"After traveling forty miles to the east of Tianyou Pass, one can hear the gurgling sound of the water. This is the Naimeng River. The water of the Meng River is crystal clear and winds around Mengjia Village. It is sweet and soft to drink. The mountain walls on both sides of the bank are towering, and the strange rocks stand tall and heavy. [Expression] Above, there are clusters of strange pines and cypresses, and the sunlight shines on them. The two walls complement each other and are colorful. After crossing the Menghe Bridge, you can enter the Ming City." - "Shikoku Chronicles·Ogi Geographic Chronicles"
The second time Zheng Yu spoke to Zheng Chen was a month later.
During that time, everyone in the mansion knew that Mrs. Xiao's physical condition was deteriorating. Her mother would go to the backyard to see Mrs. Xiao every few days. Sometimes she would rather leave the dizzy Zheng Yu on the bed than carry the medicine box to write a prescription for Mrs. Xiao.
Zheng Yu once lay in the cold mansion, staying up from day to midnight, until the ray of sunlight crawled away from the window lattice, and until the sunflowers outside the door turned their heads, but his mother still didn't come back. She huddled in the quilt, and her tears were absorbed by the quilt. She couldn't understand why her mother refused to spend more time with her and why she wanted to leave her here alone.
"I'm sorry." After her mother came back, she held her in her arms and coaxed her warmly, "Xiaoyu, doctors must be kind. My mother-in-law is just not with you for a while, and you will feel lonely and helpless. If your mother-in-law is not with you, you will feel lonely and helpless. If you go to the backyard, your sister in the backyard will never have a mother-in-law."
Zheng Yu raised her head while sobbing and asked: "Sister and I are both our mother's children. Can... we never be separated?"
Lan Zhiqing just smiled and rubbed Zheng Yu's head, saying nothing.
After that day, my mother left home because she had to go to Lingyin to collect materials. After Zheng Yu had lunch, he followed the route he had memorized, bypassing the housewives and servants, and sneaked into the backyard.
"Sister." She stood on the bulge of the outer wall and whispered into the courtyard, but no one responded to her. Zheng Yu heard the servants in the front yard making noisy noises. He probably discovered that she was missing. His heart skipped a beat. He pressed his hands against the wall and climbed over the courtyard wall.
Unexpectedly, there was no fence on the wall in the courtyard. As soon as Zheng Yu climbed over it, he was about to fall over.
She was so scared that she closed her eyes and held her head in her hands. But her body did not fall to the ground, but fell into a warm embrace.
"elder sister?"
"Ouch, ouch." The woman holding her cried out twice in pain, lowered her head to look at her, and asked with a smile, "You are 'Xiaoyu', right?"
After she finished speaking, she shouted to the medicine garden in the distance: "Neem! Come here!"
Zheng Yu could no longer hear what she was saying. Her ears were so red that they were almost bleeding. The woman in front of her was so incredibly beautiful.
Her long brown hair was simply tied back, and her white clothes were as beautiful as snow. Her bangs were scattered on her white face, but she looked even more elegant and full of charm. Her skin was smooth and clean, showing a hint of the paleness that only a person with a long-term illness can show, and her facial features were even more delicate and beautiful, as if God was partial to her and condensed all the beauty in the world between her eyebrows. Zheng Yu stared at her face - she saw the beautiful curved eyebrows, her water-cut eyes filled with autumn waves, and the upturned eyelashes that were curled and thick, making the emotion in her eyes seem to be overflowing. The bridge of her nose was high but not severe, and there was a smile on the corners of her upturned lips. The light color of her lips reminded Zheng Yu that she was a patient.
Zheng Yu hurriedly struggled out of her arms and said, "Mrs. Xiao, hello... I'm sorry..."
Mrs. Xiao laughed and said, "Xiaoyu doll, raise your head, are you afraid of me?"
Zheng Yu heard the pattering of footsteps. She raised her head and saw Zheng Chen with his head wrapped in a floral kerchief, his face covered with dirt, and a basket in one hand and a sickle in the other.
"Xiaoyu?" Zheng Chen said in surprise, "Didn't Aunt Lan say something happened today?"
Zheng Yu glanced at Mrs. Xiao and ran to Zheng Chen's side in a few steps: "Madam, I'm not afraid of you... I am, I'm here to see my sister..."
