The carriage finally stopped at the gate of the Zhenguo Mansion, Ling Jiantong was already a little dizzy, she glanced at it, and saw the plaque of the Zhenguo Mansion through the gap in the curtain, she frowned, and asked, "Aren't you going back to Fengguofu?" ”

Situ Qianchen almost couldn't help but hug Ling Jiantong out of the carriage, and then said: "When you go home like this, General Yun and Mrs. Ling are afraid that they will be worried again, General Yun is already in poor health, do you want to make him more worried?" ”

This is the reason, but ......

Taking advantage of Ling Jiantong's hesitation, Situ Qianchen had already strode into the door of the mansion, Ling Jiantong thought that Situ Qianchen would put her in the room she used to have, but who knows, he just let Black Eagle open a room at random and let Ling Jiantong live there.

Situ Qianchen found the best doctor and prescribed medicine for Ling Jiantong.

Situ Qianchen sent the doctor away, then took the prescription and told Ling Jiantong to rest well on the bed, he had already sent someone to Fengguo Mansion to report the news, saying that it was because the copywriting was not completed on time, so he had to stay in the military department for one more day, and he asked her to rest assured that she would rest here for a day.

Ling Jiantong nodded, and Situ Qianchen walked out of the house with confidence and went to boil medicine for her.

Ling Jiantong sat on the bed, looked out of the window, and could just see the courtyard outside, this town and country mansion was really a lot quieter, no, the word Qingjing, it seems that it is not very accurate, it should be said that it is deserted, compared to when she and Situ Qiannan were still in the mansion, the subordinates in the mansion were almost several times as many times as now, but until now, Ling Jiantong only saw that in addition to the black eagle, there were only five subordinates cleaning the courtyard.

Ling Jiantong felt a little sad for some reason.

I don't know how long it took, Situ Qianchen walked in with the freshly boiled decoction, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw Ling Jiantong's head tilted to the side, sleeping soundly.

Situ Qianchen slowed down his movements, put the jade bowl on the table, and then pushed Ling Jiantong's arm with one hand, and called, "Jiantong, it's time for you to get up and take medicine." ”

Ling Jiantong frowned impatiently, and sat up a little angrily, waking up this night, not only did the illness not relieve much, but his head became even more dizzy.

Situ Qianchen picked up the jade bowl and blew the decoction in the spoon very intimately to make it not so hot, before putting it on Ling Jiantong's lips, the bitter taste ran down Ling Jiantong's nose, stimulating Ling Jiantong's reason.

"Why is it so bitter?" Ling Jiantong turned his head and didn't want to drink.

"The medicine is bitter, if you want to go home early, drink this medicine quickly." Situ Qianchen's words could always reach Ling Jiantong's heart, Ling Jiantong glanced at him, could only pinch his nose, simply took the jade bowl in his hand, and poured it down in one go.

Ling Jiantong grinned bitterly, fortunately, Situ Qianchen had already prepared, and put a candied fruit in the tray into Ling Jiantong's mouth, Ling Jiantong was stunned, and the sweet feeling in his mouth instantly covered the bitterness.

Situ Qianchen lowered his eyes, put the jade bowl on the desk, and said quietly: "How don't you want to stay under the same roof with me, such a bitter medicine is like wine and drank it all in one go." ”

Ling Jiantong slowly chewed the candied fruit, and a far-fetched smile tugged at the corner of her lips: "It's you who said that good medicine is bitter, no one wants to be sick all the time, and I don't want to disturb you too much." ”

Situ Qianchen's eyes gradually deepened, and a hint of astringency that was more bitter than medicine flashed in his eyes, even if they were so close, their hearts were already as far away as thousands of mountains and rivers.

Just as they were silent, a white dove flew in from the window, its wings fluttering, and landed on Ling Jiantong's bed.

Ling Jiantong recognized at a glance that this was not a carrier pigeon given to him by Mu Jinghong?

When her eyes fell, she saw a roll of paper tied to the pigeon's feet, the corners of her lips hooked slightly, and she hurriedly removed the note and opened it, although there were only a few lines, but Ling Jiantong was already very happy.

Situ Qianchen glanced at the note in her hand and asked, "What is this?" ”

Ling Jiantong folded the note, looked back and smiled: "This is the letter written to me by Jinghong, we agreed, although the two places are separated, but we can use carrier pigeons to deliver letterheads." ”

Situ Qianchen looked at the white dove that was jumping around, and his eyes had gradually faded out: "Third brother, how is it in Nanzhi City?" ”

"It's good, just to control the plague in the city, he has to run around with the doctor all day long, and he's a little tired." Speaking of this, Situ Qianchen obviously saw the distress in Ling Jiantong's eyes.

"By the way, can you get me some pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, I want to reply to Jinghong."

Situ Qianchen had no reason to refuse, he got up and walked out of the room, and the black eagle guarding the door saw that Situ Qianchen's face was a little not good, so he hurriedly lowered his head.

"Black Hawk, you go get some pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and send them to the wing."

