After thinking about it again and again, Yan Huiran still decided to go see Su Zhen. She raised the bead curtain and Bi Luo tied her cloak for her and helped her walk outside.
As soon as they opened the door, the biting cold wind hit them. At this time, they suddenly saw a black figure under the pear tree in the courtyard.
Biluo exclaimed, "Madam, is there a thief? You go back first, and I will call someone over right away!"
Yan Huiran nodded, without makeup or makeup, and her ethereal phoenix eyes contained worry.
Just as he turned around, he immediately realized that something was wrong. He immediately turned around and called Bi Luo in a low voice, "Wait a minute!"
Yan Huiran made a shushing gesture, waved her hands, and walked that way alone.
It was dark before, and only when I got closer did I realize that it was indeed Su Tingye.
"Husband?"
Hearing his wife's call, Su Tingye turned around, looked nervous, and immediately stood up. At the same time, he stepped back with his feet, as if to hide something in the soil.
"Husband, it's late, what are you doing?"
"It's nothing. I've been busy with work lately and I've neglected you and your two children. I just came back from the study and felt really guilty. So I took advantage of today's 100-day gift to bury a jar of brewed daughter's red wine for Shen'er."
Daughter red?
Seeing that Yan Huiran's eyes were wet, Su Tingye reached out to wipe away her tears, but found that there was still some mud on his hands, and immediately smiled awkwardly.
She didn't dislike him at all, she held his hand and walked towards the house. At the same time, she told Bi Luo, "Bi Luo, put away the utensils on the floor and prepare some hot water."
"Yes, ma'am."
The winter wind outside the window is cold, but the red candle inside the window is warm.
Soon Bi Luo brought hot water, and Su Tingye soaked his hands in it. The heat was suitable, and most of the cold air on his body dissipated immediately. He couldn't help but sigh, and turned around to find his wife sitting at the table with her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes melancholy.
"Hui'er, what's wrong with you? I've been seeing you wandering around in my mind in recent days. The doctor said that your health is not good. Now you are worried too much and you need to take good care of yourself."
"Yes, I will keep this in mind."
"You, if you have anything to say to your husband, don't hide it in your heart."
Yan Huiran shook her head, changed the subject and said, "Nothing, Aunt Liu is about to give birth. I'll go and take care of her tomorrow."
"Don't worry, nothing will happen."
"Um."
"It's getting late, let's take a rest."
"good."
Yan Huiran stood up and took off his robe for him, and the couple walked towards the inner room.
The hibiscus tent is warm in the cold night, the candlelight suddenly goes out, and everything returns to silence.
...
In the room next door.
Su Zhen turned her head and looked at the baby who looked very similar to her, feeling a lot of emotions in her heart.
Thinking about the young man I saw today, I can't help but have some doubts.
She could never let go of the xun given to her by Xiao Chuhong. She always felt that she had seen it somewhere before.
Yan Huiran was worried about being ruined by her, so she had already ordered her maid to keep it away. It seemed that she could only think about it openly and honestly when she was older.
...
Time flies, and soon the New Year's Eve is here, and the city of Kyoto is bustling with excitement. General Xiao Mohan leads the army back in triumph, and people cheer wherever he goes.
On the day of returning to the city, the streets were empty. People gathered in front of the city gate to welcome the soldiers who swore to defend their country and their families to the death.
Xiao Mohan was tall and tall, with bronze skin. He was riding majestically on a horse, wearing a dark red battle armor, carrying a scimitar at his waist, and tightening the reins in his hands.
Having been on the battlefield for many years, his aura is decisive and decisive, and his eyes are calm and powerful.
Looking at the prosperous Kyoto city in front of him, he felt proud in his heart. This was the great river and mountain he was trying his best to protect for His Majesty.
Loyal ministers and good generals know the king well, but General Xiao's outstanding achievements have shaken the lord, and it is inevitable that others will be wary of him.
But in the era of raging war, with Xiao Mohan, the God of War, how could he dare to be invaded by foreign enemies?
Fortunately, Shang Yujie was not a foolish king. He thought carefully and did not listen to the slanderous words of his treacherous officials and missed a general. This chapter has been completed!