Mu Yunhan slept until dawn, although his head was still very painful, and his body was soft and weak, but the overall situation was much better.

There was silence inside and outside the house, except for the crisp and gentle chirping of birds.

She fumbled out of bed, leaned against the wall to the window, and pushed open the window to look out.

It is a large courtyard with a blue brick courtyard wall, the wall is very high, the wall is planted with irises, and the flowers are blooming beautifully.

There was a cherry and a peach tree in the yard, and the cherries were going to be red, and the peaches were green and small.

The ground near the house is paved with granite slabs, which is very clean, and a little further out is a vegetable field, planted with greens, green onions, garlic sprouts, and coriander, which is full of vitality in the wind.

On the other side, a shelf was erected, and it was crawling with wisteria, and the flowers were blooming just right, and when the wind blew, there was a fluttering sound.

There is a stone table and four stools under the wisteria shelf, and the stones glow white, which is very clean and lovely.

On the other side, there are two tea trees, green and lovely.

It's like her original home, but it's much more exquisite.

Mu Yunhan's eyes were sour, full of guilt and pain for his grandmother.

I don't know what happened to my grandmother's death, the pair of dog men and women, stepping on her blood, are they having a good time?

Mu Yunhan was suddenly very scared, afraid that there were no Mu Rong, Gu Yilan and others in her era, and she was afraid that she would not be able to take revenge.

She clung to the lattice, shivering, her eyes red.

"Meow ......" The chubby black cat squatted in front of the window, staring up at her, its green eyes shining with a ghostly glow, full of scrutiny.

It was the fat cat she saw when she woke up, for some reason, Mu Yunhan always had a feeling that this cat was very human.

She lost her look and reached out to touch it.

The black cat stepped back vigilantly, baring her teeth at her in warning, not allowing her to touch it.

A long, snow-white hand reached over and picked up the black cat and handed it to her.

"Meow~" The black cat barked weakly, very reluctantly, and looked loveless.

Gu Fenglin stood in front of the window, white clothes were better than snow, obsidian-like eyes were as warm as spring, the corners of his lips were slightly smiling, and the morning light carved his handsome face even more exquisitely.

"No, no." Mu Yunhan hurriedly saluted and thanked him: "Thank you for saving me, great kindness, there is no way to repay, I just want to have the opportunity to repay one or two in the future." ”

Gu Fenglin shook his head lightly, let go of his palm, and the black cat landed safely and escaped like lightning.

The two stood across the window, close enough to smell each other's breath, Mu Yunhan took a step back uncomfortably, and asked, "May I ask Engong, what year is this?" ”

Gu Fenglin was a little surprised, as if she was surprised that she didn't know what year it was.

Mu Yunhan pointed to his head in embarrassment, indicating that his head was broken.

She inherited the memories of her predecessor, but her predecessor was obviously confused, who was the emperor and what the year was, I didn't know anything, but it was enough.

Gu Fenglin thought about it, turned around and left, and after a while, turned around again and handed her a note.

Pale yellow rice paper, with the words "Yongjia Twenty Years" written on it.

The ink is not dry, but it is strong and powerful, and it is very stylish.

It turned out that he didn't answer her question just now because he couldn't speak, so he went to write it to tell her.

"Thank you." Mu Yunhan gritted his teeth so that he didn't let himself tremble because of excitement.

On March 26, the twentieth year of Yongjia, exactly ten days after her death, the dog man and woman waited for her!