By the time she woke up, she was back on her familiar bed. The people who fed the water and food were all Fucang, and she felt humiliated, but she couldn't help but accept it.

She had to survive before she could get out of here again.

"Am I being too nice to you?" Fu Cang sat next to her and said to her.

Qing Huan didn't answer, she wanted to fall into a state of silence again to deal with Fucang.

"Speak, answer me. I don't have that much patience to act with you. Fu Cang was lit at once, he stood up and stared at Qing Huan, his eyes full of anger.

Qing Huan weighed the pros and cons, but still chose not to speak.

"Very well, you don't speak, do you? If you don't speak for a day, a man dies because of you. Neither his expression nor tone of voice sounded like he was joking.

Qing Huan looked at him, there was already a dead person, do you want to die again? Can she bear it?

"No, I just don't want to stay here." Qing Huan spoke slowly, she no longer had any dignity in front of Fu Cang.

"I said a long time ago, you Meng Qinghuan, you can only follow me in this life."

Qing Huan endured it and did not answer again. This time, Fu Cang did not force her, but continued: "Dispel your thoughts as soon as possible, I can arrest you wherever you flee." ”

Fu Cang reached out and pinched her chin hard: "Next time, I can only break your legs." ”

Qing Huan endured the pain and gave in, but her heart was still unconvinced.

She wanted to meet Han Shuang and Ah Gu, and she didn't know how the two were doing now. Once upon a time in the palace, why was he so carefree?

Qing Huan recalled his former life and lamented the simplicity of life at that time. Except for the boredom every day, everything else is so happy compared to now.

She didn't have to worry about her life, and she didn't feel uncomfortable living. Li Yan never forced her to do things she didn't like, and Agu served her wholeheartedly, how safe her life was.

Since when has her life changed? Did it start with Li Yan being demoted? Or did it start with leaving Li Yan?

After thinking about it, she felt that it started when she left Li Yan. Wandering and helpless life, he never dared to sleep on the road because he was worried about his life, he was imprisoned here by Fucang, and he was worried every day because he was worried about being hurt by the cold moon.

She couldn't have imagined such a life before. In the small village, although life is hard, because of Li Yan's presence, she feels at ease every day.

Since leaving Li Yan, she has grown from a seedling protected by others to now being able to face the storms of life on her own.

I don't know whether to be happy or sad.

Qing Huan was weak because of hunger, so he recovered quickly. It didn't take long for her to come back to life, and she was back behind Fu Cang, following in her footsteps.

Leng Yue's hostility towards her is getting deeper and deeper, and even Leng Yu, who used to be polite to her, has become less polite.

She didn't want to know the reason, she only knew that if she didn't follow the brush, she would die.

So for a long time after recovery, she was obedient to Fu Cang. When the two chatted at night, Qing Huan would not fail to answer, but would say a few words from time to time.

She didn't dare to provoke Fucang, although this person imprisoned her, it was also her lifeline.

In the blink of an eye, in May, Qing Huan's meek performance was recognized by Fu Cang, and she felt that the time was ripe, so she made a small request.

"I want to write a letter to an old friend." Qing Huan whispered while grinding for the whisk.

"Can you write?" Fu Cang stopped his pen and asked.

She nodded, and the grinding of ink in her hand did not stop.

Fu Cang took out a piece of paper from the side and laid it out: "Write." ”

She didn't expect Fu Cang to agree so quickly, she was a little surprised, but she was afraid that Fu Cang would regret it, so she sat down without hesitation.

Fu Cang stood aside and did not leave, but took over the work of Qinghuan grinding ink, looking at her while grinding ink.

"Just write it in front of me." Seeing that Qing Huan was slow to put down his pen, he opened his mouth and said.

Qing Huan wasn't embarrassed, but he didn't expect Fu Cang to agree so quickly, and he didn't think about what to write for a while.

She put the pen to her chin, thought for a moment, and then picked up the pen and wrote:

Frost:

Long future letter

After two years of absence, I miss you very much. Although I am far away, my concern for you is diminished.

I hope you are well, and I will be at peace.

Meng Qinghuan

A few sentences were not enough to express Qing Huan's thoughts about Han Shuang, but she didn't dare to write more, for fear that she wouldn't be able to send it out at all.

She folded the paper and handed it to Fu Cang: "The master of the trouble sect will send it on his behalf." ”

Fu Cang did not refuse: "Put it there." Where do you send it? ”

Qing Huan whispered Han Shuang's residence.

"Do you still have friends in the General's Mansion?" Fu Cang was slightly surprised.

"It's a girl from the General's Mansion." Qing Huan didn't want to tell him so much, so he talked nonsense.

Fu Cang looked at the letter, seemed to believe it, and didn't ask any more. A day later, he told Qing Huan that the letter had been sent.

I don't know if I can receive a reply in June, and I don't know how to tell Han Shuang that I may not be able to go to the appointment.

wrote this letter just to let Han Shuang know that she hadn't forgotten it, and she was still thinking about it.