The nurse was surprised: "It's so late, who else will come?"

The guards were guarding the gate of the courtyard, and Zhuang Xiaoyu had just returned from Min Rui's wing, the weather was bad, and there were not many pilgrims in the temple.

Zhuang Xiaoyu said, "Ask through the door."

The wet nurse was also afraid of being unsafe, so she asked, "Who is it?"

Qin Wuyan's voice resounded outside the door, and along with the icy cold wind came in through the crack of the door: "Xiao Yu, it's me."

The man's voice was low and deep, still as pleasant as fine wine.

The nurse glanced at Zhuang Xiaoyu, quickly pushed Zhuang Xiaoyu onto the bed, and covered it with a quilt: "Young master is here, it's not good to be misunderstood by him, you should lie down quickly."

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "..."

The nurse frantically went to open the door, the cold wind carried Qin Wuyan into the bedroom, and the lit candle flickered and almost went out.

When Qin Wuyan came in, the wet nurse quickly closed the door: "It's such a cold night, why did you come here?"

Before leaving the Priest's Mansion and coming to Qingyu Temple, Qin Wuyan was clearly unaware of this matter.

Qin Wuyan stood in the middle of the wing room, slowly took off the cloak on his body, looked at the people inside through the gray-white curtain, "I heard that Xiao Yu is here, I came over after I finished my work."

The nurse's face twitched: "The wind is so strong this night, I really need to thank my aunt."

Qin Wuyan lowered his eyes: "I was thinking about Xiaoyu, so I hurried here, this wind is nothing, when I fell down the forbidden mountain, I worked hard to survive, climbed to the top of the mountain and went back to the priest's mansion to meet her."

Nurse: "..."

I always feel that Qin Wuyan's words have meaning in his words, but he doesn't know if he has discovered anything.

The nurse said in a low voice: "Miss just had a nightmare and just woke up for a while, slave went out first."

He also warned: "My lord, don't mess around in the pure place of Buddhism."

This sentence was extremely cryptic, but Qin Wuyan still understood it.

Qin Wuyan nodded, and said in a gentle tone, "Of course I know, nurse don't have to worry about me coming here abruptly."

The nurse took the tub and went to the next room.

There were only two people left in the room, and the candle was still flickering.

From the beginning to the end, Zhuang Xiaoyu lay on the bed, separated by a curtain, and kept silent.

Qin Wuyan put the cloak on the back of the chair, clenched the hands hanging from the cuffs tightly into fists, took a breath in his heart, took several breaths, and managed to calm himself down.

He walked to the side of the bed, raised his hand and opened the curtain, looked at the person lying inside: "Xiao Yu..."

Even though the eyes were covered with cold compresses, Ke's red and swollen eyes were still red and swollen.

Qin Wuyan stared at those eyes, and his heart felt like a needle prick. He didn't know what Min Rui said to her, which made her heartbroken.

Even if he mentioned the past just now, she still didn't respond.

Could it be that Min Rui told her about his relationship with Min Huizhu?

Qin Wuyan's heart was beating drums, in this life, the only thing he was sorry for was this matter.

Qin Wuyan observed Zhuang Xiaoyu's expression, and when he saw Zhuang Xiaoyu's appearance, he reached out to caress her face: "Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes slowly fogged up again: "I just came back from Mr. Min's wing."

Qin Wuyan: "..."

Qin Wuyan's heart rose to his throat.

There was a hint of crying in Zhuang Xiaoyu's voice: "He is very ill, and he will die soon."

Qin Wuyan: "..."

Hearing these words, Qin Wuyan's tense heart suddenly relaxed silently, and the fist tightly clenched in his cuff slowly opened...