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Looking at the ferocious and turbulent black air, Gu Yanfei's eyes jumped rapidly.

Gu Yanfei took another step forward, moved the tip of his nose, and faintly smelled an indistinct rancid smell.

The air is filled with a strong aroma of incense and charcoal, suppressing this rancid smell and mixing it into another smell that makes people want to vomit.

Gu Yanfei frowned, and the second wife of Murong's family next to her quickly stepped forward and stood in front of the couch. With a shake of the handkerchief in her hand, a strong scent of cinnamon came to her nostrils.

The Second Mrs. Murong suggested with a warm smile: "Miss Gu, Miss Er, you two girls, why don't you go out for a walk. The smell here is not very good, it's too stuffy."

"Sister Hui, you take the two Gu girls to play in the garden. They will be your own family from now on, so you should get closer."

The second wife of Murong hurriedly waved her hand and called Murong Hui, Murong Yong's younger sister.

Murong Hui looked about fifteen years old, with a melon-seeded face and cherry lips, wearing a simple lotus-colored shirt, with a double bun, wearing only a lotus-colored silk flower all over her body, her attire was plain.

She blessed the two sisters gracefully, showing a shallow smile.

Gu Yunzhen subconsciously went to look at Gu Yanfei, seeing her lightly stroking the cuff, he immediately understood it, and responded with a tactful smile.

So, the two sisters followed Murong Hui out of the inner room.

Murong Yong waited outside, saw them coming out, got up from the chair, said with a smile: "I'll go with you."

Mrs. Murong's one of the nurses in charge also followed with a few maidservants, accompanying her.

Several people strolled out of this lifeless courtyard. It was very cold outside the courtyard, and the wind blowing in front of them carried a biting chill, but it was better than the fresh air, which made people feel that the oppressive feeling of depression dissipated a lot at once.

Walking through another winding path, along the way, there was no sound, and no one spoke for a while.

"Through the bamboo forest in front, you will find a small garden." Murong Yong was the first to break the silence.

He raised his finger and pointed to the bamboo forest in front of him. The green bamboo leaves and yellow-green bamboo poles swayed in the cold wind, making a "rustling" sound, which was quiet and elegant.

Murong Yong stopped for a while, and glanced at Murong Hui with deep eyes.

Murong Hui bit her lower lip slightly, rubbed the handkerchief with both hands, and finally opened her mouth unwillingly: "This piece of gold-encrusted jade bamboo was transplanted from Jiangnan by my father ten years ago. Back then, my second brother and I also I helped plant a few plants."

"My mother loves those flowers and plants. The peonies, hibiscus, peonies, chrysanthemums in the garden... are all found by my father for her. It's a pity that all the flowers are withered in this season."

"There is a three-color plum grove on the west side of the garden. I'll take you there to have a look."

"..."

Murong Hui walked and talked all the way, her manners were generous and decent, her words were gentle and tactful, but there was a faint sense of alienation.

After entering the garden, after taking half a cup of tea, the three-color plum forest that Murong Hui mentioned appeared in front of him.

A small plum forest is planted along the lake. Red plums, white plums and wintersweets are perfectly intertwined in the forest. The plums are reflected on the lake, and the water and the water are colorful, like a brocade.

Plum forests, rockery, water pavilions and small lakes form a picturesque scene.

A stone bridge was built on the lake, only big enough for two people to walk side by side, leading directly to Meilin on the other side of the lake.

Gu Yanfei and Murong Hui walked in front, while Murong Yong and Gu Yunzhen walked behind.

Before going on the bridge, Murong Yong cautiously reminded: "Be careful when slipping."

He vainly supported Gu Yunzhen's forearm without touching her, and was very polite.

Gu Yunzhen smiled gratefully.

Seeing that he was adhering to etiquette and speaking appropriately, Gu Yunzhen's slightly uneasy heart calmed down a little, and his eyes became calm.

From yesterday to now, she has been thinking about this marriage, about Murong Yong, about her future life, and in the dead of night, she can't sleep.

She told herself time and time again that a woman is going to get married after all, as long as the other party's character is acceptable, she will do her duty as a wife, and it is enough for the other party to give her the respect that a first-law wife should have.

She must be able to live her life well!

Murong Hui, who was walking in front, also heard the voice behind, turned her head and glanced at the two, twisting the handkerchief in her hand.

On the lake, the wind blows.

By the lakeside, the plum branches swayed and there was a "rustling" sound, and the lake surface was rippled by the wind, and the faint plum fragrance seemed to be sent into their mouths and noses, which made people feel refreshed.

After crossing the bridge, the four of them sat down in a warm pavilion in the forest. A heater was buried in the ground of the warm pavilion, surrounded by screens to keep out the wind, and the pavilion was as warm as spring.

The maids of Murong's family immediately served tea and snacks to the master and the guests.

Murong Yong smiled and reminded Gu Yunzhen to take off his cloak, otherwise he would easily catch cold when he went out from the warming pavilion later.

Gu Yunzhen simply thanked him, and took off his cloak as kindly as possible.

Seeing this harmonious scene, Murong Hui's lips were pursed into a straight line, almost writing "unhappiness" directly on her face.

Murong Hui took a sip of tea and said sourly: "Miss Gu, my second brother is really considerate to you, but he is not like this to me and the next few younger sisters..."

