The warm sun in winter slowly reflects on everything, and bits of golden light jump and shine among the glazed houses, like calligraphy and painting with rich ink and color, revealing infinite vitality everywhere.
The sky is clear and blue, and there is a faint eagle flying away in the distance, passing through the clouds and away from the dust.
Song Yueyi closed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath, feeling this hard-won moment of freedom.
As the sound of horse hooves gradually slowed down, Liu Feng's voice came from the carriage, "Girl, the Chu House on Nan Fushan Road has arrived. The door is locked. How do we get in?"
Song Yueyi said cautiously: "Don't worry, I have the key. We have to avoid it as much as possible. You first see if you are being followed."
Nan Fushan Road is about half an hour away from Xie's Mansion. It is also separated from the two long streets of Xuanping and Anshan. It is in a relatively quiet place surrounded by mountains and rivers.
Since the previous dynasty, this place has been a retreat for the wealthy members of the imperial family who lived in Jianghu.
It is said that Nan Fushan Road has excellent feng shui. Living here for a long time will not only prolong your life and avoid diseases, but also attract good luck and avoid evil, and will not attract filth. It is a place with outstanding people.
Before leaving Beijing, her parents called her to the study and personally handed her the deed and keys to Chu House.
He also told her that the Chu house was given to her by her maternal grandfather as a thank you after she saved a man named Chu by chance many years ago.
When her mother was preparing to marry into the Song family, her grandfather saw that the Song family's ancestral home was in Jianghu, so he transferred this house as a dowry to prepare for future needs.
Before going out, her parents had repeatedly told her not to say anything. First of all, this house was worth millions of dollars. There was a hot spring in the house, which had the effect of healing wounds and detoxifying. On weekdays, she only hired a lame old man to guard the house. Sprinkle, the more low-key the better;
Secondly, to avoid being caught by the uncle and his family, they would have to squeeze in and live in the house by taking advantage of the first-come-first-served position near the water.
When the time comes, it will be easier to invite gods than to send them away. As a girl who is away from home, she will be the opponent of those rogues. Even if she wins or loses, she will definitely lose the face of the Song family.
In the first fantasy world, she remembered that she got married in this house, except that the words "Chu House" on the lintel were replaced by "Song House".
And when her father and brother sent her to Jianghu at the beginning of the year, there was actually a friend of her father traveling with them.
"Yuanyuan, this is Chaoyan... uncle, a... relative of the Zhenguo Palace. I heard that the Feng Shui of Chu House is excellent, and I want to use the auspicious aura to ward off evil spirits. I may want to stay in Chu House for a while... …”
"It will take up to half a year. When you have settled some trivial matters in the Xie family and set a wedding date, Chaoyan... uncle should have left..."
Her father also said that when the time comes, she will either write a letter to be picked up, go to her old house or her uncle's house, or live back in the Chu house to wait for her marriage.
But who would have thought that when she straightened out the affairs of the Xie family, the Xie family did not mention the wedding date until she fell ill...
During her illness, her uncle and aunt had also come here. Their faces were so flattering to Mrs. Xie and Xie Jingling that she really didn't want to take another look at them.
"Don't worry, girl, this area of Nanfushan has always been owned by high-ranking officials and wealthy households. Because it's too remote, those people can't live here for ten and a half days in a year. Generally, idlers won't come here. But girls don't have to get out of the car, either. Just give me the key."
Liufeng's words brought Song Yueyi's thoughts back.
She hurriedly handed over the key she had prepared.
Liu Feng took it, jumped off the carriage, looked around cautiously, and found no suspicious person before going to open the side door.
Then he drove the carriage directly in.
"Girl, wait here for a moment. I'll lock the door outside and then climb over the wall. Even if they come looking for her, they won't find anyone inside."
Liufeng confessed, took the key and went out again.
Song Yueyi couldn't sit still, so she covered the wound on her forehead with a handkerchief and got off the carriage.
I remember that in the first fantasy world, she was retained by Mrs. Xie until the new year and she moved out to prepare for her marriage.
The moment she opened the mansion, she saw the courtyard full of weeds, fallen leaves, and desolation, as if there had been no human presence for two or three months.
She had complained in her heart that it was fine for Chao Yan to leave, but the person hired to clean was just collecting money and not doing anything...
But the scenery in front of me is completely different from the desolation in my memory. The corridors are connected, the rocks are dotted, the pavilions are spacious, and the pine trees on both sides are tall and tall, and it is full of vitality.
Looking around, everything is clean and bright. Under the gray walls and green tiles of the central courtyard, three or two branches of jade-calyx plum blossoms are playfully exposed.
She felt a lightness in her heart, and walked towards the small plum forest facing the fragrance of flowers. Suddenly she saw that the fallen plum blossoms on the ground had been swept into a pile. There was a person in thin clothes, lying on his back with a broom in his arms, as if he was sweeping the flowers. Just fell down.
The man's face was clear and handsome, and he was his father's friend Chao Yan.
She was shocked. She was only wearing a thin green velvet shirt with a thin collar and large sleeves in the middle of winter. She must have been sick from the cold...
She hurried over, "Uncle Yan, Uncle Yan, wake up quickly..."
She knelt down and called several times, but no one responded. In her desperation, she didn't care about the defense between men and women. She couldn't help but patted his cheek and called again, "Uncle Yan, wake up quickly. You must not sleep on the ground..."
Before she finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out from Chao Yan.
Caught off guard, Song Yueyi was sprayed with blood on her head and face.
Her whole body froze.
"Xiao Yue'er, why are you here?"
Chao Yan opened his eyes and saw the little girl he had made miserable. He was not annoyed because she disturbed his practice. Instead, he sat up from the flowers and raised his sleeves to wipe her face.
Song Yueyi, who had regained consciousness, slapped him on the arm angrily, "You are an elder, do you want to bully me?"
I don't know whether it was because of grievance or because the tension for many days suddenly relaxed. With this shot, strings of tears unexpectedly flowed down uncontrollably. Anyway, in my own home, I didn't care whether it was appropriate or not. I just let the tears flow for a while. The ground drips.
The hand that Chao Yan raised his sleeve was neither closed nor closed. It stopped in mid-air, not knowing what to do.
Liufeng came over after hearing the sound and saw a young man sitting among the flowers, looking blankly at Song Yueyi, who was wiping away tears.
He knew this man. When he went to Beijing, he saw the master and the eldest son in the mansion being extremely respectful to him.
Although they were rarely seen in the carriage on the way to Jianghu, they did not separate until the border of Suizhou.
At this time, one of the two had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and the other had blood all over his head and face, and his face was covered with tears...
He didn't know why he was here, and he didn't know what the current situation was. He didn't dare to make any mistakes, so he could only ask: "Mr. Yan, this is..."
Chao Yan wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "It's nothing, I just spit out a mouthful of blood."
Liu Feng, who was also a martial arts practitioner, immediately understood what was going on and hurriedly bowed and explained: "Mr. Yan, I'm sorry, my girl got a little injured today. Please forgive me if I disturb you. I'll take her with me now. Get bandaged."
"She was injured? Who hit her?"
Chaoyan turned his face towards Song Yueyi, and then he saw clearly that in addition to his blood, there was also a broken skin on her forehead, and the surrounding area was swollen and bruised.
