Mrs. Wong brought her breakfast this morning was a bowl of minced pork porridge and a small cup of mutton stewed spinach and tofu.

The mutton is warm and replenished, and Yunzhong City is located in the north, and the wind is strong and cold.

Most of the people in the city like to eat mutton.

But Shen Zuihuan is a native of Chang'an, so he can't get used to the fishy smell of this mutton.

Seeing that her face was pale, Mrs. Huang hurriedly took the small cup of mutton stewed spinach and tofu a little farther away.

Then he handed the porridge and said, "Madame, try this, the minced meat in this porridge is chicken, and it is not fishy." ”

As she spoke, she leaned closer and said, "The oil used to boil porridge is also millet oil, not meat oil." ”

After Shen Zuihuan took it, he thanked her gratefully.

Her voice was thin and soft, and Madame Huang's gaze unconsciously fell on the slender snow wrist that stretched out from the misty blue sleeves.

An inconspicuous distress flashed in his eyes.

Her warm palm shook Shen Zuihuan's wrist, and said with some embarrassment: "Good sister, you need to eat something to make up for your body, how can you be so thin!" ”

She's a cool person, so she is used to being blunt when she talks.

Mrs. Huang gestured and said to her, "My little niece of twelve or thirteen years old has almost thicker wrists than yours. ”

Shen Zuihuan has been with her for a while, so she also knows that she has no bad intentions, and she said this for her own good.

So he took a spoon in his hand, scooped a large mouthful of minced porridge and swallowed it, and smiled at her with curved lips.

Mrs. Huang was stunned for a moment.

Immediately laughed.

She looked at Shen Zuihuan and was a little dazed for a while.

For some reason, this noble general's wife from Beijing is obviously less than two years younger than her in terms of age, but she always feels that she has a childishness that does not match her age.

Every time she saw her, Mrs. Huang inexplicably wanted to treat her as a junior in the family.

It's weird.

Shen Zuihuan drank a small half bowl of porridge and felt a little full.

It's just that the face still doesn't look very good.

Not only is his face pale, but there is also a faint layer of blue and black floating under his eyes.

It looks like he's in a trance.

Seeing this, Mrs. Huang hurriedly said to her: "Presumably, my sister must not have rested well last night, so my sister will not bother for the first time, you can sleep well for a while and recuperate." ”

Hearing this, Shen Zui wanted to open his mouth to save it.

But when she got up from the stool, she felt dizzy.

The strange feeling from last night came back to me.

Her thin figure was a little shaky, and in desperation, she had to nod to Mrs. Huang apologetically.

"Sister Huang, I'm really sorry today, I'll look for you in the afternoon when I'm better."

When these words fell, Mrs. Huang held her hand and smiled: "What's sorry about this." Master Gu went out to fight, you and Tang Tang stayed in the clouds, you called me sister, it is reasonable, sister has to take care of you, right? ”

As she spoke, she let go of Shen Zuihuan's hand and walked to the door.

The moment before he was about to step out of the door, he deliberately turned around and repeatedly admonished: "Good sister, if there is anything, remember to send someone to call me, I have been in the yard all day today." ”

Hearing this, Shen Zuihuan nodded gratefully.

After Mrs. Huang leaves.

She slammed the door shut.

Although the rain had stopped last night, there was still a cool dampness in the air.

She wore only a thin autumn shirt.

When the cuffs were raised, the bare skin trembled slightly.

The feeling of dizziness in the mind is even worse.

At this moment, she even suspected that she was also infected with wind and cold?

The woman's thin back was clinging to the hard door panel behind her.

She craned her neck slightly, and the back of her head rested against the door panel for a moment.

Only then did he walk to the couch with vague steps, and then fell headlong on the couch.

The soothing incense that burned last night was not burned.

Accompanied by a familiar smell.

Shen Zuihuan closed his eyes and entered a dark and sweet country.

At the same time, she gradually cleared away the plausible fog that had plagued her all night......

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At the end of the third year of Motokaku, December.

Midwinter, Shen House.

It snowed heavily last night.

Until this morning, when the snow first stopped, the whole courtyard seemed to be shrouded in a white expanse.

Most of the plants planted in the yard have withered.

There are only a few bamboos left to decorate the snow, straight and shake the green.

The winter sun is tired, and it shines gently on the earth.

The snow and ice on the eaves of the roof gradually melted, and fell down the arc of the bricks.

All of a sudden.

On the snow-covered bluestone path, a blue satin embroidered shoe appeared.

As the woman's lotus steps moved slightly, there was a small collapse sound on the snow.

Shen Zuihuan was wearing a stone blue brocade crane.

The long hair rubs the waist, and the hosta is gently pulled, making a small face more white and tender.

It's just that her expression is tense now.

is young, but with a bit of dignified and old age on his face.

At first glance, it looks a little out of place with that slightly childish little face.

The direction she is walking in now is the side gate of the house.

Fang Cai Qiuyan was paid by her for other reasons.

She sat on the couch in the room, thought about it for a long time, and finally wanted to come out and have a look.

She stood quietly under a pine tree and waited for a long time.

The snow particles on the pine branches fell on her supple black hair, and the accustomed people didn't even care about it now.

Until he heard a few slight knocks on the door, Shen Zuihuan's eyes lit up.

She walked over briskly and opened the door.

I saw a middle-aged man with a thin figure and a royal blue jacket standing outside the door.

He had several letterboxes in his hands.

It is a messenger who has come to deliver the letter.

Seeing this, Shen Zuihuan's eyes flashed slightly.

And when the believer saw the person in front of him, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that the person who came to open the door this time was her.

He hurriedly bowed his hand and shouted, "Miss." ”

Shen Zuihuan heard this, and pretended to be calm "um".

After a pause, she added knowingly: "Are you here to deliver the letter?" ”

As these words fell, the believer's hand holding the letter paused imperceptibly.

He smiled and said, "Yes, it's all letters sent to the master by people from outside." ”

Her hands, hidden under her cuffs, tightened slightly, though she tried to restrain herself.

But he still couldn't hold back, and asked him, "Is it all for my father?" .... Nope..."

Didn't give it to her?

Could it be that after Gu Changce went to the side plug, he really forgot about her?

A whole month passed, and she sent him five, six, seven, or eight letters.

He didn't say a word.

The believer nodded blankly.

Shen Zuihuan bit his lip, then turned around in despair and walked towards his yard again.