After Gao married the prince, the sick and weak concubine lost her horse

Chapter 231 231 Crash
The kid waved his hand.

"I've already been paid."

Saying that, he raised his hand.

"On the pier, the man asked me to deliver the letter to the girl, without saying anything else."

After saying that, he turned around to leave, but Shen Qingci hurriedly stopped him, but she still pushed the pearl to the child.

"What kind of person is he, how old is he?"

Seeing that Shen Qingci insisted on giving it, the child stretched out his dirty little hand, and carefully held the pearl in his hand.

"It seems to be about 30 years old? An uncle who looks very gentle. I can take my two sisters to him."

Hearing this, Shen Qingci's eyes lit up.

She has an injury on her foot and it is difficult for her to walk, but fortunately, Yunshui Town is different from other places in that it is a county town built near the water.

Out of the city gate is the pier.

She was afraid that the person would go far away, so she quickly asked Ting Lan to follow the child first.

She herself carried lightness kung fu and followed behind with her feet bouncing all the way.

The dozens of merchant ships that came from Qingzhou last night were still berthed at the pier, plus the ships that came from other places, it was impossible to see the end at a glance.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth, and when I looked up, I couldn't see anyone except a few boatmen who were clearing the snow.

The kid was standing in front of a cargo ship, scratching the back of his head in confusion.

"Strange, people were still here just now."

Shen Qingci frowned and looked, there was the logo of the Wang family on it, it was the merchant ship of the Wang family that came from Qingzhou with them.

Ting Lan took the child on board and searched around again, but still couldn't find the person who asked him to deliver the letter.

Although Shen Qingci had already expected this result before chasing after him, but at this moment, he was still indescribably disappointed.

Ting Lan took the child to another place to inquire.

The snow fell more and more, and the howling north wind made people's eyes hurt.

Not far away, the river's veins seemed to show signs of freezing.

Standing alone at the ferry, Shen Qingci suddenly wanted to cry.

I still remember that the winter after A Niang left was also such a heavy snowfall.

That day was Aunt's birthday.

The way the father and daughter walked down from the cemetery was also so bitingly cold.

Father held her tightly in his arms, facing the cold wind, and stepped on the snow down the mountain.

She was young then and didn't know what death meant.

Just ask Dad, when will Mommy come back.

It was clearly a raging snowstorm, but what fell on her face was a touch of warmth.

Only later did she realize that those were tears from her father.

"Ah Wan, good boy, Auntie has gone to a far away place and won't be coming back. Dad will be with you from now on."

"Will Dad stay with me all the time? Will you go to find Mommy?"

"Father has been with Ah Wan all the time."

……

Memories come like a flood.

Shen Qingci clenched the letter in his hand, and his eyes turned red instantly.

When she heard the news of Father's accident from Liu Wu, she didn't cry.

She didn't cry when she saw the tomb that the Jiang family arranged for Dad.

Through so many days and nights of anxiety and loss of news and clues, she did not cry.

But the moment she got this letter and saw the handwriting on it, she was almost defeated.

There were footsteps behind him.

Shen Qingci subconsciously turned around, but didn't see the expected figure.

The visitor was dressed in a black brocade robe and a silver fox cloak. Although he was wearing half a silver mask, Shen Qingci recognized him at a glance.

Sheng Tingye.

Xu Shicai hurried over from elsewhere. He was always meticulous and tidy, and the corners of his robe were still stained with mud.

I don't know who I went to see before, it should be to hide my identity, so I wore a mask.

At that moment, he stepped on the snow, and he was already handsome and noble, even more like a god.

It was just because it was not the person Shen Qingci was expecting, and when she saw that it was him, the light of hope in her eyes disappeared in an instant.

The tears that hadn't been suppressed yet, and the red corners of the eyes still made him look straight.

"Why are you crying?"

Sheng Tingye stepped forward, untied the cloak on her body and wrapped her up.

There was a charcoal basin burning in the room, Shen Qingci was not dressed too thickly, and came out in a hurry, without even thinking about adding more clothes.

The limbs that were already stiff and numb from the cold were instantly engulfed by the temperature in the cloak, and Shen Qingci finally regained a little consciousness.

She was about to say nothing, but Sheng Tingye's gaze had already fallen on the letter in her hand.

Because I was emotional just now, an unconscious move.

She clutched the letter tightly, and at this moment, even her fingertips were turning white with cold.

Sheng Tingye covered her hands, and together with her hand and the letter, they were wrapped in his warm palm.

"Let's go back."

I don't know if it's Shen Qingci's illusion, but his voice is rare to be a little gentle, and it lacks the coldness that is usually unattainable.

Shen Qingci nodded.

But with just this one action, the tears that were originally stored in his eyes rolled down directly.

Then hit the snow in front of her.

Weep silently.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly.

The next moment, he bent down and hugged her horizontally.

Shen Qingci, who was still a little dazed, almost exclaimed.

She was about to refuse, but she heard him say: "Do you want the injury on your foot to heal sooner?"

Being as strong as him, coupled with this reason, Shen Qingci naturally couldn't say anything.

Fortunately, the road is not far away, and there are no people on the road.

On the way back, Shen Qingci had already adjusted his mentality.

After returning to the room, Sheng Tingye put Shen Qingci down.

He didn't ask anything along the way, but Shen Qingci knew, if he wanted to know, he just turned around and asked Ting Lan.

When she was reading the letter just now, Ting Lan was beside her.

So, there is nothing to hide.

Moreover, since he didn't speak, he was probably waiting for himself to take the initiative.

Sheng Tingye raised his hand and poured her a cup of hot tea.

Shen Qingci was still holding the letter that he hadn't had time to put away.

She frowned and looked at Sheng Tingye: "Is there nothing you want to ask, my lord?"

Sheng Tingye glanced at her lightly.

"If I asked, would you say it?"

Shen Qingci was speechless.

It was related to her life experience, her parents, she could not and did not dare to tell the whole story.

In such a situation in the past, she would tell a lie as soon as she opened her mouth.

But now, facing Sheng Tingye again, meeting such a pair of black eyes, thinking about how he has taken care of her these days, for a while, she couldn't say anything against her will.

But she wasn't in the mood to evade, so she quickly calmed down, and facing Sheng Tingye's probing gaze, she said calmly, "What does the lord want to know?"

Sheng Tingye raised his hand to take off the half silver mask, put it on the table casually, and poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea was fragrant, and after taking a sip slowly, he turned his head to look at Shen Qingci: "Let's talk about you and Yong Anbo."

Hearing this, Shen Qingci's heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked down at the letter in his hand.

Only then did I realize that after seeing the content before, I just ran out to chase people, but I didn't realize that half of the letter was exposed outside.

The word "Don't read" happened to be exposed outside.

Sheng Tingye should be asked to take a look.

When he was investigating the cause of Jiang Yuwan's death, he had checked the Jiang family, so he had seen her father's handwriting.

It's just that Shen Qingci didn't expect that he was so powerful, not only remembered, but also recognized at a glance with only two words.

(End of this chapter)