He sighed and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but not knowing how to say it.

After thinking about it, he forgot it, he went back to his room, packed up his things, put the things he bought on the table in the hall, put the remaining silver on the table, glanced at her, and left.

Yan Qiuluo sat in front of the stove and cried tired, leaned against the door frame and fell asleep, and when he woke up, he was a little ashamed when he thought of what he had said before.

But the others are gone.

It was she who saw him go with her own eyes, and even the clothes he had changed from before were gone, and the others were really gone.

The already red and swollen tears, I don't know if it was because the cold wind in mid-November stabbed it really hurt, she shed tears again, and the whole person stiffened and ran back to the room.

She's so stupid, it's not a past life.

He doesn't remember anything, he doesn't know anything, and he doesn't like himself yet.

Everything was already messed up by her before it even started.

She is really stupid, Chen Feng in the previous life is Chen Feng in the previous life, he is him in this life, why can't she tell the difference?

However, sometimes it's so unfair, why let her remember so many regrets and so many pasts, and he doesn't remember anything?

Because not remembering, all easier and freer.

And she remembered all more neurotic, sadder.

The autumn wind swept away the leaves, and the cold flew snowflakes, but in the blink of an eye, it suddenly snowed heavily, and in early winter, the snowflakes fell like petals.

The dark clouds in the sky were like clumps of broken clouds, hanging upside down over the small courtyard, and the cold wind swept the dead leaves all over the courtyard, like the day she saw him go in her previous life, and waited for the day when he returned to ask to marry her.

Every winter in Lujiang County, it is particularly cold, the earth is in a panic, there is snow far and near, some eye-catching, as soon as winter comes, the snowflakes drift, the river becomes cold and biting.

The river is dangerous, the boats are scarce, and the business of the teahouses and taverns around Lujiang County is sluggish.

It was snowing heavily, and it rained several times in quick succession during the night.

Time passed minute by minute, a month later.

The night before yesterday, it rained very much, and it was drenching on the plum trees in the plum garden, and the Texas garrison didn't know what was wrong, so they even invited wave after wave of doctors.

There are two fair-eyed maids in the mansion, they are hurriedly sending the decocted medicine into the young master's room, guarding the mansion, there is only one young master, that is, Chen Feng.

Although his father left him in the army since he was a child, it was also to train him, and he loved his lone seedling very much.

At this time, the garrison was comforting his wife in his son's room, persuading her to relax, and her son would be fine.

Mrs. Chen is less than forty years old, and her charm is still there, at this time, her eyes are slightly red, and she is holding a handkerchief in her hand and gently wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Seeing her husband like this, she patted the hand of the guard, sighed, and just wanted to say something, she saw two little maids bringing in the medicine.

Mrs. Chen hurriedly got up and took the medicine bowl herself, and carefully fed it to Chen Feng, who was half-leaning on the head of the bed, and after Chen Feng finished drinking, she personally waited for Chen Feng to lie down.

At this time, the garrison adults helped their wives to go out, although it was cold today, the snow had not yet melted, but the sun came out outside, looking at the sun, the mood was much better.

The garrison took the cloak brought by the girl and put it on and tied it for his wife.

Then he walked with her to the main courtyard.

Chen's house is a two-in, two-out courtyard, the population of the house is simple, and the main courtyard has a nice name, called Qingmian Courtyard.

Mrs. Chen and Mr. Chen live inside, and the old lady of the Chen family lives in another good side courtyard, Songling Courtyard.

As for the courtyard where Chen Feng lives, it is named Fenglaiwan, and the rest of the small courtyards in the house are either vacant or live in small maids at home.

When they arrived at the main room of the main courtyard, the guards retreated from the servants and maidservants.

Mrs. Chen leaned on her husband's shoulder and cried softly, with tears in her morning, which was really uncomfortable.

"Madame, don't worry, Brother Feng'er will be fine if he is well cultivated. Chen Shoubei comforted.

"Husband, why do you say that our brother Feng is so troubled?"

"Nothing to do, don't worry, madam. Chen Shoubei gently and patiently coaxed his wife.

He was also worried in his heart, obviously it was a cold at the beginning, just take care of it, why did it not get better for so many days, but it was even worse?

It's really not good, if Brother Feng'er's condition is not good in a few days, he can only beg the master and find a way to go to the capital to invite an imperial doctor to take a look.

In the past few days, the atmosphere in the Chen Mansion has been a little depressing, and the young master in the mansion has been sick for a while, and the people in the mansion are all panicking.

At night, a guard outside the side gate was waiting for someone in a carriage.

In the carriage, he put two more blankets today, and also put a few more soup women, and after waiting for a long time, a pale man came out of the side door, this person was Chen Feng.

He was wearing a thick black cloak and was walking over.

When the guard saw this, he hurriedly got off the horse and helped the people to go to the carriage, and the man with a pale face sat in the warm carriage, and the guard got on the horse and asked in the carriage, "Master, do you want to go to the original place?"

"Ahem, ahem. The man in the carriage coughed twice before he spoke, "Let's go." ”

"Yes. The guards answered, and drove away in a carriage.

After driving the carriage for a long time overnight, I finally arrived at my destination.

Chen Feng got out of the carriage, wrapped in the black cloak he had been wrapped in before, used light skills, flew into the yard, and gently used the wire he brought, skillfully pushed open the window of a room, jumped in lightly, stood up straight and walked step by step, until he entered the girl's room.

The girl's room was furnished like the night before when he came, the charcoal fire was not lit, and the room was very cold.

He untied his cloak and laid it on the desk beside him, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the sleeping girl.

He stretched out his palm, gently stroked the girl's cheek, stayed for a while, looked at the hour outside the window, exited the room, closed the door of the hall, opened the window from the room where he slept before, jumped out lightly, walked to the corner of the courtyard, flew out with light skills, got into the waiting carriage, and the guard carried the carriage back to Texas.

The guard muttered in his heart, the young master has been sick for several days in a row, how can it be better if it continues like this?

Fortunately, this small courtyard in Lujiang County is under the management of Dezhou, and it is enough to drive a carriage to come and come back overnight.

But the young master's body can't stand the toss, and Xiaoju complained to him worriedly, what's wrong with the young master?

The little wind chill dragged on for most of the night and it didn't get better, and the people in the house were panicking, and their lives as subordinates became more and more difficult.

Thinking of this, halfway through, he finally mustered up the courage, and while driving the car carefully, he tentatively said: "Young master, why don't you just invite the people living in the small courtyard in Lujiang County to come to the house?"