Jingzhou is in winter, which is the coldest time, Qingyang Hou seems to be particularly afraid of the cold, and when the three of them walked into the house, they were startled by the hot air on their faces.

Every three or five steps in the room of the three links, there is a charcoal stove, the scarlet red light through the copper surface carved by the floating clouds burns people's eyes, and the whole room seems to be full of red light at first glance, which looks a little weird.

The maid at the door saw Ding Zhaoliu and whispered inside: "The young master is here." ”

After a while, a woman with a soup bowl in her hand came out of the inner room, delicate and slender, with a plain face, dressed in a dress of clear water, and a delicate earring hanging from her earlobe, indicating that her heart was out of step with the sickness of the room.

She handed the medicine bowl to the maid, and said softly: "Zhaoliu is here, your father called you several times today, and I was talking to him about you." ”

Ding Zhaoliu snorted, didn't say much, and only led Jiang Fuyuan inside.

Leaving the woman bored, standing in place and snorting, when Jiang Fuyuan looked back at her, she could still see that her eyes were slightly red.

Seeing that the woman was serving in the Qingyang Marquis's house, and she was not dressed like a subordinate, Jiang Fuyuan couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Who is she?" ”

Ding Zhaoliu replied in a low voice: "She is my father's concubine, just call her Aunt Qu." ”

There are many such dramas in Houmen's deep house, and Jiang Fuyi, who is a family matter, is not good to ask, so he bows slightly at her, and then follows Ding Zhaoliu to Qingyang Hou's bed.

Qingyang Hou was already thin at the moment, lying under the heavy brocade quilt in a thin piece, almost unable to see the quilt undulating, and a layer of skin on the high raised cheekbones undulated with his breathing, proving his survival.

"Daddy." Ding Zhaoliu approached the head of his bed and raised his voice slightly to call him.

After waiting for a while, Qingyang Hou seemed to hear this call, and opened his eyes with great difficulty to look at the bedside.

Half-squinted, his eyes widened, and he made a ho-ho sound in his throat, like a bellows.

Ding Zhaoliu hurriedly picked up the warm water that was always available on the side, helped his upper body, and slowly fed him.

"Dad, don't worry, I'm back."

Most of the water fed in came out, wetting Ding Zhaoliu's cuffs.

He put down the water glass indifferently, picked up the clean handkerchief on the side and wiped the water stains on Qingyanghou's chin and neck mixed with saliva, and only after cleaning it did he re-support Qingyanghou's upper body and let him lie down slowly.

Qingyanghou, who was lying down, blinked his eyes with difficulty, and shouted in a dumb voice: "Zhaoliu ......"

Ding Zhaoliu didn't have time to agree, his eyes were dilated again, and he changed his name when he shouted again: "Shansheng...... Good Life ......"

"Oops, Master Hou is confused again." Aunt Qu didn't know when she stood behind them, and when she heard the voice of Qingyang Hou, she hurriedly squeezed over a few people and sat sideways on the side of the bed, "Master Hou, this is Zhaoliu, you, you're tired and confused again......"

Saying that, she turned her head and smiled faintly at a few people: "Master Hou is tired, Zhaoliu might as well take your friends to your own yard to play, be careful of your illness." ”

At this time, an old woman's voice came from outside the door: "But the young master is back?" Young Master, Madame is waiting for you. ”

When Aunt Qu heard this, she hurriedly got up and urged: "Sister is looking for you, Zhaoliu, go quickly." ”

Jiang Fuyuan's gaze swept from Qingyang Hou on the bed to Aunt Qu who was rubbing her hands cramped, how did she think something was weird.

didn't have time to think about it, Ding Zhaoliu answered the people outside, and led Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Yifeng out of this stove-like room.

Mama Lin outside the door is Mrs. Qingyang Hou, the nurse of Ding Zhaoliu's biological mother, who accompanied her to marry into the Qingyang Hou Mansion, and watched Ding Zhaoliu grow up, she is half of Ding Zhaoliu's elder, so she spoke to him with a little more of the elders' earnest advice.

"Young master, how many times has Madam said that you should go to Nuanyun Pavilion less." She said to Ding Zhaoliu as she walked, "Master Hou's illness is strange, in case he can get over......"

Ding Zhaoliu couldn't stand Mama Lin's complaints, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Mama Lin, I still have guests......