Mrs. Xiao and Zheng Chen looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. Zheng Chen put the sickle into the basket, slung it on his shoulder, held Zheng Yu with one hand, and put his mother's arm with the other hand, and said, "Then let's go inside. If the wind blows outside all the time, you will catch a cold."
The three of them cleaned up the mess on the ground and the fragments of the carriage. Zheng Chen whistled into the woods. Not long after, Qian Qiancheng led the horse and carriage and walked out from behind the forest with his head lowered.
"I've met some noble people." He faced the three of them and saluted respectfully.
Zheng Chen walked up to Huahua Cheng and introduced: "Senior Hua, this is my little sister Xiao Yu, and Mr. Ling Han. Mr. Ling, Xiao Yu, this is Senior Hua."
She exchanged a look with Huahua Cheng, who lowered his felt hat, covered most of his face, and handed the horse rein to Han Ling.
He was carrying a blue and white robe on his back, which was the original luggage in the car. Han Ling opened the curtain, but it was empty inside. He could tell at a glance that Zheng Chen and Huahua Cheng had already discussed it.
"Although this carriage is a bit old, it is still reliable and not too eye-catching. It is more suitable for the two nobles." He took the fat carriage that Wang Xun gave to Han Ling and Zheng Yu. The sturdy brown-red horse raised his head slightly and glanced at Han Ling.
When he looked at Han Ling, Han Ling's eyes were also staring at him. The moment their eyes met, Qianqian Cheng's eyes froze and he looked at Zheng Chen in disbelief.
Zheng Chen stepped forward and patted his shoulder, then gave him a look. Even though Han Ling had no inner strength, he could also see that the two of them had used sound transmission to enter the secret.
However, Wang Xun clearly told him that only people with no inner strength can practice and use the candle shadow to shake the red. Zheng Chen was able to use voice transmission to enter secrets, and Han Ling just saw it clearly that she had considerable internal power.
But for a moment, he knew that he could not forcefully question Zheng Chen. Han Ling had no choice but to bow and thank Zheng Chen. After Zheng Chen carried Zheng Yu back to the carriage, and the two said goodbye for a while, Zheng Chen lowered the curtain.
"Han Ling," she looked at Han Ling who was sitting on the carriage, "Have a nice trip."
After she watched the two of them cross the Meng River and out of her sight, she looked at Qian Qiancheng and said, "Senior saw it just now. Is he really that 'Han Ling'?"
Qian Qiancheng's expression became a little strange. He lowered his head and thought for a long time before saying, "From what I can see, he is."
Zheng Chen narrowed his eyes, and Qian Qiancheng thought for a moment that she was going to chase their carriage back, but she just nodded and showed a meaningful smile.
"Okay." Zheng Chen looked at Qian Qiancheng. His face did not show the surprise or worry he expected, but the joy that the haze had been swept away.
"Girl, this Han Ling is not an easy person to deal with. He just asked the second girl to go with him. What do you mean?"
Zheng Chen stepped forward, stood beside Qian Qiancheng, and pointed in the direction where Han Ling and Zheng Yu were leaving. At that time, the scorching sun was in the sky, and the mountain walls on both sides of the Meng River were really illuminated with radiance and brilliance. The five-color brilliance flowed in the surging river water, shining brilliantly, making Zheng Chen's eyes as bright as colorful gems.
"Senior, my little sister's ability and means are not inferior to mine. I am only worried that she is too young, travels around the world, and does not know people well. Now it seems that she has chosen an equally capable person as an ally. I Can you not be proud of her?"
After she finished speaking, she laughed a few times and said: "I still remember when I was a child, Xiaoyu ran to the backyard to find me and met my mother. At that time, my mother pointed at Xiaoyu and said to me: 'This son It will definitely become a great thing'. Senior, don't you think so?"
Qian Qiancheng looked at the rolling waves of the river for a long time before speaking:
"It's just as the girl said. There is going to be another storm in this turbulent river and lake."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Zheng Chen and cupped his hands forward: "The girl woke me up, and Hua finally realized that he had other things to do. Taking the surging water of the Meng River as evidence, Hua and Girl, just say goodbye. Take care."
