Mu Qingyan gave his newborn jade to Shen Luochen, and he gave it resolutely, without hesitation.

She wouldn't know that Shen Luochen at this time was thinking about her in front of the silence in the room, thinking about everything she had done since she appeared and her uncontrollable heart.

Shen Luochen thought that he might be crazy.

In the days that Weiyang left, he always felt that she was still in front of him, and that pair of pure big eyes, that red mouth, and that lively temperament all made his heart beat like a drum, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

The piece of jade in his hand is worth a lot at a glance. Although Weiyang is lively, he can advance and retreat to a certain extent, and he is polite in and out, and he is either rich or expensive, what should he do.

Suddenly saw the recipe on the case, which was given to the young master of the Yun family regularly every year, and Shen Luochen was stunned.

He is married, he is married!

This sentence sounded in his heart over and over again, and his heart was instantly shattered.

I can't want her, she ......

"Weiyang ......" Shen Luochen called softly in a dumb voice, and his eyes were red.

Mu Qingyan stayed on the couch for half the night, and the moon was slanting in the west, so she took off her shoes and went to bed, but she couldn't calm down. The four more drums sounded, and they will go to sleep; The fifth watch woke up again, and there was no sleepiness.

He got up and put on his clothes, took off the Broken Yue Sword from the wall in the bed, walked out of the window, and went to the nameless water pavilion on Ningxing Lake.

After practicing a set of falling moon swordsmanship, he sat down and let the internal force perform for two big weeks, and then he finished his work. Walking back along the Jiuqu Bridge on Ningxing Lake, the fog is very large, the lake has frozen, the residual lotus stems are still there, and the depressed and cold scene is overturned.

The girls in the courtyard are all up and are cleaning the courtyard. The smoke coming out of the chimney of the small kitchen gradually merged with the thick fog, and finally it was impossible to distinguish whether it was smoke or fog.

"Sister Amber, the eldest young master asked Tingfeng to send it." A girl with a letter in her hand is handing it to Amber.

Mu Qingyan took the letter, Amber took the sword in her hand and turned back to the house.

'Light smoke:

Zhanxin is well.

A few days ago, I heard the news that you were infected with a cold, and I wanted to go to see you, but I didn't want to be weak, not very cool, and my mother was not allowed to go out. Later, I heard that you went to Zhongshan Zhuangzi to recuperate, so that's it.

Half a month ago, I sent a letter, but I didn't see you reply, I think I haven't returned to the house yet. It's been more than a month now, how are you?

The plum blossoms in my yard have bloomed these days, and they are in full bloom. I thought that I invited you and Xue Chu to come here for a get-together, but it didn't work out. Does Xiao Nian still go to the Broken Sky Temple to offer incense as usual? Let's go together.

Hope well, letter.

Dye Qing autograph'

It is a jade eye-staining word, dignified and majestic.

Mu Qingyan accepted the letter, picked up the curtain and entered the room, and sat down at the desk. Liuli came over to grind and grind, Mu Qingyan took a small note, as soft and thin as silk, but it was firmer than silk, and there were two purple bamboo leaves on the upper right and lower left.

This kind of paper is produced in the depths of Danxia Mountain, picking fresh Yunnan incense before and after Qingming Festival every year, kicking, boiling, pulping, making paper, pressing fresh bamboo leaves, squeezing out water, and then drying on the back of the fire wall. Yunnan incense is only planted here, and the output is limited, and Mu Qinghan inadvertently found it, and only the Mu family has enough.

This kind of paper, or book or painting, is not stained by ink.

Mu Qingyan also read the last letter pressed under the paperweight, replied to Yu Ranyan, made an appointment with Xiao Nian to go to the Broken Sky Temple, and wrote another letter for people to send to Yan Xuechu, and the three of them walked together.

After breakfast, Mu Qingyan took Linglong to Xiangxi Pavilion.

Chu Han was listening to the reports from all over the house, and handed out the right card keys for people to do errands. The New Year is approaching, although the Mu family has a thin population, but it has contacts with all major families in the capital, and the gift cannot be abolished.

Outside of Mufu, Mo Qinghan took over four years ago; The family affairs in the house have always been in charge of Chu Han.

Mu Qingyan drank two cups of tea, and she was annoyed when she saw that Chu Han kept people coming in and out. I didn't sleep at night, but at this time I was sleepy. Lying on the chaise longue, he pulled the brocade quilt and fell asleep in a daze.

