Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

I could see at a glance that Xue Yan, who was on the horse, was walking in front.

She was so old that she was riding a horse.

The moment I saw her, I couldn't help but take a sip of air in my heart. Fortunately, those words have not been fully spoken. If she heard them, I'm afraid that Nishikawa doesn't need anyone to provoke provocation, and she will First mess up.

I couldn't help raising my hand and wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.

There was also a large group of people behind her, naturally her attendants and maids, all of them slowly walked out of the woods on horseback. I saw this battle, and I also understood that when I found out, they found I should have decided to come here immediately, but after all, I walked lightly, and they were a large group of people, and my footsteps were faster without me.

Xue Yan was riding on the horse, and his face was turned upside down. When she saw me, she seemed relieved, but immediately her eyebrows twisted and glared at me angrily.

Look at this posture, this scold can not escape.

I took a deep breath, then raised my head and said to Xue Yan, "Old lady."

Her face was gloomy, staring at me fiercely, and then said, "Hum, you are so brave!"

I said calmly: "Knowing that the owner and old lady are coming to the ancestral shrine to deal with things, so I came here in advance to prepare for the elders."

"Get ready? Do you think I don't know what you are doing?"

She rushed to the crown in anger, and Zema came to me. I hardly suspected that she might start to teach me this "filial piety" in the next moment. But when she came to me and looked down at me, suddenly, her eyes fell on my face-there were still some small scars there.

It was made when a horse crashed on the river that day and was dragged by a rein to roll on the ground. It wasn't too serious, but from the cheek to the chin, several small scars were still a little ugly.

Her face froze and her eyes fell on my hands again.

I still have a cane in my hand.

She said, "You, are you injured?"

My heart moved slightly, and I crutched the crutch into Aunt Hong's hand in a hurry, then said, "I'm not injured, it's Aunt Hong-it's rained for the past two days, and Aunt Red's leg hurts."

"..."

Xue Yan raised his eyebrows and looked me up and down again. Although I did suffer a lot that day, fortunately, except for the ankle injury, the others did n’t hurt my bones. The only ones that were exposed were scratches on the cheek; even if the arrow on the ankle was injured, I used it. The good gold sore medicine, coupled with proper management, is not a big deal except for a little inconvenience. Therefore, outsiders can see nothing like this.

She breathed a long breath, as if she was still a bit angry, and looked at the aunt Hong beside me: "You, what are you doing here?"

Aunt Hong said, "Like the young lady, come early to prepare for the old lady and the owner."

"Humph!"

Xue Yan glanced coldly at us, and he was too lazy to tell us anything, straightened up, and entered the village.

I have n’t had time to breathe a sigh of relief, and Aunt Hong has n’t had time to ask me, and I heard another horseshoe sound in front of me, and the sound of footsteps. More people came out of the woods, and I saw at a glance, Yan Qing Chen sat on a rattan chair, was lifted up by several people, and walked along the road.

I hurried over.

"Light dust!"

He sat pale, with a thin blanket on his lap, looking a little worse than when he was at Yan's house two days ago. I felt so sad that I held my hand on the armrest of the rattan chair. Holding him: "What's wrong with you?"

He turned to look at me, gritted his teeth, barely made a smile: "Sister."

"Light dust."

"Sister, are you injured?"

As soon as he saw my face, he immediately reached out and stroked him, but as soon as he raised his wrist, he couldn't move, and pulled his hands softly.

He frowned himself, as if trying to get angry, but now he didn't even have the strength to anger. He could only sigh and said to me, "I'm really useless."

"Dust, don't say that."

At this time, a servant next to him stepped forward and whispered: "Miss, I was hurrying yesterday. The owner failed to take the medicine on time, so the spirit and body will be worse. We must hurry into the village and let the owner Take a good rest, otherwise-- "

"Okay, okay, go now!"

As I was talking, I asked Aunt Hong to come in and ask someone to bid farewell. Aunt Red agreed, and the crutch that was holding me hurried over to guide them into the village. At this time, the people in the village also knew that The owner and the old lady of the family arrived and came out one after another. I immediately saw the thin figure of Mr. Ma appeared at the entrance of the village.

