National Teacher's Mansion, Garden.

In January, everything freezes in the garden, and even the huge lake has a thin layer of ice.

Su Wen sat on the big stone by the lake, flipping through a thick geographical book in his hand, his delicate face wrinkled.

Ye Han appeared at some point, glanced at her thin clothes, walked awkwardly to her side, and stuffed the stove in his arms into her arms.

Su Wen was stunned and looked up at him, his baby face twisted, and he didn't say a word.

Su Wen lowered his head and touched the stove: "Thank you......"

"What were you just looking at?" Ye Han was not angry, "Do you want to freeze yourself by running to the garden to blow the wind in such few clothes?" ”

"I'm looking at geography." Su Wen closed the page and stared at the lake, his eyes full of confusion.

"What's there to see about geography?" Ye Han sat down beside her.

"This geography is just a short version that I can buy, and more detailed ones I can't buy with a maid." Su Wen bit his lip and turned his head to look at him, "Miss was seriously injured yesterday, you know, right?" ”

Ye Han nodded slightly.

"Her whole body has traces of being hit hard, such a serious injury, if it is an ordinary person, she must lie in bed for ten days and a half months before she can barely get out of bed and walk, but she ......"

Su Wen lowered his head and didn't say anything more.

The wind in the garden was getting colder.

Ye Han hesitated for a long time and gently held her hand: "If you like her, just follow her." What is her character, don't we all look like a mirror in our hearts? Why care so much? ”

His hands were warm.

Su Wen was surprised by these words, and when he came back to his senses, he hurriedly pulled out his hand, shoved the stove into his hand, and left with a red face.

I don't know if it's anger or shyness.

Ye Han took a grass, quietly staring at the lake with thin ice, he has been by his master's side since he was a child, and all his skills are guided by his master.

The master and the young lady have an awkward quarrel, and he can only be loyal to the master.

And Su Wen is different, Su Wen can be loyal to Miss, and Miss also needs her.

Shen Miaoyan returned to the hall of Linshui Pavilion and sat down, poured a large bowl of herbal tea angrily, raised his eyes and saw Su Wen coming in with a book, and frowned: "Su Wen, my hands hurt." ”

Her right wrist was wrapped in layers of gauze and a splint was applied.

Su Wen hurriedly came over, put the book on the table, and gently pinched her wrist, Shen Miaoyan's face turned pale, and she cried: "It hurts!" ”

"Miss's wrist bone is broken, during this time, don't make your right hand again, in case the bone can't grow back, Miss's hand will be useless!" Su Wen frowned, not to scare her.

Shen Miaoyan looked at his wrist, thinking that the man actually pinched himself with such a big force, and couldn't help but feel aggrieved.

But when she went to Hengwu Courtyard today, she saw that the man was wrapped in gauze, but she didn't know what was going on.

Touched the splint with her left hand, and somehow, she felt a little weak in her heart, and said softly: "Su asked, how did the injury on his body come about?" You said I had a big fight with him yesterday, did I do it? But where do I have that ability? ”

Su Wen picked up the book, hesitated for a moment, and saw that she really couldn't remember, and the master didn't want her to know, so he coaxed her and said, "The master went out and was assassinated, so he was injured." Mr. Bai said that the injury was not serious, and the young lady should not worry. The slave maid went to boil medicine for you and retired. ”

Shen Miaoyan watched her leave, and always felt strange in her heart.

Just as he was sitting in the room, a little maid rushed in with a brocade box in her hand, and said happily: "Miss, what you want the slave to take to the jade craftsman to repair has already been repaired!" ”

As he spoke, he opened the brocade box and presented it to Shen Miaoyan, on the bright yellow silk cloth, there was a white jade nine rings lying upright.

The jade craftsman wrapped the broken parts together with openwork gold wire, so that it looked like new, which was surprisingly proper.

However, the man was no longer there, and looking at what he had left behind only added to the sadness.

She sighed and asked the little maid to put the brocade box back at the head of her bed.

She walked to the window and looked at the lake with thin ice, now that Chu Yunjian is gone, Chu Suiyu ascended the throne as the emperor, and listened to the little maids in the mansion to discuss, and it seems that she also canonized Sister Wen as the queen.

Sister Wen became the queen, what should the flower fox do?

Flower house, garden pavilion.

Gu Qinyuan was wearing a stone blue robe, standing in front of the stone table, raised his eyes and glanced at the plum blossoms outside the pavilion, then took the pen and dipped it in ink, and began to paint with extremely elegant movements.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded in the distance, and he didn't have to look back to know who it was.

Hua Rongzhan turned over and dismounted, grabbed his shirt, and her peach blossom eyes were full of eagerness: "Qin Yuan, Mu Mu She has entered the palace!" I went to the palace and the guards wouldn't let me in, but I had to get her out! ”

Gu Qinyuan slowly pushed his hand away, slowly put down the pen on the rice paper, and his side face was grim: "It's not time yet." ”

Hua Rongzhan's eyebrows wrinkled into the word "Chuan": "What do you mean?!" ”

Gu Qinyuan stood in the cold wind, his slender jade-like hand changed the brush, dipped it in blood-red ink, and smeared red plums on the branches: "Three days later, it is Chu Suiyu's enthronement ceremony." You bring all the secret guards of Huafu, disguise yourself, and mix in Chu Huanian's guards, and someone will pick you up in the palace. At that time, take Chu Suiyu's head first, and then kill Chu Huanian. Rong Zhan, I want the royal family of Chu State, and there is no one left. ”

His voice was calm and cold, without the slightest emotion.

"What about Mumu?" Hua Rongzhan whispered.

"Someone will save her."

"Who?"

On the rice paper, the plum blossoms are stained with blood, blooming warmly and red pure.

Gu Qinyuan put down his pen and looked indifferently at the mist in the winter in the distance: "You are good at leading troops to fight, and Tang Zhi is good at single-man and solo action." It was very appropriate for him to save Wen Admiration. ”

Hua Rongzhan trusted Han Tangzhi, and when he heard this, he relaxed his heart slightly, nodded slightly at him gratefully, and turned around to gather the secret guards of the Flower Mansion.

Outside the pavilion, plum blossoms are proud of snow.

Gu Qinyuan was alone in the winter scene, and inexplicably remembered that the spring flowers bloomed that year, in Cheng'en Temple, the man walked with him, and smiled elegantly: There is a pavilion in the backyard, Mr. Gu will go with me to sit. Now in April, it is a good time to cook sake with green plums.

During the Dragon Boat Race, the man stood on the bank of the river, the river wind blew the hem of his snow-white robe, and he bowed down: Mr. Gu should have seen a glimpse of the crisis I am in. I also hope that Mr. Gu will go out of the mountain to assist me and calm the traitorous forces of the government and the wild!

On Chinese New Year's Eve that year, he sat alone in front of the jade steps, and his jade-like side face revealed a deep sadness: Gu Qing, a child who has never been cared for by anyone, when he grows up, how can he know how to care for the people around him, how can he understand, how to care for the people of the world?

In the dim imperial study, the man stood in the light and shadow in a dragon robe, his handsome face was lonely, and he slowly stretched out a hand towards him: Qin Yuan, I only have you.

The cold wind is biting, and the plum blossoms are strong.

"Success and defeat, blame only ...... You regret it yourself. ”

Gu Qinyuan spoke very slowly, and slowly closed his eyes.

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