Chapter 136： No (one more)

Chapter 136 Wrong (one more)

Seeing the fierce black air, Gu Yanfei's eyes twitched rapidly.

Gu Yanfei took another step forward, the tip of his nose moved, and he vaguely smelled an indistinct stench.

The air is filled with a strong scent of incense and charcoal, which strongly suppresses this rancid smell and mixes into another smell that makes people sick.

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

The second Mrs. Murong smiled and suggested: "Miss Gu, second girl, you two girls might as well 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. From now on, they will be your own family members, so you should get closer."

Mrs. 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, dressed in a simple lotus-colored blouse, with a double bun, and wearing only a lotus-colored silk flower around her body, she was neatly dressed.

She gracefully blessed the two sisters with a shallow smile.

Gu Yunzhen went to see Gu Yanfei subconsciously, saw her caressing the cuff gently, he immediately understood, and responded with a decent smile.

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

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

One of the stewards of Mrs. Murong followed along with a few maids and grandmothers, who accompanied her.

A few people walked out of this dead yard. It was very cold outside, and the wind blowing in the face had a biting chill, but it was better than the fresh air.

walked another winding path. Along the way, there was silence, and no one spoke for a while.

"Through the bamboo forest in front, it is a small garden." The first person to break the silence was Murong Yong.

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

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

Murong Hui bit her lower lip slightly and rubbed her hands on the veil, and then she said unwillingly, "This piece of gold-inlaid jade bamboo was specially transplanted from Jiangnan ten years ago by my father, and my second brother and I were also together at the time. Helped to plant a few plants."

"My mother loves those flowers and plants. The peony, hibiscus, peonies, chrysanthemums in the garden... are all found by my father for her, but it is a pity that the flowers wither at this season."

"There is a three-color plum grove on the west side of the garden, I will show you."

“…”

Murong Hui walked and talked all the way, her demeanor was generous and decent, her speech was gentle and tactful, but there was a faint hint of alienation.

After entering the garden, he took another half cup of tea, and the three-colored plum forest that Murong Hui said appeared in front of him.

A small plum forest is planted along the lake. Red plums, white plums and winter plums are perfectly intertwined in the forest. The plums are reflected on the lake.

Plum forests, rockeries, water pavilions and small lakes combine to form a picturesque scenery.

There is a stone bridge on the lake that is only enough for two people to run side by side, leading directly to the Merlin on the other side of the lake.

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

Before getting on the bridge, Murong Yong reminded cautiously: "Slip carefully."

He put a hand on Gu Yunzhen's forearm in a vain way, but he didn't touch her, he was polite.

Gu Yun smiled gratefully.

Seeing that he obeys etiquette and speaks decently, Gu Yunzhen's slightly uneasy heart calmed down a little, and his eyes were quiet.

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

She told herself time and time again that a woman is going to marry after all, as long as the other party is of decent character, she will do the duty that a wife should do, and the other party can give her the respect that her first wife should have.

She will be able to live her life well!

Murong Hui, who was walking in front, also heard the voice behind, and looked back at the two of them, the handkerchief in her hand twisted.

On the lake, a cold wind blows.

By the lake, the plum branches swayed and the "rustling" sounded. There were ripples on the lake surface with the wind.

After crossing the bridge, the four of them sat down in a warm pavilion in the forest. A furnace was buried in the ground of the warm pavilion, and the surrounding screen was used to block the wind. 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 a cold if he went out from the warm pavilion later.

Gu Yun really simply thanked him, and took off his cloak in a gracious manner.

Looking at this harmonious scene, Murong Hui's lips pursed into a straight line, and she almost wrote "unhappy" 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 doesn't treat me and the next few younger sisters like this..."

The eldest brother has been indifferent to his younger brothers and sisters since he was a child, and he likes to ignore them, but today he is so kind to this woman!

"Miss Murong," Gu Yanfei cast his eyes on Murong Hui, and suddenly said, "I think your grandmother is very ill, I'm afraid she won't survive the next winter snow, how long has she been ill?"

Murong Hui's face sank, and she thought to herself: How could anyone say such a thing! This is not auspicious!

Murong Hui snorted coldly and sneered yin and yang: "Listening to Second Lady Gu's stubborn tone, she seems to be skilled in medicine."

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

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

She wouldn't treat others as fools, thinking that Murong Yong couldn't recognize her if she got so close.

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

Greeting Gu Yanfei's clear pupils, the tea cup in Murong Yong's hand paused for a moment, and replied in a deep tone, "Grandma has been ill for almost three months."

"When the autumn and winter approached, my grandmother contracted the cold and fell down. The family searched for famous doctors, but the situation continued to deteriorate..."

Beside Murong Hui lowered her eyes, held the tea cup tightly with her fingers, and pursed her lips silently.

Outside the pavilion, the cold wind was blowing on the screen and the plum grove, making a crackling sound. Occasionally, a few broken flowers and fallen leaves were blown into the pavilion by the wind through the gap between the screen.

The atmosphere is a little dignified.

"That's not right." Gu Yanfei interrupted Murong Yong's words behind him, resting his chin in his right hand, with a lazy smirk on his lips, and said sarcastically, "She has been sick for at least three years."

Just now when Gu Yanfei approached Old Madam Murong, she smelled the rancid stench from her body.

That is the smell of the dead.

Even if the house was lit with incense, burnt charcoal, and put medicine pots and medicine bowls full of medicinal dregs, it could not cover up the strong rancid smell.

The pavilion fell into an eerie silence, and it seemed that even the wind outside had stopped, and needles could be heard falling.

Murong Hui's brows were twisted into knots, feeling that this second girl was really aggressive, she interjected coldly, "What do you mean by second girl Gu? How long has grandmother been sick, will we not know?"

"We not only hired an imperial doctor, but even the Qingren came to see my grandmother. If Miss Gu doesn't believe it, even though..."

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

Murong Hui shut her mouth shyly.

Murong Yong smiled apologetically and sighed: "Over the years, my grandmother has been old and weak, and her health is really bad. Every day I drink medicine is like drinking tea. I have been working outside for the past two years. worry…"

"My family didn't expect my grandmother's body to lose so quickly..."

Gu Yanfei put his hands on his chin and asked again with a smile, "Isn't the talisman attached to the window given by Shangqing Zhenren?"

"Of course." Murong Hui raised her chin proudly, her eyes shone too brightly, "A real person is very profound, fortunately he got his shot..."

As Murong Hui was speaking, at the end of her eyes, she saw a slender figure in yellow willow walking out from behind a rockery outside the forest, walking towards the warm pavilion.

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

The warm pavilion where the four people are located is specially designed, with a good view, which is the most suitable for enjoying the scenery, and you can take a panoramic view of the surrounding scenery.

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 face, dark and thick hair loosely tied into a crescent moon bun, fair skin, a sallow color on her cheeks, and a light color on her 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 with a slightly choked sob.

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

A pair of autumn water pupils filled with hazy tears, wanting to speak, and tenderness, which makes people feel pity.

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

Murong Yong frowned slightly in the pavilion, and there was not a trace of fluctuation in his dark brown pupils.

The atmosphere was slightly condensed, the pavilion was quiet, and three or five plum blossoms as white as snow were blown into the pavilion by the wind.

"That's a nice voice!" Gu Yanfei smiled brightly, breaking the silence with a smile, "Does your house support an opera troupe?"

Gu Yanfei's crisp and lively voice was exceptionally 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 face paled, and tears were about to come out.

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

"That's my cousin!"

(end of this chapter)