Just then, I heard another horseshoe sound behind me.

This time, before turning back, I felt a tightness in my chest, and the sound of the horseshoe was like stepping on my heart, breaking my breath step by step.

I stood quietly, took a deep breath, and then slowly turned back.

A group of men and horses came out of the woods.

Not surprisingly, I saw the familiar figure. He was dressed in white, riding on a snow-white tall horse, blown by the wind, fluttering in clothes, and flying with a horse's mane. Under the glitter.

Probably, because of the sunlight, I can only see his outline, but not the expression on his face at this moment.

It was his side, and slowly came out of a rider, let me see clearly.

It was an old man in a Chinese suit.

I have hardly identified his features, and I have not seen Yan Zicong and Yan Ruoyu coming out from behind him. I have already determined that the person in front of me is my uncle, Yan Yan!

Seeing a few of them riding their horses in this fashion, standing in front of them, gave an illusion for a while, as if a high wall was blocking in front of me, but after a while I realized that it was not my illusion With a large number of men and horses behind them, they filled all the gaps in the woods, no wonder they looked like a wall.

The visitor is bad.

These four words floated in my heart, and a warm smile floated on my face, and said to the old man, "Uncle!"

The old man was squinting and looking at me, and when he heard me call him, a smile appeared on his face, and he said kindly, "Come and show me, let me see!"

As soon as I took a step, I felt a sting in my ankle.

Without a cane, she walked reluctantly.

But I didn't say anything. I gritted my teeth and kept smiling until I reached Yan Yan. He bent down from the horse's back, reached out and grabbed my hand. My youngest daughter, my niece daughter! "

"Uncle," I shouted affectionately again, "I haven't seen you for so long, my uncle remembers me."

"How can you not remember."

As he said, he looked at me, and I saw that his eyes were smiling with wrinkles, and every wrinkle seemed to overflow with a smile: "Well, you and your dad are really carved out of a mold , Especially this nose, this mouth, I see you, just like seeing your father. "

"Really, uncle?"

"Of course it is true. When you were born, your uncle hugged you. At that time, you were so big, so big," he said, making a gesture with both hands, and then looking at it with a smile. I: "At that time, I knew that your girl would grow up in the future, and she would be a beautiful woman, so let your grandpa treat you well and never marry you."

"Uncle is really ..."

As I talked and laughed with him, I felt a chill on my back, like a cold wind blowing from my heart.

Compared with other people, in fact, the most afraid of me when I came back to the Yan family was Xue Yan. Although she was cold and frowny every time she met, she even tried to me, but her mind was simple, like a child, all her anger and sorrow It ’s all written on my face, and I see it in my eyes, but the old man in front of me is different. I already know the purpose of his coming this time, but can meet with me. He is affectionate and emotional. If the elders who haven't seen the vice for many years look like a gentleman, if they don't pay attention, they will probably be blinded and confused by his performance.

However, he was close to me again, beside him, stood by Pei Yuanxiu.

Although I couldn't see his expression, I couldn't be more sensitive to the calmness of his body.

I woke up and smiled at Yan Yan: "Uncle Wu, don't talk about things as a kid."

"How can I not mention it?" He smiled kindly and looked down at me, this time I finally saw his appearance clearly. This man is the youngest brother of his generation, which is more than my grandpa. He is almost ten years old, and probably less than seventy years old this year. Because of proper maintenance, he also looks mentally depressed. He is a mental head of a mature age. He said with a smile: "People say that three years old will be eighty. Seeing your girl, Fuze will be deep in the future, so the young masters of the toasts will come to propose to you. I asked your grandpa to push them away. "

"..."

"Now, girl, are you grateful to your uncle?"

"..."

There was still a smile on my face, but I said nothing in my heart.

He said this at this time-what does it mean?

It seemed to feel my eyes twinkling, and I was also a little dreadful in my heart. Yan Yan laughed on the horse and said, "Girl, if you were married to those young masters of the toast family, how could you have today's scenery, how could it be possible? Looking forward to the mother instrument-"

He didn't finish speaking, and there was a sound of footsteps behind me.

Father Ma's voice sounded: "Five Masters, it's been a long time."