Three days later.

Ping An's high fever finally subsided after being carefully cared for, and He Yunchu breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what level it is, He Yunchu doesn't want anything to happen to this little doll.

But in the past few days, Hongxing has felt that there is something wrong with He Yunchu.

The girl shut herself up in her room as soon as she had time these days, and asked her to go to the pharmacy and buy a lot of herbs.

Since the production, He Yunchu has not taken care of Liuxiu Fang and Liuting Pavilion.

The two major shareholders, Sister Xiang and Song Zi, heard that she was getting better, and they took the initiative to find her.

One is to let her get an idea, saying that the business is bigger, and what is the follow-up direction.

Second, I am afraid that she is still immersed in the grief of losing her child, and wants to find something to distract her.

It's just that He Yunchu looks normal, giving them ideas and ideas, without any ambiguity.

It's like going back to when I was still pregnant.

Song Zidu and Sister Xiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that He Yunchu followed up and said: "Liuxiu Fang and Liuting Pavilion, you all look at it, my heart is not as good as before now." ”

Sister Xiang explained: "If you are tired, take a good rest for a while, and when you feel bored, you can have a famous play, don't worry, ah." ”

Song Zidu nodded again and again: "Don't worry about the child's affairs, the saint will definitely give you an explanation, you are all young, maybe when the eldest prince finds it back, you and the saint can have another little prince, and then it will be the elder brother and the younger brother." ”

Song Zi is worthy of being an old fritter, and the words of comfort make him speak very smoothly.

Although everyone thinks that the prince who was taken away may be more than lucky.

He Yunchu only smiled in the face of these well-intentioned persuasions.

But no one wants to talk about such a heart-wrenching thing.

The confrontation in Liangfu that day did not spread in the end.

In addition to the few people present, Lin Qingning also disappeared very silently.

Only Meng Ke mentioned it to Zhao Su.

Zhao Su couldn't bear it after listening to it, and pulled He Yunchu to persuade her, so that she could rest assured and hand over the matter to Wei Siyun.

After all, as a mother, she didn't want He Yunchu to take risks, and her starting point was different from Wei Siyun's.

He Yunchu said that she understood, and she should do whatever Zhao Su said.

At the end, Zhao Su said: "And that baby girl, don't invest too much emotion in her, the saint has not killed her now, but it is not sure whether she will be used in the future, if you invest too much, you will definitely not be able to give up in the future." ”

I must have heard people say that she was anxious and worried about her illness for safety in the past few days.

Hearing this, He Yunchu also nodded: "I know Mother." ”

She knew that Zhao Su was really good for her, and since she came to this era, the only one who has not changed her attitude towards her is Zhao Su.

Even if Zhao Su may have guessed, He Yunchu, who was facing him, had already changed someone.

He Yunchu held her hand, leaned on her knees and chatted with her: "Mother, whether it is good to have a child or not, with a relationship that you can't give up, you will always be worried." ”

Zhao Su was stunned by her question.

Then he raised his hand and stroked her hair carefully: "What's good or bad, children are debts, but when you are really born, you will know that the little doll who holds your soul is part of you." ”

From the moment we know that there is a little life in our body, fear and joy are held together.

"I hope he's safe, I want to hug him."

Zhao Su was moved in his heart, his nose was sour, but he said, "Yes, I am still waiting to hold my little grandson." ”

One night.

It's been a few days into the depths of winter, and it's time for the New Year in less than a month.

Outside, there was the whirring sound of wind and snow, and He Yunchu was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

She didn't fall asleep, so in the middle of the night, the sound of footsteps hidden under the wind and snow was very noticeable.

She moved her fingers and looked soundly asleep with her eyelashes closed.

Soon a pine scent came to the tip of the nose, very familiar, with a cold cold wind.

He Yunchu could feel that the eyes of the visitors were focused on his face.

When the cool air around him dissipated a little, the man raised his hand and gently brushed his forehead.

It's a little itchy.

- It's Wei Siyun.

I can't remember when it started, Wei Siyun always came to her room in the middle of the night, came to see her without alarming anyone, and then rushed back to the palace in front of the court.

The people in the garden didn't seem to know, and no one had ever been in front of her.

If He Yunchu hadn't slept so dead, he probably wouldn't have known.

The man cautiously glanced at himself, a long journey from the palace to the mansion.

But he never alarmed himself, just made some intimate little gestures.

It was the same night.

Wei Siyun finished dialing He Yunchu's forehead, tucked the quilt, and looked at her for a long time through the candlestick at night, and then planned to get up and leave.

After the night from the Liang Mansion, he did not come to the mansion during the day.

First, because it is close to the end of the year, it is really impossible to distinguish the gods during the day.

Second, I don't know if He Yunchu wants to see him, he obviously made He Yunchu unhappy that night.

There was silence between them, as if they were all waiting.

Wei Siyun sighed softly before leaving, but when he got up to leave, his sleeves were suddenly clutched—

Looking back, He Yunchu didn't know when he woke up, his eyes were not sleepy, and he looked at him fixedly.

“......”

Wei Siyun spoke first, his voice a little hoarse: "Did you wake you up?" ”

He Yunchu shook his head, but the hand holding his cuff did not move.

"Thirsty?" Wei Siyun continued to guess: "I'll go pour you water." ”

Pulling back his sleeves from He Yunchu's hand, Wei Siyun went to the table and poured water, poured some hot water from the simmering hot water on the charcoal basin, and warmed a cup of water, and then returned to the bedside.

He Yunchu sat up silently, took two sips of water from Wei Siyun's hand, and then turned his face away.

Wei Siyun put the water down, and silence returned between the two.

"Why do you always come in the middle of the night?"

This time, it was He Yunchu who spoke first.

Wei Siyun is usually high, but when he was asked by He Yunchu, he showed a wry smile: "I'm afraid you're still angry and don't want to see me." ”

Two people, one leaning against the bed, the other sitting on the edge of the bed, facing each other.

He Yunchu absurdly gave birth to a sense of absurdity of an ordinary husband and wife.

Then he thought that if Wei Siyun was an ordinary man, wearing coarse cloth clothes and working in the fields during the day, then it would be impossible for him to wear such a well-dressed dress at night.

She imagined the scene of Wei Siyun wearing a coarse coat and covered in mud, and couldn't help but sneer.

Wei Siyun was stunned.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had seen He Yunchu smile like this.

There was no psychological burden at all, but it made him feel flustered: "... What to laugh at? ”

"I think you're a little guy doing rough work."

Wei Siyun also laughed: "Then you are Miss Tu of the landlord's family?" ”

He Yunchu didn't say what he was, but slowly leaned over to Wei Siyun and put himself on his shoulder.

There was a look of disbelief in Wei Siyun's eyes.