Jiang Nv is indescribable

Chapter 338 How Can You Forget
Everything was completely silent, in a garden at the foot of Izumo Mountain, there was no one in the room, but suddenly there was a cry: "Liu Niang!"

Moments later, the lights in the main room came on.

With sleepy eyes open, Nan Quanqiang went to the couch to see his son.

The hanging curtain was half lifted, and the person on the couch was sitting, with half of his body leaning out of the tent, with a look of loss.

Nan Quan understood, the young master had dreamed again.

He didn't ask any more questions, turned around and poured a glass of water, "My lord, water."

Hu Changheng didn't answer, and pointed to the other side of the screen, "I saw her just now..."

As always, she came.

Standing at a place not too far away, with a faint smile, he called him my lord.

Danfeng looked at him with both eyes, wanting to say something, but also happy and sad...

It's a dream, it's all a dream.

How could Hu Changheng not know that it was a dream?
As time passed, even the wedding with her seemed like a dream.

At first, everyone around him was taboo to mention her; later, they all persuaded him to forget.

How to forget?
She was his wife who had worshiped the gods of heaven and earth, a gleam of light that was hard to find in such a dark life, a long-lost hope.

It was she who told him that there are hundreds of ways to live for a hundred years, and there are ways to live for ten years in ten years, just go there to your heart's content and leave no regrets.

It was she who told him that she was willing to accompany him day and night...

For the first time in my life, I was at a loss, and my heart beat for the first time, all because of her.

She is so soft, kind, beautiful, and so clear and sincere...

How can you forget?

Hu Changheng brushed Nan Quan's hand away, got up and went to the screen.

There was nothing behind the screen.

Without stopping, he went straight out the door.

Nan Quan knew he couldn't stop persuading him, but he didn't dare to persuade him. Seeing that he was only wearing single clothes, he quickly found a cloak and chased him out.

The young master stood under the porch, leaning on the porch pillar with one hand, looking up at the half-full moon in the sky.

"What time is it today?" he asked.

"The tenth day."

Hu Changheng nodded slightly, "The moon is almost full."

"It's just that, after the rain a while ago, the sky started to turn cold, and it got a little colder when we were in the mountains." Nan Quan said, shaking off the cloak and putting it on him, "Master, please—— "

The hair is loose, and the line of sight inevitably falls on it when tidying up.There are a few traces of silver mixed in the pitch black, which is obviously not so conspicuous, but under the moonlit night, it feels extremely glaring.He dialed it with his hand, trying to cover it.

Hu Changheng noticed his strangeness, and smiled indifferently, "The big dream makes my hair gray, or I am old."

The smile suddenly disappeared, with a bit of dignity, "Tell me, will she despise it?"

Nan Quan shook his head, shaking his head vigorously: "No, no! Young Madam is so friendly, not to mention not much, and I can't usually see it."

There was no way to comfort him, as if he was afraid of irritating him, the sweat on his forehead was rushing out.

Hu Changheng couldn't bear to embarrass him, and finally lost the mood to admire the moon, so he turned back.

Did not go back to the dormitory, went to the study.

Now it is more accurate to call this study room a studio.

The four walls are covered with scrolls, and the paintings are all of the same woman, sitting or standing, frowning or smiling, so lifelike, as if she will float off the wall in the next moment.

Nan Quan thought in his heart, if he could get off the painting, it would be great, the young master would not have to suffer so much.

He held up the lamp and followed the young master, looking at each picture, the earliest one is from the brocade weaving meeting.

In the painting, there are colorful brocades and crowded crowds in the vicinity, and in the distance, a gorgeous girl got off the carriage. While looking at the crowd, she listened to the maid's words with a soft expression and a smile on her lips.

No one knows the origin of this painting better than Nanquan.

During the time when the young lady was first robbed, the young master almost died several times. Although he relied on Master Cihang to save his life, he got two prescriptions from the doctors in the rivers and lakes. willing to drink.

Madam cried and begged so many times that she almost knelt down in front of his couch, so she didn't die.

But since then, there has been a desire to Buddha.

