Conspiracy

Chapter 7 The triumphant return, the crowd is empty

After thinking twice, Yan Huiran still decided to go to see Su Zhen, raised the beaded curtain, Bi Luo fastened her cloak, and helped her go outside.

Just when the door was pushed open, the bitter cold wind was blowing in. At this moment, they suddenly saw a black figure under the pear tree in the courtyard.

Bi Luo exclaimed, "Ma'am, could it be that a thief has entered? You go back first, and this servant will call someone over immediately!"

Yan Huiran nodded, she had no makeup on, her ethereal phoenix eyes were full of worry.

Just as he turned around, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and immediately turned around and called Bi Luo in a low voice, "Wait a minute!"

Yan Huiran made a hissing gesture, waved her hand, and walked over there alone.

The night was dark before, and it was only when I got closer that I realized that it was really Su Tingye.

"Husband?"

Hearing his wife's call, Su Tingye turned his head, with a nervous expression, and immediately got up, while stepping his feet backward, as if he was hiding something in the soil.

"Husband, it's getting late, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing. I've been busy with business recently and left you and the two children in the cold. On the way back from the study, I felt really guilty. That's why I took advantage of today's hundred-day ceremony to plant a pot of brewed daughter's red for Shen'er."

Daughter red?
Seeing that Yan Huiran's eyes were wet, Su Tingye reached out to wipe away her tears, but found that there was still some mud on his hands, and smiled awkwardly.

She didn't dislike him at all, she took his hand and walked towards the house, at the same time she told Bi Luo, "Bi Luo, put away the utensils on the floor, and go get some hot water."

"Yes, ma'am."

The winter wind is cold outside the window, and the red candle is warm inside the window.

Soon Bi Luo brought hot water, and Su Tingye soaked his hands in it. The heat was right, and most of the cold air dissipated from his body. He couldn't help sighing, and turned his head to find his wife sitting at the table with slightly frowned eyebrows and melancholy eyes.

"Hui'er, what's wrong with you? I've been seeing you wandering in your mind these days. The doctor said that your health is not good, and now you worry too much, and you need to take good care of your body."

"Yes, I will keep it in mind."

"You, if you have anything to tell your husband, don't keep it in your heart."

Yan Huiran shook her head, changed the subject and said, "It's all right, Aunt Liu is about to give birth, I'll go and take care of it tomorrow."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen."

"Ah."

"It's getting late, let's rest."

"it is good."

Yan Huiran got up and took off his robe for him, and the husband and wife walked towards the inner room.

The warm night in the hibiscus tent is cold, the candlelight suddenly goes out, and everything returns to silence.

In the next room.

Su Zhen turned her head and looked at the baby who was roughly similar to herself, feeling a lot of emotions in her heart.

Thinking about the young man I saw today, it is inevitable to be a little puzzled.

She still couldn't let go of the Xun that Xiao Chuhong gave her, and she always felt that she had seen it somewhere.

Worried about being spoiled by her, Yan Huiran ordered the maid to put it away. It seems that only when she is older can she think about it openly.

Time flies, and soon the New Year's Eve is approaching, the city of Kyoto is very lively, the general Xiao Mohan led the army to return triumphantly, and the people everywhere cheered.

On the day of returning to the city, the alleys were empty.The people gathered in front of the city gate to welcome the soldiers who swore to defend the country and their relatives.

Xiao Mohan was tall and tall, with bronze skin, riding majestically on a horse, wearing a dark red battle armor, with a machete on his waist, and a tight rein in his hand.

After years of experience in the battlefield, his aura is decisive, and his eyes are not angry but powerful.

Looking at the bustling capital city in front of him, he was very proud. This is the great river and mountain that he desperately guarded for His Majesty.

Loyal ministers and good generals know the king's knowledge, but General Xiao's achievements are so high that it will inevitably arouse the jealousy of others.

But in the era of raging wars, with Xiao Mohan, the god of war, how dare he be invaded by foreign enemies?
Fortunately, Shangyu frame is not a faint king, after careful consideration, he did not listen to the slander of treacherous ministers, and missed a general.

(End of this chapter)