Mu Yunhan slept until dawn. Although his head still hurt and his body was limp and weak, his overall condition was much better.
It was quiet inside and outside the house, except for the clear and melodious calls of birds.
She groped her way out of bed, held onto the wall and walked to the window, opened the window and looked out.
This is a large courtyard with high walls made of blue bricks. Irises are planted on the top of the wall and the flowers are blooming beautifully.
There are a cherry and a peach tree in the yard. The cherries are about to turn red, and the peaches are green and small.
The ground near the house is paved with hemp stone slabs, which is very clean. A little further out is a vegetable patch, full of green vegetables, onions, garlic sprouts, and coriander, which are swaying in the wind and full of vitality.
A shelf was set up on the other side, and it was covered with wisteria. The flowers were blooming just right, and they made a rustling sound when the wind blew.
There is a stone table and four stools under the wisteria shelf. The stones are glowing white, very clean and lovely.
Next to it, there are two tea trees planted, which are green and especially cute.
It's like her old home, but much more refined.
Mu Yunhan's eyes were sore, filled with guilt and pain for his grandmother.
I wonder what happened to my grandmother after her death. That couple of bitches were living happily on her blood, right?
Mu Yunhan was suddenly very scared, afraid that there would be no Murong, Gu Yilan and others in her era, and that she would not be able to take revenge.
She clutched the window lattice tightly, shivering, and her eyes were red.
"Meow..." The fat black cat squatted in front of the window, looking up at her, its green eyes flashing, looking at her.
It was the fat cat she saw when she woke up. For some reason, Mu Yunhan always had the feeling that this cat was very human.
She lowered her expression and reached out to touch it.
The black cat stepped back warily and bared its teeth at her in warning, not allowing her to touch it.
A slender snow-white hand reached over, picked up the black cat and handed it to her.
"Meow~" the black cat meowed weakly, very reluctantly, with a look of despair.
Gu Fenglin stood in front of the window, his white clothes were as white as snow, his obsidian eyes were as warm as spring, and there was a slight smile on his lips. The morning light carved his handsome face even more beautifully.
"No, no need." Mu Yunhan hurriedly saluted and thanked: "Thank you so much for saving me. I am a great kindness and kindness. I can't repay you. I just hope that I can have the opportunity to repay you a little or two in the future."
Gu Fenglin shook his head slightly, released his palm, and the black cat landed safely and ran away like lightning.
The two stood across the window, so close that they could hear each other's breath. Mu Yunhan took an uncomfortable step back and asked, "Excuse me, my benefactor, what year is this?"
Gu Fenglin showed a little surprise, as if he was surprised that she didn't know what year it was.
Mu Yunhan pointed to his head in embarrassment, indicating that his head was broken.
She inherited the memory of her predecessor, but her predecessor was obviously very confused. She didn't know who became the emperor or what year it was, which was enough.
Gu Fenglin thought for a while, turned around and left, then came back a moment later and handed her a note.
The words "Twenty Years of Yongjia" are written neatly on the light yellow rice paper.
The ink is not yet dry, but it is powerful and full of character.
It turned out that he didn't answer her question just now because he couldn't speak, so he wrote specifically to tell her.
"Thank you so much." Mu Yunhan gritted his teeth to prevent himself from trembling with excitement.
On March 26, the 20th year of Yongjia, it was exactly ten days before she died, and the stupid man and woman were waiting for her! (To be continued)