The prince is sick: the doctor waits for the prince

Chapter 483 I have seen you

Wei Lang pushed Xie Lian out the door.Sima Yu just dropped his sword and fell straight backward.

Xie Lian returned home and went to Mrs. Taifu to answer the phone. Hearing that Niang Huan had been waiting for the news in the middle of the night, she went to her room first.

The sisters-in-law were afraid that Huanniang would be worried, so they all stayed in her room and talked with her to relieve her.Hearing that Xie Lian was back, they left one after another.

The sky has turned white.After all, Huan Niang had just given birth, and she had been worrying about Xie Lian for half the night, and now she also looked tired, pale and haggard.Seeing Xie Lian, she only called out in a low voice, "Xie Lang..."

Xie Lian responded with a deep voice, helped her to lie down, and said, "It's not important, don't worry."

Huan Daolian climbed his fingers to his face, touched his eyes lightly, and said, "Cry."

Xie Lian said: "What's there to cry about. It's you, I heard from your aunt that you're going to get out of bed. You just gave birth, are you dying?"

Huan Daolian still just said: "I was wrong, Xie Lang. You cry. Don't hold it in your heart...don't do this," her eyes had tears rolling down, "don't be like this...cry out!"

Xie Lian only held her in his arms to comfort her.When she was tired from crying and fell into a deep sleep, Xie Lian didn't make a sad sound.

Xie Lian returned to the study and sat quietly.The name of the morning bird outside, and then the sun shines through the window, and the light and dust float.

After a long time, he took out the locked box.

Because Huanniang is in confinement, even though it is about to enter April, there are still fires in every house.

Xie Lian opened the box and took out the folded letters inside.He can memorize every letter.That was the letter Ari wrote to him when he was in Yanzhou that year.

Xie Lian threw the letters one by one into the smoker's cage.

When the flame licked up, it was like a butterfly flying all the time.Instantly burned to ashes.Ari's voice emerged little by little from the embers.

"July and half a monk, there is no one else. I only recall the plum blossom buns in the temple..." "In September, the clothes are given, and the weather is slightly cold. The thrush moults on the shelf, but I know..." "In the morning, there is nothing to do, and I picked two or three red plums... ..." "Spring arrives in the south of the Yangtze River..."

The sound overlapped and rang in Xie Lian's ears.At first, the sounds were distinguishable, then mixed together, and gradually became sparse and clear again.

Xie Lian also threw the last letter into the fire.

Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree outside the Yuanxiang Pavilion, the drizzle is like silk, and the sweet-scented osmanthus is like rice.The girl standing tall and tall finally drifted away, never looking back.

Xie Lian walked behind Ari.

He has always been calm, but this time he was a little short of words, and he always felt that if he opened his mouth, he would offend her.

It was Ari who spoke first, "A few days ago, I received the pen holder from Shixiong, and I like it very much. Thank you here."

Xie Lian said: "I saw it when I went back to Dantu County. It is said to be carved with bamboo roots, but it is not the skill of the south. I brought it back after looking at it. It is not something expensive. Just as long as you like it."

Ah Li nodded and said, "Brother Lao Shi, remember."

After thanking her, she looked at Feixue again, while Xie Lian looked at her.Her eyes are clean and unruffled—although there is nothing wrong with it, Xie Lian always feels that there is something incongruous—the cleanliness in her eyes is not the innocence of a ten-year-old girl, but more like after reading a thousand sails , the peace where the dust has fallen.Although it is also very good, it has a somewhat lifeless appearance, which is sad.

Xie Lian couldn't help but said, "I always feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

Ari rubbed the sleeve stove in his hand, lowered his eyes, and did not make a sound for a long time.When Xie Lian almost thought that she would not be able to answer, he opened his mouth and said, "The year before last to celebrate Huanniang's birthday, brother, have you ever been there?"

Xie Lian nodded after thinking about it for a moment - he was already a filial piety at that time.And Huan Jing dotes on his youngest daughter and celebrates her birthday almost every year.He will not be absent without reason.

Ah Li then said: "I went too. I vaguely remember Shixiong passing by the window, and several wives praised him."

(End of this chapter)