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However, it is said that the place where Changgeng now lives is the place where Mu Chuiliang lived before marriage. It is called Cuiyuan. There are only three green brick houses in the garden and a square brick wall, which is extremely simple. There are only weeping willows in the garden. Now it is April, and the thick and old weeping willows drag up a scene of green curtains.

Worried, he paced left and right, and said, "It's really meaningless to do this. Uncle Liang doesn't like it, and his wife doesn't want to do it. Now he has offended Song Changgeng. Oh, this is really..."

Although Yunqing also felt heart-hearted, after all, when he came to this point, he thought about it. Now he only thought about how to talk to Mu Chuiliang.

Seeing her pale face, she looked at the green Susu in the garden and said with a smile, "This weeping willow seems to be very old. At first glance, it reminds me of the ancient willow by the Qinhe River. It's really good-looking."

Ten thousand pieces of green silk. Yunqing reached out and brushed a string of green willow leaves, and her heart swayed some vague shadows. However, she was powerless to study carefully and was not distracted. She didn't think much about it. She just felt as if she had never seen such a thick willow tree in the whole Mu family.

And more than a dozen plants are thick, densely concentrated in a spacious garden.

was in a daze, and the mud melted the door out. He invited Yunqing to come in in in a low voice, and his words were quite cautious. Zijia and Qiqi were naturally worried, but Yunqing's muddy expression was not allowed for the two of them to follow up.

When I got to the room, I saw Ruan sitting very calmly drinking tea. Chang Geng in the Bisha cupboard was still just a shadow, and everything was exactly the same as before Yun Qing went out. In the calculation of the hour, Ruan's conversation with Chang Geng was only a quarter of an hour.

Seeing her come in, Ni Rong and others should retreat. The door was closed. Chang Geng Fang coughed and said, "Well, Madam, let's go back first. For the rest of the matter, I think I will go to my wife when it's done.

Ruan Shi nodded slightly and agreed. Yun Qing immediately came forward to help her get up, sent her out, and watched Mui Rong go back to the room with her. When he turned around and went back to the room, he saw that Chang Geng had hit the hanging curtain on the blue yarn cabinet and got up. His face was clear that his face was pale, but his expression was full of play and careless determination, and his trance was a little similar to that of Mu Chuiliang.

Chang Geng's injury has not healed, and it was very difficult to walk, but his voice said smoothly, "Although I have responded to my wife's words, I also have to make an appointment with three chapters. First, I can show the way but don't lead the way, otherwise I don't know if I see it and kill it. I can't make it. Second, if I meet the old man halfway, I won't bear it for you, and I can't do it. Third, the appointment with my wife today, * milk can't ask, think about it, and don't disclose it.

"Good."

"Do you not think much about it?" Chang Geng was surprised.

Yunqing smiled, opened the door and said, "I can't do it. Mr. Song, please."

"Oh..." Chang Geng smiled and said no more. He stepped out of the door to take the lantern in his hand and took Yunqing through a path to the stone forest.

The two of them were speechless all the way. When they arrived at the stone house, Changgeng quietly retreated with the lamp. Yunqing nodded slightly as a thank you. When Changgeng disappeared, he turned around and went straight to the stone house. However, this time, unlike last time, the door of the stone house was not locked, but loosely inserted. Yunqing felt curious, but he did not hesitate to open the door easily. Because the stone house was dark from the outside, Yun Qing thought that the light had not been lit. When he opened the door, he saw a very faint light, but it came from a corner.

"A Liang?"

While calling, he closed the door with his backhand and went away looking for the light. Nearly two steps, I saw a hug of wheat straw piled up in the corner, wearing a silver-white flower bird woven plate buckle coat, sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to refresh himself, just like a jade sculpture. Where there was no wheat straw in front of him, there was an oil lamp, and the light was weak, which made his clothes whiter and colder, but his handsome face was caged in the dark, and it was difficult to distinguish in a haze.

Yunqing called softly twice in a row, but Mu Chuiliang did not move at all, like a monk sitting and sitting steadily like a clock. Yunqing only said that he was asleep, knelt down in front of him gently, and quietly held his hand on his lap. If he didn't hold it, he couldn't help trembling - how could this hand be frozen like this?

Called again, the voice trembled slightly: "A, Liang? Are you all right?"

Mu Chui cool trembled slightly, opened his eyes very slowly, and looked at each other, but his eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and then his expression gradually changed from surprise to confusion, and then he opened his eyes again as if disappointed, and there was a bitter smile at the corners of his mouth.

Yunqing was more worried and reached out to touch his face.

"A Liang?" Yunqing was so scared that he almost jumped on him, "Why is your face so hot? Do you have a fever? Liang, Liang, you have a fever!"

Yunqing screamed repeatedly, and Mu Chuiliang finally opened his eyes again with a confused look on his face. After a while, he reached out and held Yunqing's hand close to his face and said with a smile, "Sure enough, you are here. I thought it was a dream.