Mama Lin stopped at this time, saved some face for the little master, and only sighed and led the three of them to Wanyuan, where Mrs. Qingyang Hou lived.

When he arrived at Wanyuan, Ding Zhaoliu was obviously much more relaxed than in the Nuanyun Pavilion where the Marquis of Qingyang was located, and he also lost the shelf of Shaoqing of Dali Temple when he was outside, his pace was brisk, his voice was excited, and he shouted like a young man who had not grown up: "Mother, I'm back!" ”

Yi Jiaoyan had already heard her son's voice, and came out to greet her with a smile: "Why did you come back later today......

Seeing the two people behind Ding Zhaoliu, she paused, and then said with a smile: "I said, it turns out that a friend is here, come in, it's cold outside." ”

Compared with the warm cloud pavilion, the layout of Wanyuan is much more transparent and atmospheric, and the house furnishings are mainly simple and elegant, which makes people feel open-minded and cheerful when they enter.

It's just that for the residence of a Hou Mansion's mother, it seems a little too open, but a little empty and lonely.

Entering the main house, Jiang Fuyuan's eyes couldn't help but fall on a silver-headed red tassel gun, the head of the gun was cold and cold, it was definitely not a playful thing, and he knew that it could really hurt people when he looked at it.

She couldn't help but ask, "This is Madame's weapon?" ”

Yi Jiaoyan followed her gaze and looked at the spear, and the corners of her mouth raised: "Yes, my Yi family has always been famous for marksmanship, and I also learned it from my brothers when I was a child."

She paused, then smirked, "But I haven't touched it since I got here." ”

Ding Zhaoliu interjected and took the opportunity to praise her mother: "When I was a child, I heard Mama Lin say that my mother held a gun and called her a heroic and sassy woman. ”

"It's sweet in your mouth." Yi Jiaoyan smiled and pretended to twist his ears, "Don't be poor, don't introduce your friends to my mother." ”

Ding Zhaoliu sighed, and honestly turned his head to introduce them one by one.

"This is Zhong Yongfeng, the general of Zhongwu, and this is ......" He choked up, and suddenly didn't know how to introduce Jiang Fuyuan.

After quietly raising his eyelids and peeking at his mother, he gritted his teeth and said directly: "This is Mu Xiangu." ”

Yi Jiaoyan's smile froze, and Ding Zhaoliu hurriedly added: "Mu Xiangu has nothing to do with Dao Palace, she is not Kun Dao." ”

Yi Jiaoyan's expression soothed and gradually returned to nature.

The maid brought warm flower tea, and she personally poured a cup for all three of them, allowing them to hold warm hands.

Ding Zhaoliu saw that the atmosphere was relaxed, and took the opportunity to say: "Mother, Mu Xiangu went to Nuanyun Pavilion just now, and said that there are spirits in the courtyard over there from my father. ”

"Oh?" Yi Jiaoyan's hand sipping tea was lowered, and she couldn't help but ask Jiang Fuyuan, "Mu Xiangu, do you recognize what kind of spirit it is?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan shook his head: "I'm not sure yet, there are many spirits that cry like babies, and it is difficult to distinguish without more clues." ”

Yi Jiaoyan exclaimed: "Do you still hear the screams of the spirits?" ”

Ding Zhaoliu explained: "It's not just now, it's that I heard ...... in the middle of the night."

Halfway through his sentence, he realized that he had said the wrong thing and immediately shut up.

But it was too late, Yi Jiaoyan grasped the point: "When did you go to Nuanyun Pavilion in the middle of the night?" I'm not saying let you go less! I also heard the screams of the spirits and didn't tell me, the wings are stiff, right? ”

is worthy of being a female general who has practiced guns since childhood, Yi Jiaoyan trained Ding Zhaoliu three or two times and did not dare to come out, so she could only beg for mercy repeatedly: "Mother, mother, General Zhong and Mu Xiangu are still there......"

"Ahem." Yi Jiaoyan let him go, cleared her throat and returned to her gentle appearance, "How is the fairy girl going to find this spirit?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan took a sip of flower tea and said lightly: "It's easy to find out, just draw a talisman." ”

Jiang Fuyuan: There's nothing that can't be done with one symbol, if it doesn't work, then two.

(End of chapter)