After hearing these words, she no longer had the heart to step forward and talk to her father.

The whole person's eyes were blank, and he walked back in a trance.

When passing by the lake.

Snow-blue brocade shoes tread over the damp, sticky soil of the lake.

Leave a circle of dirt marks on the edge of the embroidered shoe.

Shen Zuihuan's mind is now full of uncertain words about life and death.

From his father's words, Gu Changce seemed to have met the Hun King of Hutu in Daijun.

Although she is almost always closed on weekdays, no one in the entire Liang knows the Huns.

That man has always been the god of killing by the people on the border.

Cruel and violent, it can stop children crying at night.

But he is like a god in his army, and he is a natural general. Most of the border generals can't do anything about him.

Thinking like this, Shen Zuihuan suddenly felt his hands and feet soften.

The sun was scorching overhead.

The air in front of me is a little blurred.

But Shen Zuihuan suddenly felt a layer of cold sweat on his back

A drop of sweat slipped down her forehead and happened to fall on her long eyelashes, and her eyes were blurry.

Now I just want to hurry back to the general's mansion to see Gu Tang.

She desperately tried to grab on to something so that she wouldn't fall down in embarrassment right away.

At this time, a clear male voice suddenly came from behind him: "..... Huanhuan? ”

She snapped back from her distracted state and turned her head away in a bit of panic.

But he didn't notice it for a while, and stepped on the slippery moss spreading by the lake.

The whole person leaned back uncontrollably.

"Plop-" fell into the nearby lake.

In an instant, the lake rushed into her chest, wrapping her whole body tightly.

She felt like she couldn't breathe, struggled, struggled......

Seeing the man in white in the distance gradually approaching, he was indifferent.

He looked at the woman who was dying in the lake with a cold and indifferent expression.

The right hand is still subconsciously turning the jade wrench on the left hand.

This is his usual move when weighing the pros and cons.

Consciousness gradually blurred.

"Eldest sister!"

With a woman's exclamation, Shen Zuihuan suddenly woke up.

——

When she sat up from the couch, the thrill of the lake filling her lungs had not completely dissipated.

I slept groggily all day.

It was dark now, and the whole inner room was even darker.

The incense pieces in the incense burner had been burned, and the corner of the eye swept over, and only some flickering bright light could be seen.

Due to the rain last night, the air around me was humid and sticky.

Tired of people, it makes people feel uncomfortable all over.

Pondering gradually returns.

The woman's slender jade fingers sank deep into the futon.

Her eyes glazed off.

The white greasy face was even more damp and cold.

In the silence of the room, there was a faint sound of sobbing.

Then, the voice of grief grew louder and louder.

A string that had been stretched in her heart for a long time suddenly broke at this moment.

Shen Zuihuan bit his lip, and a series of tears rolled down from his eyes uncontrollably.

Following the soft line of the face, it landed on the back of the plain white hand.

"Click, click—"

She lowered her eyes and stared blankly at the water trail that gradually appeared on the back of her hand.

Dreams alternate with reality, and images keep popping up in her mind.

At the same time, she felt as if her heart was tightly surrounded by a golden thread.

The pain of being crushed.

The pain gradually spread throughout her body, making her barely able to straighten up.

Shen Zuihuan's two thin white arms were raised.

Cover the lower part of your cheeks tightly with your hands.

I only felt dizzy, and my eyes were blackened for a while.

...... It turned out that Gu Changce didn't carry her behind her back to raise the outer room...

He asked the emperor to give her a marriage, and he treated her well when he lost his memory....

Shen Zuihuan thought to himself, in fact, he also likes her, right?

Although in the two years in Yanmen, Gu Changce was angry and did not reply to her letters.

But in fact, I still miss her, right?

He actually ...... And didn't give up on himself, right....

Don't be lonely, split the hairpin for five years.

..... It was just a misunderstanding....

If she didn't have amnesia, if she didn't have amnesia.....

Are they separated now, and have nothing to do with each other in this life?

As soon as she thought of this possibility, she suddenly couldn't help but cry.

She suddenly wanted to see Gu Changce, and suddenly she had a lot to say to him....

The cold light of the moon shone in through the window, casting the woman's slender figure on the screen at the moon gate.

The shadows on the screen were trembling slightly.

After a while, Shen Zuihuan's mood calmed down slightly.

She gasped hard, picked up a handkerchief in her hand and wiped her crying messy little face.

She didn't know how to march, but she wasn't stupid enough to send a message to Gu Changce now that she had recovered her memory.

On the battlefield, there is no room for distraction.

Therefore, no matter how hot and anxious the affection in her heart is now, she can only wait quietly for him to come back.

But this non-stop dream all day has already made it difficult for Shen Zuihuan to fall asleep.

Suddenly, she lifted the futon that covered her.

Put on shoes and socks, put on a thin coat and went to bed.

Walk to the moon gate and light a palace lamp.

The firelight flickered, and the dim candlelight illuminated the inner room for a moment.

She carefully refreshed her hand at it.

After wiping his face with a dry towel, he was ready to go back to bed.

Shen Zuihuan suddenly paused, and then turned around and went to the side of the red sandalwood moire top box.

When she opened the door, her face was slightly red, and she took out a dark shirt from it.

Only then did he return to the couch with his arms.

The woman's little white face was buried deep in her dark clothes, and she closed her eyes contentedly when every breath was filled with the clear breath of her heart.

——

Early in the morning of the second day, when Shen Zuihuan returned to his room after breakfast.

Gu Tang came to her with a pen and paper in his hand.

She was sitting at her desk at the time and reading the travelogue that Gu Changce gave her.

Seeing the little girl running in in a panic.

He gently placed the scroll in his hand, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Shen Zuihuan was a little puzzled in his heart.

Gu Tang was obsessed with practicing swordsmanship with General Gongsun a few days ago, and his studies had been abandoned for half a month.

At first, she persuaded a little bit, but then when the little girl shed tears, she was reluctant.

How today.... She actually took the initiative to come to her own writing?

Just thinking about it, Gu Tang ran to her with two little short legs.

Shen Zuihuan hurriedly turned around.

Clean and slightly cool fingers lightly held Gu Tang's hot hand, pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay Tangtang, run slowly, don't fall." ”

Hearing her mother call her "Tang Tang", Gu Tang's original momentum suddenly converged by two points.

It becomes gentle and soft.

She looked up with a little face and asked her in a milky voice: "Mother, I want to write a letter to Jiang Zhimiao, but I can't write some words, can you teach me?" ”