Yunqing's tears flowed down, holding him tightly and crying, "How can you dream? Naturally, I came, that's me!"

Mu Chui's forehead was hot, and he was a little confused. He also hugged her tightly and said gently, "It seems... no matter what I do... you still can't let go of me after all..."

Yunqing became more and more sad and tried to pull away a smile and said, "What nonsense do you say? Naturally, I can't let go of my husband." With that, he pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around him carefully.

Mu Chuiliang was happy to hear the words and nodded with a smile and said, "That's enough. Knowing that you are worried, it is really a lot of comfort in my heart. I think that even if it is useless for the four clans in the end, it will be thrown as an abandoned weapon in the corner and slowly rust and rotten, and finally be forgotten as if it has never been to this world. But it is always gratifying to have someone who really cares about it for a long time when he is alive.

Yunqing's tears were even more surging when he heard the words. Because he knew that if he was awake, he couldn't say such words anyway, so he hugged him more tightly and said, "What's the real long-term care? Although I married you for a short time, I have long been used to you staying with me. If I can't wait for you to come back tonight, I can't sleep. Many things that I could have done well alone, but now I dare not make my own decisions. Originally, there were only two or three things I wanted to do alone, but now I have become two people and want to do them together. Things suddenly become a lot, a lot... A Liang, you know, I can't be separated from you in my life. What I can give is such a care, enough?"

Mu Chui had a bad fever. He felt very happy and slightly distressed when he heard this, so he coaxed her on the back like a child and said with a low smile, "Ah, that's enough, too much, too... Well, that's great..." The words became more and more blurred.

Yunqing was even more worried. He said that the stone house was bitter and cold, and Mu Chuiliang had a high fever. How could he survive staying here? Besides, who knows when he got sick, and maybe it has been several days? How dare you delay like this? What's more, he has always been locked in this stone house and doesn't give food. He has been starving for days. Even if he is not sick, he may not be able to survive... Such complicated thoughts made her worried for a moment.

Mu Chuiliang still hugged her and muttered to herself, "Sometimes, if you want to see something, then work hard for it, make an arrangement and act, thinking that it is foolproof, but in the end, there will be deviations... Sometimes even I have to admit that many things have accidents... Yunqing, you won't hate me... ”

He was unconscious and broke the words. Yunqing barely distinguished these sentences in the intermittent words, but he was not very clear. In addition, he had no intention to think about it carefully now, so he comfortedly said, "What is this? If I hate it in my life, it's enough. If it can last forever, I don't want to be distracted and hate. I just want to love it well.

Mu Chuiliang is still chattering: "Ah, it seems that after all, I was wrong... Really, I'm sorry..."

With such a broken thought, he finally leaned on Yunqing's shoulder and fell asleep.

Yunqing no longer dared to delay. While helping Mu Chuiliang lean on the wheat straw, he went out and shouted loudly. Sure enough, he attracted two guards. Because this stone forest is like a maze, most of the subordinates of the Mu family dare not come in easily. Now they are locked up, and no one dares to make a bad one. Therefore, the servants are not dead, but rest not far away. Now they come in a hurry after listening to Yunqing's call.

"*milk?" The two little ones looked at each other in con's face, and one of them asked, "How can you--"

Yunqing shouted coldly, "How can I come in?" If I don't come in, I'm afraid Uncle Liang will die of illness here! What's wrong with you? Even Uncle Liang dares not to report it secretly!"

The 14-year-old boy couldn't help drinking coldly and hurriedly looked in the door. Yunqing only thought that it must be beheaded and then to save Mu Chuiliang first, but unexpectedly, the little boy was not cut or played. He was relieved and said indifferently, "Oh, I still have a fever."

The other man was a little older and nodded and said, "Just burn it." *The milk is worried and cool, which is also unforgivable but understandable. *The milk might as well hurry back before more people know.

The young man also reacted and knew that if the old man knew that Yunqing had gone to the stone house, they would definitely be punished, so he also persuaded him, "* Go back quickly. The slaves won't talk too much in front of the master!"

Yunqing was even more angry when he heard the words and said coldly, "What does it mean to be 'just burn'? You are so bold. If there is anything wrong, which of you can afford it? Why don't you go and invite a doctor!"

The older boy said, "* milk is angry. Just because of Uncle Liang's high fever, the slaves had already reported to the master. The master said that the fever would burn. He was not allowed to invite a doctor, not to move, let alone notify the room, and not to bother him with this matter. Naturally, the slaves don't want Uncle Liang to make any mistakes, but after all, there is no one who doesn't obey the master's order. I hope you can be angry and go back early.

Another person also pleaded: "I hope you don't blame me, go back quickly. If others find out again, our brother can't help you.

Yunqing secretly clenched his fist and gritted his teeth and said, "Please take care of Uncle Liang for me. I will come back and take him away in half an hour, and I will never implicate you... Please!"