As the dust settled, the young lady was re-given to the fifth son of the Xiao family by the emperor.

The lord doesn't want to spoil the overall situation because of a woman, the son is full of pain and hatred, but he is sick and can't do anything, so he has the intention of abandoning himself.It's not that I really see through the world of mortals.

Nan Quan didn't understand at the time, seeing the young master as if walking dead, not seeing the lord and wife, even ignoring him, he was anxious!I was afraid that the young master would really convert to Buddhism, so he would live and die in the other garden at the foot of the mountain.

The young master's health is getting better day by day, but the person is becoming more and more silent. Nan Quan is beginning to be confused about his thoughts, but he knows how to make the young master happy.So on the first day of that year, on the way back to Izumo Temple from Huatong, he found a good medicine for the young master.

Whether this good medicine is useful to the young master, Nan Quan can't say for sure.It should be useful, but the usage seems not as good as he thought.

Since one flavor is not enough, find more flavors!

In the brocade weaving meeting held by Jiyuan the year before last, only one merchant from Jingzhou went to it, and it was Nanquan who instructed it.

Nan Quan just asked him to find out about the young lady's recent situation, but that person made a private claim, went up to say hello, and even made an invitation... Afterwards, Nan Quan received the heaviest punishment since he followed the seventh son.

The son also warned him that if he caused trouble to the young lady because of his recklessness, he would wait to die to apologize.

However, punishments come with punishments, the young master finally met the merchant.

I made this painting that night.

Nanquan is not very smart, but has some small cleverness.He is keenly aware that if he wants to cure the young master's heart disease, he can do it like this, even if it cannot be eradicated, it can be alleviated to some extent.

After that, Nanquan sent some people to Wuxiong.

With the lessons learned from the previous time, this time they did it more covertly, and the people they sent were all dead soldiers, so even if they were discovered, they would not cause any trouble.

Although the Wuxiong government office is not easy to get close to, fortunately the young lady often goes out, her reputation in Wuxiong is no less than that of Xiao Yuandu, so it is easy to inquire.

The deeds related to the young lady continued to come in... The young master's body is getting better day by day, and his spirit is getting stronger day by day. Finally, it is not that all things are empty, and he has never mentioned the matter of shaving.

Today, Master Cihang even personally said that the life and death catastrophe of the young master has passed.

Nan Quan was both happy and worried.

Because Master Cihang also said: You don’t need to enter Buddhism, but you are just living in the world of mortals, with the seven emotions and six desires eroding the gods and bones, and only if you are not sad or happy can you spend the rest of your life in peace.

The young master didn't seem to listen at all.

Still the same as before, he had to stop for a moment in front of each painting, his eyes were full of emotion, his brows and eyes were as soft as water, and he seemed to have endless things to say to the people in the paintings.

Knowing what he was going to do next, Nan Quan went to the desk and knelt down, laying out paper and grinding ink.

When it was time to mix the paint, Hu Changheng stopped him, "I will do it myself."

Nan Quan stood quietly at the side with his head bowed, watching the young master concentrating on meditation, holding his sleeves and writing ink, and watching the familiar figure jump out of the paper little by little with the stroke of the pen.

Wearing a water-blue dress with pinched waist and narrow sleeves, a horse under the crotch, a crossbow in his hand, and the arrow is aimed at the front, as if he will press down the machine in the next moment...

To be honest, Nan Quan is no longer able to match the woman in the painting with the delicate and weak girl back then.

Seventh Young Master put down his paintbrush, looked at it for a while, but sighed: "It's great, she has learned the collar again, she must be very happy."

Nan Quan was speechless.

Until the young master said again: "That person in Jingling, you can move."

Nan Quan bowed his head and promised, "Next month at the latest, I will definitely be able to go to Jiyuan."

Hu Changheng didn't make another sound, and put his hand on the woman in the painting.

One night the autumn wind and autumn leaves fall, and the two mirrors of autumn frost are sad.

Liu Niang, this year's Autumn Eve moon can't be rewarded together, but I'm not in a hurry, there is next year.

Every year, every year, every year, it is me and you after all.

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