Before the other party's words could say anything to me, Xia Qian's nose was sour, tears had rolled down her cheeks, and she choked up and said, "Okay, I'll go now!" ”

Maybe it's because of the cold winter, or maybe it's because most of the few maids have been cleared, and the entire Zhenguo General's Mansion and Yongshuo King and Yongxing Wangfu are not a little young inside and out.

The door of the north courtyard has long been locked, although the west courtyard is clean, but there is no one in the desert, except for a group of government soldiers busy cleaning up armor and clothes in the east courtyard, there is almost no movement.

"Young lady, young lady is back!" Mingyu shouted excitedly when she saw Xia Qian who walked into the east courtyard.

Huo Zun's face was stunned, and he hurriedly asked the maids to make a way, Lin looked at Xia Qian, his heart was excited, and tears suddenly rolled down.

"You...... Why did you come here? I...... Ahem...... I've been waiting for a long time! Lin reclined on the bed, took Xia Qian's hand and said with difficulty.

"I, it's me who is not good, I should have come to see you a long time ago."

Lin wiped away his tears, barely squeezed out a smile, and pierced Xia Qian's mind with one sentence: "I know you don't want to see Teng'er, it's because he can't stand you, it's our entire general's mansion that can't stand you!" ”

"No, no! It's me...... I owe it to you! Xia Qian felt a twitch in her heart, and her nose became sour.

"In the past two years, thank you for taking care of my old wife, if it weren't for you and Shi Rong helping me find a cure for my illness, I'm afraid I would still be confused and wouldn't be able to wake up until I die. Murong Garden is a good place to recuperate, but I'm used to living here, and when I move back, I feel a lot more at ease. It's just that...... I can't see you anymore, and Shi Rong and Chen'er! ”

Xia Qian endured that the tears in her eyes did not slip down again, and comforted her with a wry smile: "They are still living in Murong Garden, that yard was bought by my father, and when my mother takes care of your body, you will still be the owner of Mu Rong Garden in the past." They all have to listen to you and make you happy! ”

During the conversation, the Lin family held Xia Qian's hand and Huo Zun's hand together, wanting to match the two of them back together.

Xia Qian was embarrassed for a while, and forced to withdraw her fingers from the hands of the Lin family and Huo Zun.

Lin looked at her helplessly, and sighed and persuaded: "Silly boy, Teng'er can see your thoughts to the entire people of Qinglong City, for more than three years, he has been living in guilt and remorse. You are two righteous husband and wife, and Prince Simon is very good, but he has never even given you an official title after all. Mother is a person from the past, if the Simon people really care about you like Teng'er, they will not leave you in the palace of Yiguo for two years, let alone send troops to Dayi regardless of your comfort! ”

"Mother-"

Xia Qian's mouth was half open, and he wanted to say that Que Ming was still imprisoned in prison, and in the past two years, he kept writing letters, and even secretly sneaked into Qinglong City to see himself.

But after hesitating for a long time, she didn't say anything, just silently complained bitterly to the Lin family.

After a long time, Lin looked out the window, sighed lightly and said: "Alas, when you first married into the door, the wine you brewed was very good, I dreamed of it last night, and I wanted to take another sip, but unfortunately there is no longer that taste!" ”

"Wine!" Xia Qian was stunned, and suddenly her pupils shrank, and she said in surprise: "Yes, there is also a jar of peach blossom brewing, which was brewed five years ago, you wait, I'll go get it!" ”

She said that, turned and ran into the west courtyard.

She hadn't been to this yard for three years, and the big sycamore tree in the yard had been replaced with a small sycamore sapling.

Xia Qian walked around the dormitory and walked to the martial arts practice field behind the house, where there was a stone table, and under the stone table was the peach blossom wine she had hidden with Huo Zun on her back.

Five years ago, in the first spring of her marriage, she went to the peach blossom ditch outside the south city with Huo Zun, Lin Qianxue, the prince, Que Ming and a few maids from the West Courtyard to pick a lot of peach blossoms, and brewed more than 200 jars of peach blossom wine after returning.

At that time, there were four jars of wine that he and Huo Zun rushed to the mountain, picked the peach blossoms on the shady slope, and took the mountain spring water of the Yin Mountain, and brewed some excellent peach blossom wine.

She went to buy them "Qiantan Peach Blossom Brew", and secretly hid four jars with Huo Zun on her back, buried them in the West Courtyard, and said that she would take them out for him to drink in the coming year.

In the summer of the same year, when Yu Nuan rushed back to Nankang, Xia Qian took a jar as a send-off wine and gave it to Yu Nuan.

During the Spring Festival of the second year, Huo Zun came back from the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, and his military achievements were great, but he hated her to the core, and no one ever mentioned this wine again.

Later, when he wounded her all over her body and was disheartened, she drank two jars alone in despair, and the last altar was still hidden under the stone table.

She crouched down, dug out the jar from under the stone table, patted the dirt on the jar and stood up, and when she looked up, she saw a painting on the wall of the room.

It was three years ago, she spent a few months painting the plane tree, that painting, she used to angrily crumple it into a ball, after she left, Huo Zun asked someone to frame this painting and hang it in the house.

Xia Qian glanced at the room with the painting from a distance, which was originally Huo Zun's bathroom, but now it seems that the inside has been filled in and used as a study.

More than three years have passed, the paper of the painting has turned a little yellow, the color has faded a little, the dark green earth, the fiery red sky, and the blue sycamore leaves no longer look as unrestrained and shocking as they were at the beginning.

It was a young couple holding the back of a child, these three figures were added by Huo Zun, at that time she only spent two magpies on the branches, and four big white geese were painted under the tree.

At that time, she was framed by Jing Qianxi and Song Lianyi, and even the imperial doctor said that she was pregnant, and she herself believed it.

She sat in the yard painting the sycamore tree, Huo Zun looked at her silently, and said that if it was a boy, it would be called Tianyou, and if it was a girl, it would be called Jingtong.

Later, Qin Xinyue gave birth to a daughter for him, using the name Jingtong.

Thinking of this, Xia Qian felt a pain in her heart, smiled bitterly, turned around, and coldly entered Huo Zun's arms.

Before she could react, he was already hugging her tightly.

"It's been more than three years, Xia Qian, I think about you all the time! Heaven gave me a chance, I destroyed it with my own hands, I am indeed a bastard, an idiot, I can't stand you! ”

Huo Zun's voice was a little choked, and a few drops of cool things fell on her face, sliding down her cheeks, and Xia Qian didn't look up.

She knew, he cried!

"Lord Wang, let go!"

After a moment of silence, she said firmly.

"Don't let go! Heaven has given me a second chance, and I won't let go of anything! ”

Second?

Xia Qian was stunned for a moment, couldn't help sneering, and asked, "Is the prince confused?" I am already a mother of two children, and although I am not married to Que Ming, I have long been his veritable wife! Although my Que Changqin is gone, I have never forgotten him. ”

He didn't say anything more, just embed her in his arms and hugged her tighter, letting his tears flow into a river of tears, sliding down his cheeks and down her neck, wetting her hair and forehead.

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