The mourning hall was originally a cold and cold place. The snow-white area that looked like an ice cave, and the wind that blew over seemed to bring the chill of ice and snow, which made me suddenly shudder.

Pei Yuanxiu felt it immediately and looked down at me.

"Qingying?"

“…”

I didn't say anything, but just watched Yan Qinghan walk to the center of the mourning hall, and raised his head and looked at me.

His white clothes, pale face and lips, and fingers tightly wrapped in bandages seemed to have transformed from the ice cave-like mourning hall.

Behind him, a group of people in white clothes walked out. They held their ashes and raised their sorrows, slowly walking out amid the sounds of Buddhist scriptures that were reciting softly around them.

He nodded gently as he walked past me.

For some reason, I lost my reaction for a moment and just watched the team of men in white walk quietly by in front of me. Then, Yan Qingchen and the others followed him out in the mourning hall.

When I left the gate, I could see a carriage under the long stairs, followed by a group of people waiting for him. The outside of the carriage was wrapped in white cloth, with high white banners erected on both sides, and all the bridles and saddles were also white. From a distance, the entire cavalry was snow-white, with a cold silence.

We kept sending him away, and Yan Qinghan walked to the side of the carriage and stopped.

He turned around and glanced at the towering and majestic house. The Yan family house he had never been to before cast a thick shadow under the sunlight, blocking the light in his eyes.

I slowly walked forward: "A Qi."

He looked back at me.

"What are your plans after you sent the second uncle's spiritual position to Xishan?"

"Of course you have to be a vigilant."

"What after that?"

He smiled and said, "It depends on how God arranges me."

"..." I breathed a long sigh and said, "I will not stay in Chengdu for too long. After the matter here is over, I will go back to Jinling with my husband and daughter."

"So, if I come back, I may not see you?"

"Maybe, there are fewer opportunities for us to meet."

He looked at me with a slightly serious look, his eyes flashed, and said, "It's hard to say, it depends on how God arranges it."

I also smiled faintly: "Are you so resigned to fate?"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he did not answer this sentence.

At this time, a horse slowly walked forward in the team behind the carriage. When he turned around, he saw that it was Wei Zhengbang, who was also wearing white clothes. When he walked to us, a gust of cold wind suddenly brought.

He saluted Yan Qingchen in the wheelchair next to him: "Honor, the time is here."

Yan Qingchen nodded, then walked to our wheelchair and said to Yan Qinghan: "Zhengbang will escort you to the West Mountain. If you have any questions, you can send a message back."

Yan Qinghan nodded lightly.

"Then, you set off."

Yan Qinghan took a last look at us, turned around and was helped onto the carriage.

Wei Zhengbang slowly turned his horse's head, perhaps because his movements were a little too slow, everyone noticed him, and his eyes also stayed in the crowd for a moment.

Xue Muhua stood there quietly without any sense.

Beside her, Pei Yuanfeng's cold gaze did not hesitate at all, and met Wei Zhengbang's eyes.

That, of course, is a silent confrontation.

Wei Zhengbang only glanced at it and said nothing. When he pulled the reins, the horse under his seat, which was already extremely restless and kept walking, immediately turned around and heard the whip in his hand swing in the air, making a crisp sound, and the horse ran out like an arrow off the string.

Immediately, the entire team followed him.

I stood under the steps, looking at the white spot in front of me, moving further and further along the wide street, and finally slowly became a small dot in the scenery that was touching.

This matter was finally finished.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh. When he turned around, Yan Qingchen slowly turned the wheelchair away. His handsome and red eyebrows had a little wrinkle that had not yet calmed down, which added a bit of gloom to his handsome face like a jade.

My steps subconsciously stopped and looked at him.

He slowly raised his head, but ordered the people around him: "Go and clean up the mourning hall."

“…”

"Preparing for Mr. Pei's marriage."

"yes."