After entering the wax moon, the carriages and horses that delivered New Year's goods to the village outside Mufu were never broken. Chu Han has been busy since he returned home yesterday, and he can't take care of eating. And because Mu Qingyan fell asleep, the two of them missed lunch together, and when they arrived at the lamp, Mo Qinghan returned home.

"Aunt Han, don't be so tired, I'll talk about it tomorrow." Mu Qinghan said distressedly.

Chu Han was picked up by his mother back then, and was raised by his mother from the confinement period; Mother's mother is like a sister and is spoiled, with fine clothes and jade food. When her mother got married, Aunt Han should have a good home, and there were many people who asked to marry, but she didn't want to leave her mother, so she followed. From his birth to Yan'er's birth, Aunt Han hurt in her bones.

Since her father and mother passed away, Aunt Han has supported a family for herself and Yan'er, and she has been a father and a mother. Yan'er relied on her and couldn't leave her for half a day. He and Yan'er also respect and love Aunt Han as their mother.

"Did Yan'er sleep all day?" Glancing at the small things sleeping on the couch, Mu Qinghan asked softly.

"Aunt Han is old, and her back hurts and her back hurts." Chu Han chuckled, "This little ghost came here in the morning and lay down, and I don't know what he stole last night, probably because he didn't sleep." Chu Han scolded with a smile.

Mu Qinghan squatted in front of the soft couch distressedly, pinned the scattered hair on Mu Qingyan's face behind her ears, and gently scraped her little nose. She doesn't scribble things on her face, but she is a jade doll, which is a little pleasing to the eye.

Mu Qingyan reached out and grabbed his troublesome fingers, squinted to see that it was him, then closed his eyes again, and did not let go of his hand. Mu Qinghan even smiled out of the corner of his eyes, this smile, I'm afraid that no one has ever seen it in the market.

Chu Han looked at a pair of jade people, satisfied from the heart, can accompany them to old age for a lifetime, watching them get married, and then hug the little one back, he feels that the future is very happy, and it is worth looking forward to.

"Yan'er is good, get up and eat dinner and then go to sleep, be careful that you will be hungry in the middle of the night." Mu Qinghan called her with a smile.

After calling a few times, Mu Qingyan finally refused to wake up. Helplessly, Mu Qinghan stretched out his arms, Lian Jin was hugged together, sent back to Lanyan Pavilion, and told Amber to let people stew some porridge, she might be hungry at night.

In the middle of the moon, Mu Qingyan's stomach hurt and his waist hurt, but he woke up in pain. At first, I thought I was hungry, so I got up and went to find water to drink. When your feet hit the ground, a wave of dampness and heat between your legs hit you instantly. She blushed, knowing that it was Aoi Shui.

Hurriedly summoned Amber, refused to raise his head, and said the matter with a slight astringency.

"Little, little, miss, you, you said your Kwai Shui is coming, coming? Amber couldn't say a full sentence, her mouth wide open, her eyes wide.

Mu Qingyan was slightly annoyed: "Don't shout in the middle of the night, go and prepare things, I want to take a bath." ”

"Miss, it's not okay to take a bath, it's not fun to catch a cold, I'll go find some hot water." After saying that, he turned around and went out, and Coral listened, and got busy getting a change of clothes and pants.

Mu Qingyan froze in place, not knowing what to do.

Amber quickly brought a basin of hot water into the screen, and then came out and pulled Mu Qingyan in.

Coral got everything ready and sent it to the back of the screen.

"Miss, menarche? Can a small cotton towel be used? Amber asked nervously through the screen.

After a long while, Mu Qingyan replied sullenly: "I've been here once, I will, you don't have to ask." After a long time, Mu Qingyan walked out slowly, and his face was not very good-looking.

"Go to sleep, I'll be fine."

Coral helped her to the bed and pulled the quilt over her.

Amber turned and ran out, then came in again, shoved a hot water bladder into the quilt, and took the bed quilt out of the cupboard and put it over her.

Mu Qingyan was a little unenergetic, holding the water bladder with his eyes closed and not speaking.

Coral lowered the bed curtain and walked out, but Amber took the bed and slept on the soft couch without leaving.

Mu Qingyan rolled on the bed in pain, and Amber left the couch, took off her shoes and went to bed. Covering her with her hands hot and rubbing her stomach, the two of them never slept all night.

