Chapter five hundred and eighty second living is good
Xu Qinghuan stopped and looked at the person in front of him, and he slowly turned around.
His brows were dazzling, less sharp than before and a little more warm. Seeing such a pair of beautiful eyes, she suddenly thought of many things.
On the carriage, when she heard Li Xu's shouting, her expression began to lose focus, her vision suddenly turned black, and she fainted in the carriage.
She seemed to have struggled to embark on the road to hell. From now on, everything in the world had nothing to do with her. When the surroundings became peaceful, she followed the calm and slowly died.
She was already very tired. Years of illness, suspicion between husband and wife, and struggles and trade-offs between rights were like the night that arrived every day, slowly devouring her.
Before leaving Beijing, she sent a letter to Northern Xinjiang. She would personally uncover the suspicions about Li Xu and the Li family, which would also serve as a warning to the generals in Northern Xinjiang. After today's incident, everyone may see Li Xu clearly.
She doesn't know the true face of her family and what will happen next, and she probably won't be able to see it either.
The door that belongs to her is slowly closing.
The sunlight will be cut off forever, and she will be left in a place without light or sound.
She was ready, and just when everything was about to sink, a pair of hands grabbed her firmly, dragging her firmly and forcefully, as if she was competing with the darkness.
Firm and unquestionable.
It was like a ray of sunshine that pierced the dark night and came to her, forcing her to open her eyes. What came into view was a pair of warm eyes, with anxiety and pleading in their eyes. His face was pale, as if
What are you saying sincerely?
She seemed to be held by him, galloping on horseback, leading her to avoid arrows and sharp weapons. Her eyes were fixed on the bloody mark on his forehead.
It's him.
When he rescued her, she was unconscious and could only remember a vague face.
Now when he turned around, everything became clear.
She still remembers the time when she saw the Marquis of Song with a formidable gaze and indifferent expression among the crowd. She only knew that he was decisive in his actions and his methods were fierce and awe-inspiring.
Who knew that one day he would take a risk to save her and try his best to heal her injuries.
"Thank you for saving me." She bent down and knelt down to thank her, but she almost couldn't stand because her legs were so weak. He walked up to her in a few steps and stretched out a hand.
But she had already grasped the maid's arm and struggled to stand up again.
His hand was gently withdrawn.
"The war in the north is still ongoing, so I transferred troops from the southeast back to Beijing and passed by here."
Xu Qinghuan nodded.
"We are ready to leave now," Song Chengxuan continued, "Madam is recuperating here. People outside only know that Madam Li Hou died of illness and don't know that Madam is here."
"Mrs. Li Hou has died of illness." Xu Qinghuan said, "Thank you Song Hou for taking care of me. I still have one thing to do. I don't know if Song Hou will agree."
"The men are at your disposal."
She smiled slightly: "I'm afraid I won't be able to repay it."
"You don't have to pay back," his voice came, "just live."
Just stay alive.
His figure gradually faded away.
…
A tear slid down the corner of Xu Qinghuan's eyes, taking her away from her dream.
"Miss," Yin Gui's voice sounded, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable there?"
Xu Qinghuan slowly opened her eyes and saw anxious Yin Gui and Feng Chu. It took her a long time to fully come to her senses. She was dreaming just now, and what she dreamed about seemed to be... something from her past life.
She always thought that she was plotted by Li Changyan to die during the siege. Now it seems that there is something wrong with her memory, and she has forgotten many things later.
Xu Qinghuan slowly sat up and raised his head to look at Yin Gui: "Sir Song..." She was confused. Song Chengxuan had left yesterday. It was impossible for him to come so early in the morning.
"The eldest lady has been feeling unwell after taking medicine for the past few days. Mr. Song came here at dawn. He talked with Mr. Marquis in the hall for a while and is now in the study."
Xu Qinghuan stood up: "Help me change clothes, I want to go over."
It was quiet in the small study room.
Xu Qinghuan opened the curtain and walked in, and immediately saw a figure sitting on a chair not far away, wearing a light blue robe, looking carefully at the books in front of him, wondering what he was thinking about.
He raised his head when he heard her footsteps.
It overlapped with the face in the dream, and she couldn't help but think of the scene in the dream again.
Her eyes were slightly distracted, and she just stood there in shock. It was obviously different from the past. Song Chengxuan couldn't help but frown, stood up, and walked over quickly.
"What's wrong?"
She heard a voice of concern, and then her hand fell into the warm palm, and suddenly she remembered the slowly closing hand in her previous life.
Xu Qinghuan was immediately touched, and she closed her fingers and shook hands with him gently. It turned out that she had misunderstood him in her previous life and had always been prejudiced against him.
Thinking about it now, his obstruction before leaving Beijing was sincere, otherwise he would not have saved her at the critical moment.
Her clear eyes flashed brightly, Song Chengxuan's eyes darkened slightly, and he was about to ask again.
Xu Qinghuan looked at the table: "Let me see if you have found any clues."
She clearly didn't tell the truth, but he wouldn't force it. It wasn't the first time he saw her eyes flashing and hiding secrets.
Feng Chu brought a chair and placed it next to the desk. Yin Gui couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Maybe the rice from the Song family was really delicious. In her eyes, Feng Chu had now written the word "Song" on her forehead.
The two chairs are so close to each other, so Mr. Song must be very satisfied.
Yin Gui and Feng Chu walked out of the house.
Xu Qinghuan and Song Chengxuan sat down together.
Xu Qinghuan's mood has returned to normal. If she behaves abnormally again, Song Chengxuan will definitely notice the clues, and it will not be so easy to deal with it.
On the table are several classic books spread out. Different from the common versions on the market, these books have separate annotations.
Annotated books were popular in this dynasty, and famous Confucian scholars often left their own annotations when collecting books.
Song Chengxuan said: "My father likes to collect books. He once collected books with a gentleman in private. I once saw a three-volume Spring and Autumn Period four-volume annotation at home. My father liked it very much and praised him in front of me as a great talent.
, It’s a pity that Da Yin is hiding in the city, otherwise I would ask you to be my teacher.”
The people in that courtyard were smart, cautious, and lived in such a place, which was quite similar to the person Song Chengxuan mentioned.
Xu Qinghuan said: "If we can find a similar book of annotations, we can know who that gentleman is."
Song Chengxuan nodded: "Now I have gained something."
Xu Qinghuan thought. Now she understood why she had that dream. She thought about it day by day and dreamed about it at night. She had been thinking hard about who the person living in that yard was, and she always felt that the answer was in her mind.
.
Her thinking was correct.
Because that person was Mr. Wenxi. In his previous life, Song Chengxuan collected Mr. Wenxi's books and set up a memorial tablet for Mr. Wenxi.
In other words, Song Chengxuan found out this step in his previous life, and he has always taken the right path.
Song Chengxuan handed the book in front of him to Xu Qinghuan: "Mr. Wenxi."
