had always been prejudiced against him.

Now that I think about it, his obstruction before leaving Beijing was sincere, otherwise he wouldn't have saved her at a critical moment.

There was a flash of crystal in her clear eyes, and Song Chengxuan's eyes were slightly dull, and she was about to ask again.

Xu Qinghuan looked at the table: "I'll see if you have found a clue." ”

She clearly didn't tell the truth, but he wouldn't force it, her eyes flickered, and she hid her secret, it was not the first time he had seen it.

Feng Yan moved a chair and put it next to the desk, Yin Gui couldn't help but sigh in her heart, maybe the Song family's rice is really delicious, in her eyes, Feng Yan has written the word "Song" on her forehead now.

The two chairs were so close to each other, presumably Lord Song must be very satisfied.

Yingui and Feng Chick walked out of the house.

Xu Qinghuan and Song Chengxuan sat down together.

Xu Qinghuan's mood also returned to normal, if she did anything abnormal, she would definitely be seen by Song Chengxuan, and it would not be so easy to prevaricate.

On the table are several books spread out, which are annotated separately from the usual editions on the market.

Commentaries were prevalent in this dynasty, and famous Confucian scholars often left their own annotations when collecting books.

Song Chengxuan said: "My father likes to collect books, once privately with a gentleman to collect books, I have seen a three-volume annotated Spring and Autumn four volumes at home, my father quite liked, in front of me praised Mr. is a talented person, but unfortunately hidden in the city, otherwise please ask Mr. to be my western seat." ”

The people in that courtyard were smart and cautious, and they lived in that kind of place, which was quite similar to the person Song Chengxuan said.

Xu Qinghuan said: "If you can find a similar annotated book, you can know who Mr. is." ”

Song Chengxuan nodded: "Now I have gained something." ”

Xu Qinghuan's heart moved, she now understood why she had that dream, she thought about it day and night, she kept thinking about who the person living in that courtyard was, and she always felt that the answer was in her mind.

She wasn't wrong.

Because that person is Mr. Wenxi, in his previous life, Song Chengxuan collected Mr. Wenxi's books and set up a tablet for Mr. Wenxi.

In other words, in his previous life, Song Chengxuan found out this step, and he has always taken the right path.

Song Chengxuan handed the book in front of him to Xu Qinghuan: "Mr. Wenxi." ”