Looking at the ferocious and surging black air, Gu Yanfei's eyes jumped rapidly.

Gu Yanfei took another step forward, and the tip of his nose moved, and a vague smell of rotten smell was smudged.

The air was filled with a strong smell of incense and charcoal, which pressed on the rotten smell and mixed into another smell that made people feel nauseous.

Gu Yanfei frowned, and the second wife of the Murong family next to her walked forward quickly and blocked the bed. The handkerchief in her hand shook, and a rich fragrance of cinnamon came to her nose.

Mrs. Murong second smiled and suggested, "Miss Gu, second girl, you two little girls might as well go out for a walk. The smell here is not very good, it is too stuffy."

"Jie Hui, take two girls Gu to the garden to play. From now on, they will be their own family. How close should they be."

Mrs. Murong's second wife waved and called Murong Yong's sister Murong Hui over.

Murong Hui looked about fifteen years old, with a melon-shaped face, cherry lips, wearing a simple lotus-colored lotus-colored dress, combed a bun with a bun, and only a lotus-colored lotus-colored silk flower was worn around her body, and she was dressed in a simple manner.

She blessed gracefully at the two sisters and smiled slightly.

Gu Yunzhen subconsciously went to see Gu Yanfei. Seeing her gently stroked her cuffs, she immediately understood and responded with a decent smile.

So the sisters followed Murong Hui out of the inner room.

Murong Yong was waiting outside. When he saw them coming out, he got up from the chair and smiled and said, "I'll go with you."

A nanny from Mrs. Murong, with a few maids and mothers, followed him and accompanied him.

Several people walked out of this lifeless yard. It was very cold outside the yard. The wind blowing towards me was full of biting chill, but it was better than the fresh air, which made people feel that the depressing dullness suddenly dissipated a lot.

I walked through a winding path again, and along the way, there was no sound, and for a while, no one spoke.

"When passing through the bamboo forest in front, it is a small garden." Murong Yong was the first to break the silence.

He raised his hand and pointed to the bamboo forest in front of him. The green bamboo leaves and the yellow-green bamboo poles swayed in the cold wind, making a "rustling" sound, which was quiet and elegant.

Murong Yong stopped for a moment and glanced at Murong Hui with deep eyes.

Murong Hui bit her lower lip slightly and rubbed the handkerchief with both hands. Then she spoke unwillingly: "This piece of golden-inlaid jade bamboo was specially transplanted from Jiangnan ten years ago. My second brother and I also helped plant a few plants together."

"My mother loves those flowers, plants, peonies, lotus, peonies, and chrysanthemums in the garden... they were all found by my father for her, but unfortunately all the flowers withered at this time."

"There is a three-color plum forest on the west side of the garden. I'll take you over and take a look."

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Murong Hui walked along the way, speaking all the way, behaved generously and appropriately, and spoke gently and gracefully, but there was a hint of alienation.

After entering the garden, after walking for another half cup of tea, the three-color plum forest that Murong Hui mentioned appeared in front of him.

A small plum forest is planted along the lakeside. Red plums, white plums and wintersweets are perfectly intertwined in the forest. The plums are reflected on the lake surface. There are colorful flowers on the water and under the water, like a bright cloud.

The plum forest, rockery, water pavilion and small lake combine to form a picturesque beautiful scenery.

A stone bridge was mounted on the lake that was only enough for two people to go in parallel, leading directly to the plum forest on the other side of the lake.

Gu Yanfei and Murong Hui walked in front, while Murong Yong and Gu Yunzhen walked behind.

Before going up the bridge, Murong Yong warned carefully: "Slide carefully."

He vainly held Gu Yunzhen's forearm on his forearm, but he didn't touch her, so he was polite.

Gu Yun smiled gratefully.

Seeing that he was observing etiquette and speaking appropriately, Gu Yunzhen's slightly nervous heart calmed down a little, and his eyes were quiet.

From yesterday to now, she has been thinking about this marriage, Murong Yong, and her future life. When it is late at night, she can't sleep.

She told herself again and again that a woman will get married after all. As long as the other party has a good character, she will do her duty as a wife, and the other party can give her the respect she deserves.

She can definitely live a good life!

Murong Hui, who was walking in front, also heard the sound behind her, turned around and looked at the two of them, and twisted the handkerchief in her hand.

On the lake, there is a cold wind.

On the lakeside, the plum branches swayed and rustled. Ripples appeared on the lake surface with the wind. The faint fragrance of plums was sent into their mouths and noses as if they were there, which was refreshing.

After crossing the bridge, the four of them sat down in the warm pavilion in the forest. A warm stove was buried underground in the warm pavilion, and a screen was used to block the wind around them. The pavilion was as warm as spring.

The maids of the Murong family immediately served tea and snacks to their masters and guests.

Murong Yong smiled and reminded Gu Yunzhen to untire his cloak, otherwise he would easily catch a cold if he went out of the Nuan Pavilion later.

Gu Yunzhen thanked him briefly and took off his cloak as if he was good.

Looking at this harmonious scene, Murong Hui's lips pursed into a straight line, almost writing "unhappiness" directly on her face.

