The sycamore is raining, but it is a cold day in autumn.

Chen Mingye finished breakfast, looked at the beautiful woman opposite, thought about it again and again, and finally said: "Xiao Ying'er, I said at that time that there is still a Qingxuan sect in Kyoto, and I am afraid I have to leave." ”

Jiang Ying's hand holding the bowl trembled slightly, but she didn't look up at him, but asked lightly, "When are you leaving?"

She didn't ask how long she had been going, nor did she ask when she returned, but she seemed to have expected it in her heart.

"Today. Chen Mingye looked at her and spit out two words.

Jiang Ying put down the dishes and chopsticks in her hand, finally raised her head, and only looked at him deeply: "Will you come back, right?"

"Yes," Chen Mingye nodded affirmatively, "After all, Xiao Ying'er is still here." ”

Jiang Yingxueyan did not blush, but nodded seriously, and said softly: "I said, I'll wait for you to come back." ”

Chen Mingye was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered the scene when he parted with her and went to Qingxuan that day, at that time, the woman in front of him also looked at him like this, whispering softly like a dream.

What a simple word, for a woman, it is also a cruel word.

Chen Mingye sighed slightly: "Xiao Ying'er, if you have a little free today, how about accompanying me to see Uncle Jiang again?"

"Good. Jiang Ying responded, "Let's go in a while, while it's still early, don't miss the time of your departure." ”

The two little maids behind them were originally quietly smiling, but they were glanced at by Jiang Ying, and the two quickly restrained their smiles and obediently came up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Chen Mingye looked at the sky outside the window, the autumn wind was bleak, and the rain was continuous, which really made people not feel interested in going out.

"Let's go. He stood up.

Jiang Ying followed silently and walked with him to the court.

Behind her, the maid with a small round face pushed the girl next to her: "Bao'er, I'll take it, you ask the housekeeper to prepare the carriage, rain gear, flowers, wine, etc., Miss, they are going to worship the old marquis." ”

"Okay," the little girl nodded, and ran all the way out.

Chen Mingye and Jiang Ying were silent all the way, and when they walked through the corridor, he deliberately put some steps to look at the purple orchids that grew under the eaves.

"These flowers and grasses, you have a heart," Chen Mingye turned his head to look at the woman who had been following him, and chuckled.

"It's just what my father used to like, and I'm just keeping it for some thought. Jiang Ying glanced at him and said lightly.

Raindrops slide down the eaves and "crackle" on the petals, and the small flowers look particularly delicate in the wind and rain.

Chen Mingye asked, "Aren't you distressed?"

"My father said that all things are alive, and each of them thrives in the face of the wind and rain in the sun. No one can always be sunny, and that kind of thing has long since died, and no one can always withstand the wind and rain, and that kind of thing has long been destroyed. Jiang Ying rarely said so much, and her cold eyes looked at the still dazzling purple, "Although Lan is soft, she is a gentleman among flowers, she will only be moisturized by wind and rain, and she will avoid it because of fear." ”

Chen Mingye smiled: "Xiao Ying'er has also begun to reason with me." ”

"It's not reasonable, it's just what I think. Jiang Ying said this, and the two of them had already followed the corridor all the way to the mansion gate.

At the door, the butler had already carried the horse and cart and waited quietly for the two.

"Master, the carriages and horses are ready, ready to set off at any time. Seeing the two coming, the slightly short and fat butler saluted and said respectfully.

"Good work. Jiang Ying nodded, got into the car with Chen Mingye, and said loudly, "Let's go, go to the tomb of the old marquis." ”

The coachman answered, and with a whip of his horse, he drove the carriage out.

All the way to the road, a word of rain ticks.

In the carriage, Chen Mingye looked at Jiang Ying, who was sitting silently opposite him, and smiled: "Xiao Ying'er, today is a rare time to spare." ”

Jiang Ying was dressed in plain clothes today, with no powder, a plain face, and looked at him calmly.

Chen Mingye looked at her and smiled: "Why don't you speak, isn't it rainy weather, and the mood is not very good?"

Jiang Ying shook her head, listened to the sound of the rain outside the curtain and said slowly: "I'm afraid that the autumn rain will continue, and the autumn flood will rise again, which will harm the people." ”

Chen Mingye nodded and said, "I'm afraid I won't have time to contact the relocation of the victims discussed yesterday, you send someone to contact the patriarch of the Aoki clan, he knows my name, and he will definitely tell you what to do." ”

Jiang Ying looked at him deeply, and after being silent for a long time, she couldn't help but say, "What I told you before, what should you do with the sword of Zhenguo, just take it to Haoming's Kyoto with such a swagger?"

"Here you go. Chen Mingye spit out two words.

"Give me ......" Jiang Ying was stunned for a moment, looking at him with confused eyes.

Chen Mingye smiled, unsheathed the sword from his waist, and put the long sword on Jiang Ying's lap: "The role of this sword in Southern Xinjiang is much greater than that of other places, it is indeed as you said, I took away only trouble, it is better to leave it to you to take charge." ”

Jiang Ying was silent for a moment, although she knew that what he said was true, it always seemed like an excuse.

"When you meet the Six Clans, take out this sword at a critical moment, and it will give you some help. Chen Mingye looked at her and said seriously.

Jiang Ying silently put it away, without a superfluous word, just nodded slowly and said, "I'll keep it." ”

"That's good, I'm just keeping it for someone. Chen Mingye shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

As the two said this, the car drove all the way out of the city, and soon arrived at Jiang Hechuan's tomb.

"Lord Governor, it's here. The driver shouted and slowly stopped the car.

Chen Mingye got out of the car first with an umbrella, and when she was about to reach out to hold Jiang Ying, she followed him down.

Chen Mingye shook his head and smiled bitterly, but saw Jiang Ying holding a basket of bamboo baskets in his hand, covered with a white cloth, standing beside him.

"You've been waiting here, you've worked hard. Jiang Ying glanced at the coachman in the robe,

"Lord Governor is too polite. The coachman hurriedly laughed.

"Let's go. Jiang Ying took the lead in stepping, and Chen Mingye hurriedly followed and dumped most of the umbrellas to her.

The two of them are parallel, the rain is floating in the air, and the inside and outside of the umbrella seem to be two worlds.

Jiang Hechuan's tombstone is simple, but I want to be taken care of often, there are no weeds around the tomb, and the whole stele is also clean, and a few simple flowers in front of the stele seem to have just been picked this morning.

"Miss, you're here. A figure in a cloak came out of the woods and watched them speak.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang, I told you a long time ago, it's okay if you call me Ying'er. Jiang Ying's cold voice actually showed a bit of warmth in this autumn rain.

"Miss is too polite, there must be rules. Besides, I'm a pensioner, but I just get some flowers and plants to get by, it's the same everywhere, and there's nothing hard or not. The figure smiled and moved his gaze to Chen Mingye's body, and nodded slightly: "Look at the old marquis, old man, I'm drinking." ”

"Uncle Zhang, I brought you a few pots of Osmanthus Village ...... Wangjiang Tower," Jiang Ying said, and was about to open the bamboo basket on her waist, but the figure over there was already waving her hand.

"No need, my old man won't get in the way of you, let's drink more with the old marquis, he faces my old face all day long, I'm afraid I'm going to get tired of it." At that time, he spoiled you the most, so talk to him more. ”

Jiang Ying was about to speak, but the old man's figure was already far away in the rain.