Murong Qian always felt that Liu Jie treated her too specially, but after chatting, Liu Jie was always vague, and it was inconvenient for her to identify herself, so she had to go back to the Dashuai Mansion in a daze.

After returning to the Grand Marshal's Mansion, she always felt that since she took care of Yunlan and traveled far away, the Grand Marshal's Mansion became empty.

This feeling was different from what he felt when he was too busy to see anyone, except for curiosity about what he was busy with, he was a little more uneasy.

But the days are not only about petting cats, there are still many things to do.

While waiting for the news of the sixth son, she riveted the architectural drawings with all her might, and at the same time handed them over to Uncle Yan this day, she also asked him to hand over a post to Wei Yan, asking him to meet him tomorrow morning at Tingyuxuan by the South Lake.

Tingyuxuan is a garden-style teahouse along the South Lake, which is a good place to enjoy the cool in summer and enjoy the snow in Haicheng in winter.

It's just that the north wind is blowing, but it is not yet the snow season, and it is slightly depressed, but the weeping willows are still there, and the lake surface is hazy, which also has a different meaning.

Gu Yunlan had been away for half a month, and there was still more than a month before the winter solstice, Murong Qian was a little impatient, so when she went out this morning, she first went to Santong to ask him about his situation, and asked Santong to help deliver a letter to him, and then took the car to Nanhu.

Uncle Gu drove, and she sat in the back seat.

Recently, she has always had insomnia at night, so she would close her eyes and take a nap while asking, "Does the Yan family know about the master's participation in the revolutionary party?" ”

Uncle Yan's hand holding the steering wheel tightened, and the car flicked its tail slightly, Murong Qian felt the swing, and he didn't need an answer, so he said lightly, "I'll squint for a while, and call me when I get to the ground." ”

Murong Qian didn't arrive early, but he waited for more than half an hour before Wei Yan and Yan Ruyu arrived.

Wei Yan didn't look like he had woken up when he entered the box, yawning and saying, "Good sister, what is the important thing that is worth asking someone for tea in the morning." ”

As he spoke, he walked over to the table and sat down on the stool.

Murong Qian was holding a teacup at that time, tasting the freshly boiled Jiuqu red plum, and without saying a word, he directly put the white porcelain cup on the table with a "bang".

The tea soup rippled in the cup, but it didn't spill at all.

Wei Yan was so frightened that his heart trembled, and he stretched out his hand to pull Yan Ruyu, who was about to sit down on the side, and he regretted it a little after pulling, he was so afraid, it seemed that he was so weak-hearted.

So he sat on the stool, and deliberately pretended to be relaxed and joked with a smile, "Good sister, if you are too angry, you will become ugly!" ”

Yan Ruyu took off her sunglasses, saw Wei Yan's cowardice, and thought that when he first came, he magnified in the car and said that everything was under control, and he just wanted to laugh.

However, he saw that Murong on the other side was not visible, and there was a bit of intimidating power in the faint way, which was indeed terrifying.

But he is dignified and young, how can he show his cowardice.

Yan Ruyu coughed twice, calmly greeted Murong with a shallow chin and sat down elegantly.

Murong Qian's face was slightly cold, and he asked Wei Yandao, "Say it!" Who told you to come back? ”

Wei Yan had already poured his own tea, poured another cup for Yan Ruyu, took a sip, nodded and praised "good tea", and then saw Murong Qian's slightly serious appearance, before he suddenly said, "Look at what my sister said, we naturally miss our homeland and relatives when we come back, what else can we call back." ”

The reason why Murong Qian asked to release classmate Zhang before was that if he could save him, he would save it, and secondly, he would treat it as a misunderstanding and let Wei Yan go home to explain.

She even asked him out for so long to help him dispel other people's suspicions, and no one could get a word of truth.

She stared at him, "You can use this to deceive Aunt Jie, and don't use it to prevaricate me." ”

Wei Yan raised his voice and exaggerated, "Good sister, what you said is not right, how can I bear to lie to my mother, you don't know that every time I see my mother holding your photo and washing her face with tears, it is called a torment in my heart, and I almost leaked my mouth several times." ”

Murong Qian was a little moved, but quickly suppressed her emotions, she picked up an envelope placed on the table, threw it in front of Wei Yan, and said, "You really don't cry when you don't see the coffin?" ”

Wei Yan was a little uneasy by her posture, glanced at Yan Ruyu, timidly picked up the envelope and opened it, and looked at Yan Ruyu who came over.

Inside the envelope was a stack of photographs of a student's application to join the organization, recent instructions, and sneaky photos of meeting with some people.

When Yan Ruyu saw it, she arched her hand towards Wei Yan, raised her eyebrows at him and looked at Murong Qian, "Your sister, you can do it." ”

Wei Yan realized the seriousness of the problem, put away his cynicism, his expression became serious, took those photos, and asked Murong Qian, "Where are you from?" ”

"I'm asking you." Murong Qianran picked up the teacup, sniffed the fragrance of tea lightly, took a sip, put down the teacup, and then smiled and looked at Wei Yan.

Wei Yan and Yan Ruyu exchanged a look, silently avoiding Murong Qian's gaze.

Yan Ruyu smiled and said, "Miss Murong, first of all, only Brother Wei and I know about the fact that you may have built an arsenal, so you don't have to worry about this." ”

The climate in the north is not as cold as in the south, and it snows a few times in September.

The Yangcheng will be covered with ice and snow, and the eyes are covered with snow, and the general coat and jacket are not enough to keep out the cold.

Gu Yunlan and Lao Zhang both wore mink, furry hats, and wrapped their faces in scarves.

Lao Zhang's hands were staggered into his sleeves, his neck was shrunk and his back was bent, and he was quite afraid of the smell of the frozen uncle.

Gu Yunlan is okay, in order to hide his identity, he wears a miscellaneous mink and his posture is straight, and he does not hide his demeanor.

This will be he walked in front, Lao Zhang followed by half a step slowly, the two of them had a sentence, none of them said, and their eyes looked at the tall man in front of him wrapped in a cotton coat from time to time.

The man entered an inn, and they followed him not long after.

They stayed here for a few days, and as soon as they entered the door, the guy greeted them warmly, "Master, have you heard the news today?" ”

Lao Zhang took off his scarf and hat and said, "These days, it's not easier to find someone than to make a fortune." ”

The guy said, "Don't worry, no news is good news." ”

Lao Zhang said "um", "To borrow your auspicious words, today is the same, first send mutton soup and wine to the room, give us the cold, and the meal can be slower." ”

The guy yelled and went to get busy.

Lao Zhang went up to the room on the second floor with Gu Yunlan, he put the things he took off on the table at the entrance, and read, "It's so cold this day, you have to suffer this sin." ”

Gu Yunlan's scarf and hat had also been put down, and he was taking off his leather gloves, and he couldn't help coughing twice when he had a cold, "Keep an eye on it." ”

The man was quick to do things, and had already brought in soup, wine, and a letter that had just arrived.

Gu Yunlan sat down at the table, originally reached out to serve the sheep soup to ward off the cold, and saw that the envelope was very different from the usual use of the three links, and his heart moved, and he grabbed the letter with his hand.

Lao Zhang was a white eye, looking at Gu Yunlan and reading the letter, the corners of his lips, eyebrows and eyes were all smiling, and he was curious to take a look, but he didn't get it.

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