The eldest brother was indifferent to his younger siblings since he was a child, and he loved to ignore them, but today he is so kind to this woman!

"Miss Murong," Gu Yanfei cast her eyes on Murong Hui, and said suddenly, "I think Grandma Ling is very sick, and I'm afraid she won't be able to survive the next winter snow. I wonder how long she has been sick?"

Murong Hui's face darkened, and she thought to herself: How can anyone talk like that! This must be unlucky!

Murong Hui snorted unhappily, and taunted in a strange way: "Listening to Miss Gu's stern tone, she seems to be good at medicine."

"Yes." Gu Yanfei nodded solemnly, and looked at Murong Yong who was sitting beside Murong Hui with a smile, "Second Master Murong should know."

She smiled calmly, her black and white pupils were as clear as a mountain stream, clear to the bottom, and she did not shy away from saving Duke Wei in Tianyin Pavilion that day.

She would not treat others as fools, thinking that Murong Yong would not be able to recognize her if she was so close.

What's the meaning? Murong Hui looked at Murong Yong in astonishment.

Meeting Gu Yanfei's clear pupils, the teacup in Murong Yong's hand paused slightly, and replied in a deep tone: "Grandma has been ill for almost three months."

"When autumn entered winter, my grandmother caught wind and cold and collapsed. The family searched for famous doctors, but the situation continued to deteriorate..."

Murong Hui next to her lowered her eyes, tightly pinched the teacup with her fingers, pursed her lips and remained silent.

Outside the pavilion, the cold wind was blowing against the screen and the plum trees, making crackling noises. Occasionally, a few broken flowers and fallen leaves were blown into the pavilion through the gaps in the screen.

The atmosphere is a little dignified.

"That's not right." Gu Yanfei interrupted Murong Yong's next words, resting his chin with his right hand, with a lazy sneer on his lips, he said mockingly, "She has been ill for at least three years."

Just now when Gu Yanfei approached Mrs. Murong, he smelled the rancid smell emanating from her body.

It was the smell of the dead.

Even if the room was lit with incense, burned charcoal, and placed medicine pots and bowls full of medicine dregs, the strong rancid smell could not be covered.

The pavilion suddenly fell into a strange dead silence, it seemed that even the wind outside had stopped, and a needle could be heard.

Murong Hui's brows were twisted into knots, feeling that the second girl Gu was really aggressive, so she interrupted coldly: "What does the second girl Gu mean by this? How long has grandma been ill, we don't know?"

"Not only did we invite the imperial physician, but even Shangqing Daoist came to see grandma. If Miss Gu Er doesn't believe it, just..."

Seeing Murong Hui's emotions getting higher and higher, Murong Yong reprimanded lightly: "Sister Hui." His tone was sharp.

Murong Hui shut her mouth in embarrassment.

Murong Yong smiled apologetically, and sighed: "These years, my grandmother is old and frail, and her health is really bad. Drinking medicine every day is like drinking tea. I have been working outside for the past two years, and when letters come from home, I always announce the good news but not the good news. worry……"

"The family didn't expect grandma's body to fail so quickly..."

Gu Yanfei folded his hands on his chin, and asked with a smile: "The amulets pasted on the window were given by Master Shangqing?"

"Of course." Murong Hui raised his chin triumphantly, his eyes gleamed too brightly, "The Daoist Daoism is profound, fortunately he took action..."

As Murong Hui was speaking, she saw a willow-yellow slender figure walking out of a rockery outside the forest, walking gracefully towards the warm pavilion here.

Murong Hui's eyes lit up involuntarily, and the corners of her lips raised, squinting at Gu Yunzhen who was sitting opposite her.

The warm pavilion where the four of them are located is specially designed, with a good view, the most suitable for enjoying the scenery, and they can take in the surrounding scenery at a glance.

Therefore, Gu Yanfei and Gu Yunzhen also noticed the person coming.

It was a young girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, with a beautiful appearance, thick black hair loosely pulled into a crescent moon bun, fair skin, a smear of hazelnut-like color on her cheeks, and light lips.

"Yong Lang."

The girl quickly walked to a white plum tree five or six feet away, her cherry lips moved slightly, and she shouted to Murong Yong slightly choked with sobs.

Her voice was as sweet as the song of a lark.

A pair of autumn water pupils filled with hazy tears, still wanting to speak, tender and tender, making people feel pity.

As the cold wind blew, a strand of hair on the girl's cheek hung down on her neck, trembling slightly, like a delicate flower ruthlessly ravaged by the cold wind.

Murong Yong in the pavilion frowned lightly, his dark brown pupils did not fluctuate at all.

The atmosphere was slightly condensed, and there was a silence in the pavilion, and three or five plum blossoms as white as snow were blown into the pavilion quietly by the wind.

"This voice is really nice!" Gu Yanfei smiled brightly, and broke the silence with a smile, "Does your residence have a theater troupe?"

Gu Yanfei's clear and bright voice was extremely loud in the pavilion.

The girl next to the white plum tree heard the words, as if she had been slapped on the spot, her complexion was slightly pale, and tears were about to come out.

Murong Hui frowned tightly, and reprimanded angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"That's my cousin!"