The sky was full of wind and snow, and Gu Fenglin only wore a white brocade robe, with white frost condensing on his eyelashes, and his face was as pale as snow.
Gu Yilan frowned and stared at him: "It's not very good if you don't cherish yourself."
Gu Fenglin smiled and bowed politely.
Gu Yilan said indifferently: "Now that you're back, just stay here with peace of mind. It's too high and too cold here. It's not a place where you can come, and it's not a place where you can live for a long time. Go home early tomorrow morning."
He turned around and walked down.
Murong held her swollen ankle and glared at Gu Fenglin hatefully. It was this hateful and ominous crow that caused her to fall.
She couldn't imagine that the noble and elegant priest's wife would appear in front of people, but she would be lame on one foot.
Seeing Gu Yilan approaching, she immediately put away the hatred in her eyes and looked at him timidly, with tears filling her eyelashes: "Husband, you go back first, I will do it slowly."
Gu Yilan said: "Is this wrestling?"
Murong pursed her lips in grievance and forced a smile: "I'm fine..."
The maid felt aggrieved for her and couldn't help but said: "My lord just suddenly left my wife..."
"Shut up! You have no right to speak!" Murong spoke sternly, turning to Gu Yilan with a smile on her face: "Husband, I'm fine."
Gu Yilan knelt down to check her ankle and frowned: "It's swollen."
Murong looked at him expectantly, if he could hug or carry her down...
Gu Yilan pointed at a strong woman and said, "You, carry my wife down."
Then he raised his eyes to look at the sky, with a hint of anxiety on his cold face.
Murong tightened her skirt and said with a smile: "Husband, please go back first. I will definitely get home safely."
"Yes. I have something to do, so you don't have to wait for me." Gu Yilan walked down the stairs and never looked back.
Murong lowered her head deeply for a long time and said with a cold face: "Carry me down."
When she turned back, Gu Fenglin could no longer be seen. The steps were empty except for the wind and snow.
It seemed as if he came out just to see the couple clearly.
This year, it snowed heavily in Lanjing.
The wintersweet in Mufu is blooming very well, and the fragrance fills the whole garden.
The female family members of the Mu family were sitting in a warm pavilion, surrounded by Mrs. Mu, admiring the snow and plum blossoms. Everyone wore fox and mink fur coats, surrounded by pearls and greenery.
Mrs. Mu said tremblingly: "It hasn't snowed so heavily for many years."
Aunt Gou on the side sighed: "It's still the same year."
Mrs. Mu's face sank and she looked at her angrily.
Aunt Gou lowered her head and smiled, not daring to say anything.
Murong held up her chin and said, "Auntie is talking about the year when Prince Xian rebelled? It snowed really heavily that year. Everyone said that the traitor was punished. God is happy, and the auspicious snow heralds a good year."
Mentioning that year, the crowd that was lively just now suddenly became quiet.
Older people all think of the former Madam Mu Da who died in mysterious circumstances, and Zhao Ruhong, the youngest daughter of Prince Xian.
And her daughter, who has been very smart since she was a child.
This strange atmosphere made the current Mrs. Mu Da very unhappy. She lowered her head and secretly tightened her hand on the stove.
Mrs. Mu frowned: "Okay, why are you bringing up these things?"
Murong pressed the corner of her mouth with a silk handkerchief and said with a smile: "That's right, my daughter sent that dead girl Ah Lian out to do something a few days ago and came back with something."
Mrs. Mu said: "Poor Ah Lian, didn't he die somewhere?"
"Liuxian County." Murong smiled. (To be continued)