After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

Forget it, let’s slip first and find a chance to talk privately.

When Su Anan came out, she looked the same as before, as if she was just looking for Liang Mingyu to reminisce, and no one saw anything wrong.

Only when she got into the carriage, her straight back suddenly collapsed, leaning on the cushion, she felt weak all over, and the exhaustion from the sky overwhelmed her.

Her whole person lost her luster, like the sky outside, it was completely dark, and the way forward was lost.

Cuiyan was feeling a little flustered at this moment, thinking that the young lady was sleepy again, so she carefully covered her cape, and subconsciously lifted the curtain and looked back to see how far she had gone.

The phantom just happened to be behind, and the two of them looked at each other for a moment.

It's okay to not have the misunderstanding before, Cuiyan looked at it generously, and now, she immediately put down the curtain, like a thief with a guilty conscience.

The little follower caught up with the phantom three or two times, and murmured, as if to say, look, I guessed right?

Phantom glanced at him, but it was rare to say, "Okay, boy, I don't see it and understand a lot."

The little follower was slightly proud, "It's not that I know too much, it's that the boss is too slow."

"Hey," Phantom Swagger said he was slow, looking for a fight.

The little servant is not too afraid, the boss is still very good, he leaned over and whispered: "Miss Cuiyan is very good, there are many servants in the house who like her, although I don't know why her eyes are not good. , I suddenly fell in love with your rough style, but boss, if you want to be with people, you have to use snacks."

Phantom pushed his back molars and wanted to say whether you could speak. He said that he was rude to humble himself. In fact, he was quite particular, and the real rude people were all these scumbags.

He was too lazy to argue and drove the person back to their original position.

When Su Anan returned to the mansion, it was already Xu Shi.

Shen Juncheng hasn't come back yet, because he's been very busy recently. The new emperor takes office and adjusts everywhere. He is a confidant and often returns late.

She ate something casually and went to watch the moonset.

The moon fell and the cold was much better. Seeing the lady coming, she hurriedly got out of bed and saluted.

She lifted the person up, cared for a few words, and suddenly asked, "By the way, Yueluo, where did Shuangman get sold, do you know?"

Yueluo's palm tightened, her eyes darkened, she shook her head, and said she didn't know.

Su Anan caught the sadness in Yueluo's eyes, no longer mentioned Shuangman, told her to rest well, and turned to go out.

It's snowing again, and the chill is spreading everywhere...

Su An'an, wearing a cloak, stopped suddenly, stood at the eaves of the corridor, and watched quietly.

Cuiyan was a little excited, rubbed her hands and said, "Miss, it's the second snow this year."

"Looking at this situation, if you can stay overnight, you might be able to build a snowman tomorrow."

The young lady likes to build snowmen the most, and she will definitely take her to play tomorrow. She was thinking happily when she heard the young lady sigh and say, "I don't like snow."

Cuiyan blinked, "But, didn't you like snow the most before?"

Su Anan shook his head, his voice was very empty, "I don't like it, because it's too cold."

It was really too cold on a snowy day, too cold, and she remembered the feeling of being in Poor Man's Lane again.

The pervasive cold wind, the frozen hands, and the snow are no longer conscious. Since then, she no longer likes snow...

Cuiyan didn't notice anything, she snorted, "It's a little cold, the capital is colder than Luocheng, miss, don't play in the snow, or the uncle should be worried."

A sentence, uncle, made Su Anan's palm tighten, looked up at the amorous swaying snow, and suddenly reached out and caught one.

The palm was warm, and the snowflakes melted in less than a moment, leaving only a little bit of coolness remaining in the residual warmth of the palm. She wanted to hold it, but in the end she couldn't hold anything.

"Cui Yan."

She withdrew her hand and suddenly shouted.

"Huh? Miss."

Due to the movement of her hand just now, the cloak leaked a little bit of wind, Cui Yan hurriedly came to help her adjust it, and touched the temperature of Madam Tang in her palm, for fear that she would freeze.

She looked down at Cuiyan's attentiveness, and suddenly felt sour in her eyes, "Cuiyan, I want to see you get married."

Cuiyan was stunned for a while, and then she said shyly, "Miss, why did you suddenly think of this again?"

She grabbed Cuiyan's hand, patted it, and said, "I didn't think of it suddenly, but I was thinking about it a long time ago. You are eighteen years old, and you will be nineteen after the year. It's time to say kiss."

Otherwise, she would drag Cuiyan too big.

Cuiyan murmured in a low voice, is it only nineteen? It's not too big, and the slaves just want to serve you.

Su Anan smiled, not arguing with her, but caring: "Do you have someone you like?"

Cui Yan shook his head.

Su Anan thought about it in her heart, "I'll pay attention to you later."

Cuiyan nodded slightly, but still felt shy to say marriage, so she pulled the young lady to say something else and skipped this question.

After standing for a while, Su Anan couldn't stand it for a long time. The cold wind was unbearable, and the light snow turned into heavy snow, fluttering and falling, leaving white space on the eaves.

Bury the silt in the garden...

When passing by, she paused, looked at the white and crystal snow, and sighed softly, the remnant of which was engulfed by the cold wind.

When she returned to the house, she took a bath and rested. The charcoal fire in the house was full of charcoal fire, and the warmth made people feel that for a moment, like March, spring has just returned...

It's a pity, it's winter, and everything withers.

Cuiyan doesn't need to keep watch at night, she just waits for the young lady during the day.

What happened in the evening made her a little embarrassed, but no matter how embarrassing it was, because there was no one around, it was suitable to explain clearly.

She stepped forward and just called out a phantom.

Seeing Phantom walking over, he directly stuffed a cloth bag into her arms and said, "I heard that women like it. I just have a set. If you don't need it, I'll give it to you."

Cuiyan snorted, what was the situation, the phantom gave her something.

God, what is this, she didn't even look at the cloth bag, she quickly said: "Phantom, I..."

Before I come out, the Phantom will be gone, no one will be there!

Cui Yan is really depressed, she is really a secret guard, who has come and gone without a trace.

She also looked for it in this piece, and finally gave up when she couldn't find it. How could this misunderstanding have been upgraded, and the phantom actually gave her a gift.

Cuiyan sighed, thinking about going back tomorrow, and to find a chance to clarify, otherwise, I feel that the misunderstanding will get deeper and deeper.

She carried the cloth bag back, it was not heavy at all, and it was soft. Finally, driven by curiosity, she opened it and glanced at it, and at one glance, she stopped.

It was a fox fur scarf and matching gloves.

Only those noble ladies can afford it. After all, fur is very expensive.

Moreover, he said that he just happened to have it. Where can a big man have such a thing, it is a new purchase at first glance.

It's been so late since he came back, and he ran out to buy it again?

Usually looking at such a rough person, do you still know how to go shopping?

Cui Yan is very strange, and while thinking about it, she is careful.

She suddenly smiled and put the things away.

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When Shen Juncheng came back, it was already twenty, and a thin layer of snow had already fallen...

I think of a song, I can't bear to leave, but I can't bear to leave...