Knowing that Concubine Hui was dead, Zhan Mijiang was just stunned, and then came back to his senses.

He was not surprised at all, as if he had known about it from the very beginning.

Obviously, he should feel sad, but I don't know why, he doesn't feel the slightest sadness in his heart.

"Go look it up." Zhan Mijiang frowned, and suppressed all the thoughts beside him: "How can a good person die of illness?" ”

When Uncle Wang received the order to take someone to investigate, Zhan Mijiang came back to his senses.

He felt as if something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Exactly...... What's wrong?

Zhan Mijiang took out the chessboard to play a game of chess in annoyance, and was suddenly stunned halfway through the game.

When will he play chess?

How can a hand in the army have time to play chess? It's either on the battlefield or in training.

Even if he is really idle on weekdays, he either gallops with a few generals, or reads military books in the study, and the elegant things like playing chess have nothing to do with him.

Zhan Mijiang felt strange in his heart, but looking at the chessboard, he clearly knew that he was not playing this game of chess.

During this period of amnesia, could it be that he also went to learn to play chess?

But what did he learn this for?

Zhan Mijiang couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it and put away the chessboard.

He stood up and took the books from the shelves, ready to read.

But as soon as I picked it up, a piece of paper fell from the book.

Zhan Mijiang picked up the piece of paper and saw the words on it.

The word looks familiar.

"Green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove."

There is only one sentence of poetry on it, but Zhan Mijiang can immediately say the next sentence.

- If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a cup of it?

It's going to snow in the evening, would you like to stay and have a drink with me?

A smile tugged at the corner of Zhan Mijiang's mouth.

At that time, it was already winter, and she was still a little cold, so Zhan Mijiang tempted her to drink some wine.

The little fairy from the sky drank the wine of the mortal world and her face was flushed, and her eyes were seductive, so she looked at him so fixedly, and wanted to speak.

Zhan Mijiang knew what she meant, but wanted to tease her.

"You've drunk so much today, rest early."

Then he was leaving.

The little fairy propped up his forehead and grabbed his sleeve with one hand.

Zhan Mijiang turned his head.

She opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she couldn't say anything, so she could only take a pen and paper angrily and write this sentence in Juanxiu's small characters.

Outside, the weather was sunny and cloudless.

But Zhan Mijiang really looked like it was snowing heavily outside, and he couldn't walk out half a step.

At this time, looking at the piece of paper in front of him, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips, and then stiffened.

He didn't really remember what had happened, but looking at the line of poetry in front of him, his heart was suddenly covered by a warm blanket, and he felt warm all over his body.

Zhan Mijiang was silent for a moment, put the well-preserved piece of paper aside, and then continued to look for it in his study.

The study is full of traces of the two of them once living together.

He had never bought the "Shengshi Poetry Collection" and "Historical Books", and the book was annotated with Juanxiu's characters.

The strange paintings he painted, which seemed to be painted with fine charcoal, painted her very vividly.

There was a small incense ball hanging from the window of the room, and a somewhat delicate pen holder was placed on the table......