At the command of the head of the Yan family, the people naturally did not dare to neglect them. They all hurriedly turned around and walked back. Because they walked too fast, two of them were even reckless and almost bumped into Xue Muhua, who was standing on the steps. She silently took two steps back and watched those people hurry to go busy with her marriage.

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In the following days, we would be a little bored in Chengdu.

Because of the dispute that day, Mrs. Yan seemed to have fallen ill again, not a serious illness. The doctor who treated the doctor said that she had a depression in her chest and needed to think about it and use decoction to cure it slowly.

Yan Qingchen was not so worried. He just asked the maids to deliver soup and medicine on time every day, and prepared some gadgets for his mother in his spare time, but he told me very tactfully that he didn't have to visit him.

In short, I was sick by the anger.

However, in this way, our actions in Chengdu have been a little relaxed.

That night, I first coaxed Li'er to sleep on the side of the small bed, gently took her two hands on her chest and put them in the quilt, then tucked her quilt, and walked back to our bedroom. Pei Yuanxiu was sitting beside the bed, reading in the candlelight, looking up at me, and smiling, "Why are she sleeping so uneasy recently? I have to coax you every day?"

"I lost my teeth, just be willful."

I smiled, took off the coat on my shoulder and hung it on the wooden rack beside the bed, and looked down at him: "What book are you reading?"

He closed the book and showed it to me.

""The Lamp Clip"?" I looked at him with a smile: "You still read these?"

"I want to see where I want to see it. I have nothing to do recently. I asked them to buy me some essay books on the street to take a look, which is also a relief. Who knows they will buy some of these back."

I flipped through the books he had piled on the bedside that had not been opened yet, such as "Three Words" and "Shuangmei", and even turned to the bottom, there was a book "Bian Erchai", and I burst into laughter.

Why, even this one?

In fact, it is not his fault that these servants were from the ranks and had almost never studied. They didn't know any of them. They asked them to buy a storybook, probably because they looked at the colorful and beautiful ones on the book. They just didn't know how the servants told the boss, but they actually asked the boss to take out all the things in the box.

Fortunately, Pei Yuanxiu didn't pay attention to me, but got up and took off his clothes and asked without looking back: "Why are you laughing at?"

"No, nothing."

I calmly pulled out the book and threw it into the corner. When I looked back, he had taken off his coat and only wore a thin casual clothes. He looked particularly leisurely and casual, and walked over and put his shoulders on my shoulder: "Are you going to sleep?"

"Um."

I nodded and lay on the bed. When he was lying beside me, I asked softly: "Did you receive a letter today?"

"Well, you saw it."

"Who sent it?"

"Like poetry."

"What did she say?"

"I told some things about Jiangnan, and she said that Yao Lao had already set off."

"Haha, Yao Lao is coming soon now."

"There is no way, the two places are blocked, and the letter comes slowly."

"Then, what happened in Jiangnan?"

He turned his head and looked at me with a faint smile on his face: "Are you going to start the housekeeper?"

I also laughed: "No?"

"Of course." He laughed twice, held my hand and pressed me tighter into his arms, and then said, "There is nothing special. I just said that there are more ships on the river recently, as if the port is about to drive again."

"oh."

I was held in his arms by him, blinked my eyes and looked at his silent eyes. After thinking for a while, I said, "When Yuanfeng's wedding is over, we will go back."

He looked down at me, and his long breathing blew on my face with his body temperature. There was a slight and itchy feeling that was not easy to detect, which made me wince slightly. He smiled and said, "Of course, Li'er has found it, and your second uncle's funeral has been completed. When his wedding is over, we will have no need to stay."

I smiled and nodded.

"but--"

"But what?"

"Did you think of what gift to Yuanfeng's wedding?"

“…”

It would be fine if he didn't say it, but when I said it, I was stunned.

Yes, a wedding gift.

These days, I forgot about this because I have too many troubles.

When Pei Yuanxiu saw me in a daze, he laughed and said, "I think you just forgot."
To be continued...