After the fifth watch, Amber helped Mu Qingyan to sit up and change the cotton towel. Coral came in with a bowl of medicinal soup, saying that it was motherwort, and added some herbs to calm the nerves and relieve pain. After patiently blowing cool, feed Mu Qingyan one by one to drink.

Pearl also got up, replaced Amber, and went to bed to rub Mu Qingyan's stomach. After waiting for the medicine to take effect, Mu Qingyan fell asleep.

After dawn, Chu Han came in a hurry when he got the news. After entering the door, let Cinnabar go to say hello to the old lady, a woman's menarche is a big event, and she can get married.

For four days in a row, Mu Qingyan never took a step out of the door, Chu Han was in charge, this is not allowed, that is not good, she is going crazy.

It was easy to get through, and as soon as the fourth watch drum was over on the fifth day, she got up. changed into Weiyang's costume, dressed neatly, and went out through the window. I didn't go through the gate, I found a back wall, and I crossed out lightly.

There was no one on the street, and there were occasional patrolling soldiers and horses in the inner city, and she dodged, crossed the wall and ridge, and headed all the way to the westernmost north of the city.

Qin Yan rode out of the Forbidden Palace and wanted to return to Xiangguo's Mansion, the street was silent, he let the horse paced, and his mind was still thinking about the fire in the Shuangxue Palace the night before.

Since the Shuangdian won the championship three years ago, he has been reused by the emperor, and has successively handed over the posts of the Praetorian Guard and the commander-in-chief of the Zhongshan Battalion to him. He knew he had a lot of responsibilities and was busy day and night. The Shuangxue Palace caught fire, and he accompanied the commander of the Praetorian Guard to investigate for a day and a night, and it took him four watches to leave the palace.

As soon as he walked to the Zizhao Bridge on Suzaku Street, a white shadow flew over the ridge of the opposite house.

Instinctively, he flew up from his horse and chased after him. At first, Bai Ying didn't notice it, and when he got closer, he felt that this figure was somewhat familiar but unrecognizable.

Mu Qingyan found that someone was chasing behind her, she was greedy for fun, and she originally raised her strength from six points to eight points, landed on the roof, and scurried around in the small streets and alleys. After running for a while, I was afraid that the man would not be able to keep up, so I stopped at the intersection and looked.

After waiting for a while, I didn't see anyone chasing after me.

Sighing, bored, he looked at his position, and then moved towards the place where he was going.

As soon as she turned an alley, the man was standing in the street, waiting for her!

Mu Qingyan threw out his right hand and ran to the door of the person. The man reached out and drew his sword from his waist, and a cold light flashed, and the two men fought.

Thirty moves have passed in a moment, but they are opponents in chess, and they do not give in.

Mu Qingyan sensed that the way he walked with internal force was so familiar in the right move, and he was in a trance where he had seen it. didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, never brought a whip, and tried his best to give full play to the desperate brocade, and the other party couldn't help her for a while.

The sword in Qin Yan's hand was an ice spirit sword given by his master, the blade was extremely thin and sharp, but the sword was extremely heavy, and it was refined by the best dark iron. The body of the sword is like ice and jade, the cold light seems to be looming, and the edge cannot be hidden.

He almost raised the light skill to the extreme, and saw that he was about to catch up, but the person fell to the ground after realizing it, and instantly increased his speed, three times and two times, and he actually chased and lost. Suddenly, he was inexplicable, he was not very familiar with this small street and alley, but he would not lose it.

The body used by the man in white has never been seen or heard. Thinking about it, he was about to go back, but he didn't want to turn out of the alley and meet him head-on.

Except for his junior brother, Qin Yan rarely encountered an opponent who could pass thirty moves with him. In the twelfth year of Yanshan, he devoted himself to the arts, and his swordsmanship was better than that of his junior brother, but his medical skills were inferior to his junior brother, and he was not publicistic but was also extremely conceited. When I met this young man in white today, I saw that he was slender and thin, but he was not half a point weaker than himself in martial arts, and the strength in his heart that he did not admit defeat was provoked, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became.

The two of them didn't give in to each other in the lonely alley, because they didn't know the details of the other party, they didn't make a killing move, but they seemed to be competing with each other, back and forth.

The night was deep and dark, only to see a snow brocade white chain flying out, stretched straight, I don't know where the soft fell in an instant, and then suddenly appeared again, the move was exquisite, flickering and flickering.

Qin Yan knew that the sword in his hand was as sharp as clay, and after encountering that snow brocade a few times, he couldn't help it, and he was almost entangled back by him, so he couldn't help but be a little more careful.