Zhao Wuwu is really drunk, her alcohol consumption was originally good, but because she has been in poor health recently, she is tired and weak.

Jian Yan sat beside her and looked at the sleeping Zhao Wuwu with a smile. How many delicate daughters, ordinary women have already married at her age, and they are married at home. But what about her? She carries the Jiangshan Sheji on her shoulders, and the glory of the court on her back, how can she ever live for herself? How can such a woman not be distressed?

He really felt sorry for her, and even thought that if one day, she could recover her daughter's body, then he would definitely ask her father for marriage and marry her as soon as possible. This is his wish to play small, and it is also the best hope in life.

The wind blows the pear blossoms and falls, and the faint fragrance of pear blossoms lingers.

If he rested in the afternoon, it would be fine, but until sunset, Zhao Wuwu did not wake up. Xu is using the strength of wine to get a good night's sleep. These days, she rarely sleeps soundly.

Jian Yan lightly picked up Zhao Wuwu and returned to Tingfeng Tower, Zhao Wuwu in his arms let out a low sigh, and subconsciously twisted his face into his arms. He liked her like this, and quietly leaned closer to him.

For a moment, he wished that there would never be an end to this staircase, even if he was exhausted, he wanted to go on forever.

Zhao Wuwu is very light, his body is slender, and he doesn't have much weight in his hand. But her body bones are extremely soft, and the feeling of holding her in her arms is as soft and comfortable as holding a rag doll. Her body was cold, but his heart was warm.

The sun was dusk and the wind was cool, Yun Zheng carefully closed the window and saluted towards Jian Yan, "Master Jian should go back first, so as not to worry Lord Shangshu." We're watching here, and it's going to be fine, don't worry. ”

Jian Yan was reluctant.

Zhao Wuwu on the bed slept very well, his long eyelashes hung down, and there were mottled silhouettes in the faint light. The woman in her sleep was still frowning, as if this innermost thing could not be eliminated subconsciously. Her mind is always heavy.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he was reluctant to disturb her dreams. He knew she couldn't sleep well, and it was rare to be able to sleep as deeply as she did today.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Yan got up, it was already dusk, and it was really time to go back.

Xi Mo had already carried a jar of pear blossom wine into the carriage, "Childe walks slowly." ”

Jian Yan got into the car, "If she wakes up—"

"Don't worry, the slave will report to the master." Xi Mo bowed his head and saluted.

Jian Yan sighed lightly, reluctantly glanced at the gate of Shangshu Mansion, and finally left. Ewha wine is her treasure, and he is the only person she is willing to share. When he thought about it, he could only feel joyful.

The night was dark, and Zhao Wuwu had a long dream.

There is a road in her dream, she keeps walking, but she can't go to the end. She began to panic, she began to shout, she screamed hysterically, but no one could help her. In the dark world, she was terrified to the extreme, lonely to the extreme.

"Brother-brother!" She clutched the sheet tightly, her lips trembled slightly, and she kept whispering, "Brother-brother, don't leave me, brother-I will obediently stay in the welfare home and wait for you, brother, you must come back to me." Brother-don't go, don't leave me, brother! ”

The Prime Minister's Mansion doesn't seem to have a second son, from beginning to end, isn't there only one son like Zhao Wuwu?

Where did he come from?

On the edge of the bed, Mu Baili narrowed his clear eyes slightly.

Besides, what is a welfare home? Some unknown organization?

Elder brother?

Mu Baili's brows furrowed, how many secrets are hidden in this prime minister's mansion?

Before he could think about it more, Zhao Wuwu opened his eyes in shock and sat up instantly. Her forehead was covered with crystal cold sweat, and she looked around with a distracted expression, and the moment she looked at him, she was like a frightened fawn, harmless and miserable. One glance is enough, and the tempered fingers are soft.