Chapter 4579

Soon it was the day of the child's hundred-day banquet.

The Priest's Mansion, which should have been bustling, was deserted at the moment, Qin Wuyan stayed in the mansion to accompany Zhuang Xiaoyu.

Zhuang Xiaoyu put the finished clothes, shoes, socks and tiger head hat in a basket, carried them to the child's grave, and burned them one by one...

Qin Wuyan watched this scene silently, feeling inexplicable and mixed.

The next day, Zhuang Xiaoyu fell ill, with a hoarse throat, some low-grade fever, lying sickly on the bed lifeless.

The house began to be decorated with lanterns and festoons again, and in half a month, it would be the enthronement ceremony of the high priest.

Zhuang Xiaoyu pushed open the window and looked at the red lanterns floating under the eaves and the red silk that had been hung up again, only stunned before his eyes, and sighed in his heart.

People in this world are all chasing fame and fortune. Since ancient times, people have died like a lamp going out. Who remembers that this priest's mansion used to be named Zhuang?

Everyone said that she was lucky in her three lives to meet someone as affectionate and dedicated as Qin Wuyan, but if Qin Wuyan's love for her was in exchange for the lives of her father, brother, children and those close to her, she would rather not.

Zhuang Xiaoyu pressed the handkerchief to her lips, coughing lightly.

Someone caressed her back, and a man's low and pleasant voice came from behind: "Why are you still coughing so badly, why don't you lie down?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu took a breath, "It's okay, my bones are sore from lying down all day, why don't you walk around, maybe the disease will get better sooner."

She turned her head and looked at Qin Wuyan. Maybe it was because people were in good spirits when they had a happy event. Although the man was still thin, he was full of energy, and his beautiful eyes were full of radiance. When he looked at her, his eyes were like water, extremely gentle.

Zhuang Xiaoyu said: "Ayan, accompany me to a place."

"where to?"

"I want to go to Qingyu Temple to light an ever-burning lamp for the child and donate some sesame oil money." Zhuang Xiaoyu glanced out the window.

The branches are sprouting, the peach blossoms are in bud, and the temperature is getting warmer day by day.

Zhuang Xiaoyu sighed: "Time flies so fast, so many years have passed in a blink of an eye, if you are too busy, you can send a few people to follow me and take me to Qingyu Temple."

Qin Wuyan is indeed busy, but he can't spare time in a day, and he is worried about her safety, and he is always worried about her being outside alone, so he readily agreed: "Not busy, I'll just go with you."

No matter how busy you are in this world, it is impossible to be more important than Zhuang Xiaoyu.

On the second day, Qin Wuyan and Zhuang Xiaoyu left the priest's mansion in a carriage.

The mighty guards along the way cleared the way ahead, Zhuang Xiaoyu lifted the curtain on the window of the carriage, and a long arrow flew in from the outside with a "swish", fortunately Qin Wuyan was by his side, he pulled her away and dodged Just in time, the long arrow flew past Zhuang Xiaoyu's ear, and was firmly nailed to the wall of the carriage.

The strands of hair broke, fluttering down and falling on the instep.

Zhuang Xiaoyu was hugged in Qin Wuyan's arms, Qin Wuyan raised his hand, and the curtain fell down, completely covering the inside of the carriage.

The man patted Zhuang Xiaoyu on the back: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Zhuang Xiaoyu was lying in Qin Wuyan's arms, her heartbeat was not disturbed at all, she wanted to ask if these people were after Qin Wuyan, but finally found that there was nothing to ask.

She was too lazy to care about these things, even if it involved her and his life and death.

The carriage slowed down, there was a commotion outside, occasionally the clash of swords could be heard, and after about a stick of incense, the carriage moved faster.

The curtain swayed, the faint smell of blood in the air was blown in by the breeze, Zhuang Xiaoyu smelled an unpleasant smell of rust...