Wan Ning stroked the bed that her father had slept on, as if it was still warm.

She held her father's urn in her arms.

Gao Ziang gently opened the door, walked to Wan Ning's side gently, and sat down on the footrest next to the bed. Wan Ning buried her head and quietly shed tears. She saw her brother come to her side, tilted his head, and leaned against him.

Gao Ziang gently wiped the tears on her face: "Wanning, it's cold on the ground." ”

Wan Ning didn't speak, but her eyes were even more lonely.

"Let's go back to our room." Gao Ziang persuaded her.

"I'm going to guard my father."

"At this hour, it's time for my uncle to rest, so let's not disturb him."

Wan Ning's eyes brightened slightly, and she got up and gently placed the urn beside her. Then he dusted off all the dust on the bed and spread the quilt very smoothly.

After finishing her work, Wan Ning stared at the bed for a long time, feeling pretty good. Only then did he say reassuringly: "Brother, let's go." ”

She hugged the urn, and Gao Ziang helped her out of the room.

Wanning returned to her room and found the most appropriate place to place the urn.

Xiao Feiyan and Ning Zhu, who were ready for everything, carefully waited for Wanning to go to bed.

Sending Wanning back to the room, Gao Ziang just walked outside his guest room, felt dull inside, and didn't want to go back to the house for the time being, so he stopped and decided to stay outside the room for a while.

He held on to the wooden railing with both hands and sighed sadly alone.

Yi'er heard the voice of the young master coming back, and hurriedly came out to accompany him at the door without saying a word.

"Young master, you will be better to Miss Wanning in the future, she is so pitiful."

Although Yi'er was right, it made Gao Ziang a little uncomfortable.

Yi'er has a feeling of concern for Wanning.

The two talked for a while, and Gao Ziang estimated that Wanning was going to bed, so he said to Yi'er: "Yi'er, you go back to the room first, and I will accompany Wanning tonight." ”

"Young Master, but—"

"But what! I'm not in that mood, so you can just don't make a noise about it in the future. ”

Yi'er responded: "Little nature won't speak." ”

Gao Ziang walked generously to Wanning's house before Xiao Feiyan locked the door: "Sister Wan, I will stay with you tonight." ”

"How can this be?" Wan Ning hesitated, she glanced at her father's urn and said, "Father can look at it, how can we sleep together?" ”

"Don't worry, when am I still ignorant? I don't want you to face such a big deal alone. My brother just wants to guard you, and I won't sleep with my sister because my uncle is watching. ”

Wan Ning said slowly: "Brother, thank you for caring about me so much. ”

"Girl, don't talk to me about the outside world, it's such a time, how can I not care about you?"

Xiao Feiyan understood what Wan Ning meant to agree with Gao Ziang to stay, she looked at Ning Zhu and said, "Ning Zhu, let's go sleep in another room." ”

Ning Zhu promised: "Okay." ”

After Wanning bathed, she wore thin clothes. The thin clouds covered the bright moon at some point, and the cool breeze gusted, and she couldn't help but shiver.

Gao Ziang hurriedly closed the window.

Wan Ning slept on the same bed as she was in the house, and her body was very large. In the house, in order to facilitate the maid's service, the footsteps are made very large, and the maid can serve by his side all night.

Coming here, of course, it was also for the convenience of the maid to serve, so I chose the same style of big bed.

Gao Ziang decided to sleep on the couch next to the bed tonight.

Wan Ning was originally opposed, how could her brother sleep where the maid slept? But there is really no other place for him to sleep, so he can only be wronged.

Gao Ziang is naturally informal.

Wan Ning still continued her previous sleeping habits in the house, lighting candles all night, but it was not so bright, only a little faint light, which would not affect her sleep.

"Everything came so suddenly and so hurriedly, brother, you tell me, I'm dreaming, am I?" Wan Ning, who was lying on his side, said suddenly.

Gao Ziang didn't answer him, but only heard Wan Ning's crying again. His heart was sour, he got up and lay down on Wan Ning's bed, and hugged Wan Ning tightly in his arms.

Sister, I will be your relative from now on. He meditated in his heart.

Gao Ziang only hopes that under his own protection, Wanning will not be so sad.

Under the careful care of Gao Ziang, the maid and his subordinates, Wanning, who stayed in Liangzhou for three days, decided to return to the capital.

Although I haven't packed my mood yet, since I have decided to go back to Beijing, the first thing I need to do is pack all my belongings.

All of her father's things, Wan Ning did not allow anyone to touch them, she had to clean up by herself, and only allowed Gao Ziang to help her on the side.

When Wan Ning cleaned up her father's desk, she found that her father had written a few lines of poetry, the meaning of which was incoherent and intermittent.

"Gou Yu is upright, although it is far away, what hurts?"

"The mountains are high and cover the sun, and it is dark and rainy. The snow is endless, and the clouds are cloudy. ”

"Huaixin wabi, suddenly I will do it."

Wanning couldn't wait to show Gao Ziang: "Brother, look, my father wrote it, this is Qu Yuan's poem - "Shijiang", Qu Yuan expressed in the poem that virtuous people were persecuted. My father would not have written this for no reason, his death must have something to do with the ministers of the court, and maybe my father was also persecuted. ”

"Sister Wan, in fact, I already know that Uncle Li is not infected with the plague. At first, I was only suspicious, but all of us had close contact with Uncle Li at the last moment, regardless of everything, but none of us were infected. Why is Uncle Li so easily infected? By the way—" At this time, he remembered again, "the imperial doctor who diagnosed Uncle Li when he was dying said that Uncle Li did not seem to be infected with the plague. It's just that I was so immersed in the grief of Uncle Li's passing away that I couldn't think of anything. Later, when I thought about the words of the imperial doctor, I was even more sure that Uncle Li was not infected with the plague. ”

Gao Ziang continued to explain: "Sister, I don't mean to hide it from you, from that day to now, you have no time to think about the cause of Uncle Li's illness at all. ”

"Brother, you don't have to explain, I understand. I also thought for a long time that my father knew that the plague was contagious, but he still allowed himself to be close to him. This shows that my father must have lied to me because he knew that he was not infected with the plague. But why did my father lie to me? ”

"I think Uncle Li has his own troubles." Gao Ziang looked at the few pages of paper that Wan Ning held in his hand and said, "These few lines of poetry can indeed reflect Uncle Li's state of mind, and you can speculate on some things, but they can't be used as evidence to judge the case." Sister Wan, don't just say that it must not be certain. Also, you have to protect yourself, just talk to me about this, don't go out publicly, don't startle the snake, and put yourself in a dangerous situation. Or, maybe this is Uncle Li's trouble, he doesn't want his sister to be in danger, and Uncle wants his family to be safe. ”