The West Wind is a song that leaves people mourning

Murong Qian always felt that Liu Jie treated her too special, but after some chatting, Liu Jie remained vague, and it was inconvenient for her to reveal her identity, so she had to go back to the Marshal's Mansion in a daze.

After returning to the Marshal's Mansion, she always felt that the Marshal's Mansion became empty after taking care of Yunlan.

This feeling is different from the feeling when he was so busy that no one was seen. Apart from being curious about what he was busy with, it was a little more uneasy.

But life is not just about masturbating cats, there are many things waiting to be done.

While waiting for the news from the six sons, she worked hard to finish drawing the architectural drawings, and while handing them over to Uncle Yan today, she also asked him to send a post to Wei Yan, asking him to meet at Tingyuxuan by the South Lake tomorrow morning.

Tingyuxuan is a garden-style teahouse along the South Lake. It is a good place for Haicheng to enjoy the coolness in summer and the snow in winter.

It's just that the north wind is blowing, but it's not yet the snow season, so it's a bit depressed, but the weeping willows are still and the lake is hazy, which doesn't mean anything.

It has been less than half a month since Gu Yunlan left, and there is still more than a month before the winter solstice. Murong Qian couldn't bear it anymore, so when she went out this morning, she first went to Santong to ask about his situation, and asked Santong to deliver a letter Give it to him, and then take the car to Nanhu.

Uncle Gu drove, and she sat in the back seat.

Recently, she has been suffering from insomnia at night, and now she will take a nap with her eyes closed, and ask, "Does the Yan family know about my young master's joining the Revolutionary Party?"

Uncle Yan tightened his hand on the steering wheel, and the car flicked its tail slightly. Murong Qian felt the swing, and didn't need an answer, so he said flatly, "I'll take a close look, and call me when I get to the ground."

Murong Qian didn't arrive early, but after waiting for half an hour, Wei Yan and Yan Ruyu finally arrived.

When Wei Yan entered the box, he still looked awake, yawning, and said, "My good sister, what's the important thing, it's worth meeting someone for tea all morning."

As he spoke, he walked to the table and was about to sit down around the stool.

Murong Qian was holding a teacup at that time, savoring the freshly cooked Jiuqu Hongmei, without saying a word, she put the white porcelain cup on the table with a "boom".

The tea soup swayed back and forth in the cup, but it didn't spill out at all.

Wei Yan's heart trembled in fright, and he stretched out his hand to grab Yan Ruyu who was about to sit down, and after pulling, he regretted a little, so scared, it seemed that he had a guilty conscience.

So he sat down on the stool, deliberately pretending to be relaxed and laughing and joking, "My good sister, if you get angry too much, you will become ugly!"

Yan Ruyu took off her sunglasses, seeing Wei Yan's cowardice, thinking that when he first arrived in the car, he magnified that everything was under control, so he just wanted to laugh.

However, he saw that Murong Qian on the opposite side was not showing any signs of mountains or dewy water, and there was a faint intimidating power, which really made people tremble.

But how could he be so dignified as Young Master Yan to show his timidity.

Yan Ruyu coughed twice, greeted Murong Qian with a calm expression, and sat down gracefully.

Murong Qian looked slightly cold, and asked Wei Yan, "Tell me! Who told you to come back?"

Wei Yan had already poured the tea himself, poured another cup for Yan Ruyu, picked it up and took a sip, nodded and praised "good tea", then saw Murong Qian's serious expression, and said suddenly, "Look at what my sister said. In other words, when we come back, we will naturally miss our relatives in our homeland, so what else can we call us back.”

The reason why Murong Qian asked to release classmate Zhang at the same time was because he could save him if he could, and because he treated it as a misunderstanding and asked Wei Yan to go home and explain.

She even took such a long time to ask him out to help him dispel other people's suspicions. No one can get a word of truth in exchange.

She stared at him, "You can use this to deceive Aunt Jie, don't use it to prevaricate me."

Wei Yanba raised his voice and exaggerated, "Good sister, what you said is wrong, how could I have the heart to lie to my mother, you don't know that every time I see my mother holding your photo and crying, it is a torment in my heart , I almost slipped my mouth several times."

Murong Qian was a little moved, but quickly suppressed her emotions. She picked up an envelope by the table, threw it in front of Wei Yan, and said, "You really don't cry when you see the coffin?"

Wei Yan was a little uneasy by her confident posture, and exchanged glances with Yan Ruyu, then timidly picked up the envelope and opened it, and looked at it with Yan Ruyu who came closer.

Inside the envelope was a stack of photos, including a classmate's application form to join the organization, instructions received recently, and photos of sneaky meetings with some people.

Seeing her, Yan Ruyu cupped her hands at Wei Yan, raised her eyebrows at him and looked at Murong Qian, "Your sister, you can handle it."

Wei Yan realized the seriousness of the problem, put away his cynicism, and turned serious. Holding those photos, he asked Murong Qian, "Where did you come from?"

"I'm asking you." Murong Qian happily picked up the teacup, nodded and sniffed the tea, took a sip, put down the teacup, and looked up at Wei Yan with a smile.

Wei Yan and Yan Ruyu exchanged glances, silently avoiding Murong Qian's gaze.

Yan Ruyu smiled, and said, "Miss Murong, first of all, only Brother Wei and I know about the fact that you may have built an arsenal, so you don't have to worry about it."

The climate in the north is not as cold as that in the south. In September, there are several snowfalls one after another.

At this time, Yangcheng is covered with ice and snow, and the eyes are covered with snow, ordinary coats and jackets are not enough to keep out the cold.

Both Gu Yunlan and Lao Zhang wore mink, furry hats, and scarves wrapped around their faces.

Lao Zhang staggered his hands in his sleeves, hunched his neck and hunched his back, as if he was afraid of the cold.

Gu Yunlan was fine, he was wearing a sable-haired mink to conceal his identity, he was wearing a leather glove on his left hand, and his right hand was holding walnuts behind his back.

Now he was walking in front, and Lao Zhang followed behind him half a step slowly. The two of them said a word, but they didn't say a word, and they looked at the tall and strong man wrapped in a cotton coat from time to time.

The man entered an inn, and they soon followed.

They lived here for a few days, and as soon as they entered the door, the man greeted them warmly, "Master, did you hear the news today?"

While taking off his scarf and hat, Lao Zhang said, "Finding someone is not as easy as making a fortune these days."

The man said, "Don't worry, sir, no news is good news."

Lao Zhang said "Mm", "Thank you for your good words, today is the same, first send mutton soup and wine to the room to drive us away from the cold, and the meal can be slower."

The buddy yelled and went to work.

Lao Zhang went up to the room on the second floor with Gu Yunlan. He put the things he took off on the entry table and said, "It's so cold today, you're the only one who has to suffer."

Gu Yunlan's scarf and hat had also been put down, and he was taking off his leather gloves. He couldn't help coughing twice because he felt a little cold, "Keep an eye on yourself and don't worry."

The clerk was quick to do things, and had already brought in soup, wine, and a letter that had just arrived.

Gu Yunlan sat down at the table, originally reaching out to serve sheep soup to drive away the cold, seeing that the envelope was quite different from the ones San Tong usually used, with a thought, he turned his hand and grabbed the letter.

Lao Zhang rolled his eyes at first, looking at Gu Yunlan reading the letter, the corners of his lips, eyebrows and eyes were all smiles, curious and wanted to see it, but he didn't get it.