When Gu Yan went out, it was almost dark, the sunset was about to disperse, the carriage was heading towards the city, and the Gyeonggi camp was on the outskirts of Beijing, and there was still a large distance from the Anguo Mansion in the center of the capital.

In the distance, there was a bright light, and it was a flying firefly.

He sat in the carriage, leaning against the inner wall, looking down at his hands.

Gu Yan was a little dazed, he closed his eyes silently, and there seemed to be her residual warmth between his fingers, as well as the gentle touch. It was her smile that flashed in his mind, not gentle, but it disturbed his mind.

"Leyi."

Gu Yan said the name in a low voice, the wind blew the curtains in the night, and the shallow whisper was also scattered in the night wind of the capital, ethereal and traceless.

As the poem often says, the south wind knows what I mean, and dreams to Xizhou. Gu Yan thought, when will Nanfeng know my intentions?

Gu Yan leaned his head against the window, and the drapery swayed to bring the night breeze and caress his cheeks. He closed his eyes and didn't move for a while, like a sculpture.

The carriage slowly stopped at the Anguo Mansion, he waved back to ask Feng, and walked silently through the gravel paved path alone.

This road, Gu Yan has not walked for a long, long time, and the place where this road finally leads is the courtyard where his mother lived before her death, and after his mother died, no one has been here for a long time.

Gu Yan walked to a desolate courtyard and stopped, the weeds outside the door were growing uncontrollably, the door knocker was already rusty, and when he stretched out his hand to hold it, it couldn't help but be stained with patina. Gu Yan didn't care, he pushed the door open with all his might.

Only a "squeak" was heard, and the door slowly opened. The weeds inside the door were more presumptuous than outside, and a cool atmosphere rushed straight at people.

Gu Yan didn't care, he walked in slowly, and the dirt at his feet unexpectedly stained his moon-white clothes. His brow, which had been slightly frowned, became more and more relaxed.

Even though this courtyard is messy, it has the ability to calm down and take care of the mind.

He brushed aside the unbridled weeds and walked towards the inner room step by step. There was still a light in the inner chamber, and although it was a little dim, it was the only light in this desolate courtyard.

Gu Yan smiled slightly, and his steps sped up even more.

He walked inside and outside and knocked slowly on the door.

An old and hoarse voice came from inside the door, but it was gentle when you listened carefully.

"Come in."

Gu Yan pushed open the door, and the inner room was not overgrown with weeds like outside the courtyard, but was very clean and simple.

The interior furnishings are simple, but exquisite, but the decoration is already in the style of more than ten years ago. On the wall hangs a portrait of a graceful beauty, smiling among the flowers. There is a white porcelain vase on the table, and the vase is offering seasonal flowers, which are exuding an elegant fragrance.

Gu Yan walked to the portrait and stood quietly.

"It's been a long time since I've been here."

It was a woman dressed in coarse linen who looked very old, as if she had lost all her youth in just a dozen years. But she sat upright, her face was neither humble nor arrogant, and she was very calm.

She raised her hand and took out the neatly placed teacup and poured hot tea, and personally served it to Gu Yan.

"The night is cool, so the prince can take a sip of hot tea and take it slowly."

Gu Yan turned around and personally helped the woman sit down.

"Aunt Mo, don't do this anymore if you're not in good health."

The woman called Aunt Mo sat down with a smile, raised her eyes to look at the elegant and handsome man in front of her, and was relieved.

She motioned for Gu Yan to sit beside her, and then asked gently, "What troubles has the prince encountered?" ”

"Bothered?" Gu Yan's hand rubbed against the wall of the cup and muttered softly.

He chuckled under his breath, "It's not a worry, it's a little distracted." ”

Aunt Mo glanced at Gu Yan meaningfully, Mrs. Shizi died when she was very young, and before she died, she entrusted Shizi to herself, who was Madame's personal maid at that time. And the son of the world is a heavy love, after the death of the lady he treated himself like a mother, but An Guogong since the death of the wife took the son away, although it is to teach in person, but she understands, but it is just to leave the son in the school, and only ask about the homework after a few days.

The son of the world was already sad for the loss of his mother, and now his father is doing this again, which makes the son even more sad.

Once the prince was wronged and liked to come here, but then he gradually stopped coming. Counting the time, I haven't set foot here for several years.

"Distracted? But the prince has tasted love? ”

Gu Yan's fingers were still rubbing the teacup, but he looked thoughtful and didn't say a word.

The corners of Aunt Mo's mouth curved, but she didn't urge, just waited silently on the side.

She knew that her son didn't need someone else to make decisions for him.

After a long time, Gu Yan drank the last sip of tea in the teacup, he put down the teacup and smiled at Aunt Mo.

"Thank you Aunt Mo, Aunt Mo is already the last pure land of this Anguo Mansion."

"The prince doesn't need to say thank you, Aunt Mo will always remember Mrs. Mo's entrustment, as long as the son is well, then Aunt Mo will be fine. Madame will also be blinded under the Nine Springs. Aunt Mo smiled.

Gu Yan opened the door, and the night wind rushed in from outside the door, raising Gu Yan's hair and robe.

Aunt Mo stood up and wanted to personally send Gu Yan outside the courtyard gate, but was stopped by Gu Yan.

"The night is cold, Aunt Mo is too old to stand the cold, so let's go in quickly."

Aunt Mo smiled lightly and did not shirk.

"Aunt Mo is old and useless. It's just that Aunt Mo will be waiting for you here as long as she is still in the day. ”

"Okay."

Gu Yan tightened the cloak on Aunt Mo's body, and then turned to leave.

Aunt Mo looked at Gu Yan's back as she left, her eyes were dark. She knew that the love that could make the son so troubled must not be an ordinary woman.

It's just that her news is blocked, and I don't know what kind of woman the prince likes to be.

Aunt Mo stood at the door of the room, reluctant to leave for a long time. She looked at the overgrown weeds in the yard and sighed silently. It's not that she doesn't want to take care of it, but she has more than enough heart and not enough power.

Back then, back then....

Aunt Mo seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes were gradually covered with heavy sadness.

She wrapped her cloak tightly and walked out into the grass not far away, and picked up the weeds with her hands, revealing the yellowish dirt.

She dug down without care, and her hand was cut by a blade of grass, and she didn't know that there were beads of blood. She kept digging down, never stopping.

Finally, her hands were covered with loess, mixed with red blood, and her cloak and dress were stained with a lot of mud, looking pitiful and pathetic.

In the pit in front of her, there was only a navy blue robe. The robe was a man's style, but it was not what the servants or guards in the Anguo Mansion should have.

Aunt Mo wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and trembled and picked up the robe in the pit and hugged it in her arms, tighter and tighter.

She finally couldn't help it, the calm and gentle Aunt Mo who had always been in front of Gu Yan.

On this ordinary night, I cried bitterly.