Murong Hui took a sip of tea and said sourly: "Miss Gu, my second brother is really considerate to you. He is not like this to me and the next few sisters..."

Since childhood, my elder brother has been cold to their younger brothers and sisters and ignores them, but today I treat this woman so well!

"Miss Murong," Gu Yanfei's eyes turned to Murong Hui, and suddenly said, "I think my grandmother is very ill. I'm afraid she won't be able to survive the next winter snow. I wonder how long she has been sick?"

Murong Hui's face darkened and she thought to herself: Who can say that? This is not auspicious!

Murong Hui snorted coldly in anger and mocked sarcastically: "Listen to Miss Gu Er's stern tone, it seems like she is good at medical skills."

"Yes." Gu Yanfei nodded seriously and looked at Murong Yong who was sitting beside Murong Hui with a smile, "The Second Young Master Murong should know."

She smiled calmly, her black and white pupils were like clear springs in the mountain stream, clear and clear, and she did not hide at all from the fact that she saved the Duke of Wei in Tianyin Pavilion that day.

She would not treat others as a fool, thinking that Murong Yong could not recognize her even if he was so close.

What does it mean? Murong Hui looked at Murong Yong in shock.

Meeting Gu Yanfei's clear pupils, Murong Yong paused slightly in his teacup, and replied in a deep tone: "Grandma is almost three months sick."

"When autumn and winter begin, my grandmother fell down and looked for famous doctors in the family, but the situation is getting worse..."

Murong Hui next to her lowered her eyes, held the teacup tightly with her fingers, pursing her lips without saying a word.

Outside the pavilion, the wind was blowing the screen and the plum trees, making crackling sounds. Occasionally, a few broken flowers and leaves were blown into the pavilion by the wind from the gaps in the screen.

The atmosphere was a little solemn.

"No, right." Gu Yanfei interrupted Murong Yong's words behind him, held his chin with his right hand, and a lazy smile on his lips, as if he was ridiculed, "She has been sick for at least three years."

Just now, when Gu Yanfei approached Mrs. Murong, he smelled the rotten smell emitted from her body.

That's the smell of the dead.

Even if I light incense, burn incense charcoal, and put a medicine pot and medicine bowl full of medicine residue, it could not cover the strong smell of rotten smell.

The pavilion suddenly fell into a strange dead silence, as if even the sound of the wind outside had stopped, and the needle could be heard.

Murong Hui's eyebrows were twisted into a knot, and she felt that Miss Gu Er was really aggressive, and she interrupted coldly: "What does Miss Gu Er mean? How long has my grandmother been sick? We don't know?"

"We not only hired an imperial physician, but also visited the grandmother's master. If Miss Gu Er doesn't believe it, even..."

Seeing Murong Hui's mood getting louder and louder, Murong Yong rebuked lightly: "Jie Hui." There was a sharp tone in his tone.

Murong Hui shut up embarrassedly.

Murong Yong smiled apologetically and sighed: "In recent years, my grandmother has been old and weak, and she is really not in good health. Drinking medicine every day is like drinking tea. I have been working outside for the past two years, and when I write to my family, I always report good news but not bad news..."

"I didn't expect my grandmother to lose so quickly..."

Gu Yanfei folded his hands on his chin and asked with a smile: "Are those talismans attached to the window given by Shangqing Zhenren?"

"Of course." Murong Hui raised her chin proudly, her eyes shining with an extremely bright light, "The real human Taoism is profound, but fortunately he took action..."

Murong Hui was just talking, and a graceful figure of willow yellow at the end of her eyes walked out from a rockery outside the forest and walked towards the warm pavilion here.

Murong Hui couldn't help but lit her eyes, and her lips raised, and she glanced at Gu Yunzhen sitting opposite her.

The warm pavilion where the four people are located is specially designed, with a good view and is most suitable for viewing, allowing you to see the surrounding scenery at a glance.

Therefore, Gu Yanfei and Gu Yunzhen also noticed the visitor.

He was a young girl of sixteen or seventeen years old. She had a beautiful appearance, her black and thick hair loosely tied up a crescent moon bun, her skin was fair, her cheeks had a lotus-like shiny color, and her lips were light.

"Yong Lang."

The girl soon walked to a white plum tree five or six feet away, her cherry lips moved slightly, and she shouted to Murong Yong with a choking sob.

Her voice was as pleasant as a lark.

The pair of autumn water's eyes are filled with hazy tears, and they want to speak but stop, and their tenderness makes people feel pity.

As the cold wind blew, a strand of hair on the girl's cheeks hanged between her neck, trembling slightly, like a delicate flower ruthlessly ravaged by the cold wind.

Murong Yong in the pavilion frowned slightly, and there was no slight fluctuation in his dark brown pupils.

The atmosphere was slightly condensed, and the pavilion was quiet.

"This voice sounds so nice!" Gu Yanfei smiled brilliantly, breaking the silence with a smile, "Did the mansion raise a troupe?"

Gu Yanfei's crisp and bright voice was particularly loud in the pavilion.

The girl next to the white plum tree seemed to be slapped on the spot when she heard this, her face slightly pale and tears were about to burst out.

Murong Hui frowned tightly and scolded angrily: "What are you talking about?!"
Chapter completed!