The black eagle retreated, Situ Qianchen glanced into the room, Ling Jiantong's smile when he saw the note just now, it was the first time he saw it in the past two days, he admitted that he was jealous, and he was crazy with jealousy, he originally thought that Ling Jiantong left him and turned to Mu Jinghong's arms was just an impulse, but now it seems that she is really in love with Mu Jinghong.

After drinking the bowl of decoction, Ling Jiantong suddenly felt much better, and the pen in his hand also felt extraordinarily, and he wrote smoothly, and he quickly wrote the letterhead.

She walked into the courtyard with the carrier pigeon in her arms, threw it into the sky, and saw the carrier pigeon flying into the distance, Ling Jiantong's mood suddenly brightened a lot.

The sun was just right, and when Ling Jiantong was about to move a chair to bask in the sun, he suddenly heard the sound of a piano not far away, the sound of the piano was bitter, as if someone was crying.

Ling Jiantong secretly thought about how bitter the heart of this piano player must be to play this kind of song that makes the listener cry.

Her footsteps followed the sound of the piano, and when she bypassed the corridor, she saw a long figure, sitting under the peach blossom tree, just the figure, Ling Jiantong was enough to recognize it as Situ Qianchen.

The sound of the song was still rippling in the air, but Ling Jiantong no longer had the courage to go on, and when she was about to turn away, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly when she took the first step.

"It's all here, why are you leaving?"

Ling Jiantong was stunned, she was discovered by him, her heart was suddenly chaotic, but she had to turn around and face the man who had stood up in front of her.

Under the peach blossom tree, his resolute eyes looked at her, less cold on weekdays, and more infatuation.

A man like him, good-looking, illustrious, good at scheming, invincible on the battlefield, terrifying to the enemy, he is indeed unparalleled in the world, but why was he planted on her inconspicuous grass.

Ling Jiantong smiled a little embarrassedly: "I just went to the courtyard to release the carrier pigeon, and then I heard the sound of your piano, I didn't expect that the dignified general, not only is his martial arts good, but even the piano is first-class." ”

"Shears also know the piano? What do you think of the song I just played? ”

"Bitterness, whimpering." Ling Jiantong's eyebrows furrowed, and he spoke silently.

Situ Qianchen's gaze became more profound, he walked towards her, and then stood with his hands in his hands: "Tomorrow night is the Lantern Festival, I wonder if you can give me a chance to make up for the regrets of last year?" ”

Ling Jiantong didn't expect Situ Qianchen to talk so far away as soon as he opened his mouth, last year's Lantern Festival, Situ Qianchen did not come to the appointment because of Meng Xueyuan, but Mu Jinghong has always been by her side.

"Good look, why did you remember this?" Ling Jiantong looked away.

"I just don't want to have regrets for myself, haven't you always wanted to owe me a favor? Think of it as if you repay me for helping you before. ”

Situ Qianchen found a high-sounding reason for himself, so that Ling Jiantong had no chance to refuse.

Ling Jiantong thought about it again and again, but he didn't say yes for a long time.

"I promise, after the Lantern Festival, I won't bother you and the third brother again, now you can rest assured, right?"

Situ Qianchen said this, what else could Ling Jiantong say, she could only nod: "Okay, then where will we meet tomorrow night?" ”

"I'll be waiting for you on the streets of East Market." Situ Qianchen blurted out without thinking, but Ling Jiantong looked at him stunned, last year, it was she who had been waiting on the streets of Dongjie Market for nearly an hour, and now he said this, did he clearly want to tell her that he would wait for her this time?

The ambiguous atmosphere flowed between them, Ling Jiantong was a little uncomfortable, she pulled up a smile: "I drank that bowl of medicine, I feel much better, I ...... I'll go home first, don't bother. ”

Ling Jiantong didn't wait for Situ Qianchen's answer, and almost turned around and ran away from him.

Ling Jiantong returned to Fengguo Mansion with a heavy heart, and after visiting Yunyi, he walked down the verandah to his room, and as soon as he entered the house, he saw that Liu Er seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Miss, you're back." Liu Er greeted him and looked at Ling Jiantong with a little worry.

"I'm back, I should be happy, what kind of expression do you have?"

Liu Er lowered her eyes, looked at a brocade box on the table, and then said: "This is sent by the Zhenguo Mansion, saying that tomorrow the young lady must wear the clothes in the box." ”

Zhenguo Mansion?

Ling Jiantong walked to the table and opened the brocade box, there was a folded pink skirt in it, Ling Jiantong took it out, and Liu Er's eyes were straight: "Miss, it's so beautiful, the slave has never seen such a beautiful dress, it must look good on Miss's body." ”

Ling Jiantong didn't have any joy on her face, because of this dress, she knew that a year ago, she wore the same skirt to the Lantern Festival.

He only glanced at it and remembered it.

"Miss, General Zhaoyi sent you such a beautiful dress, is there any important occasion for you tomorrow?"

Ling Jiantong's expression was complicated, where was he participating in an important occasion, but he was just going to a lantern festival with no results.