I said softly, "What's wrong with you?"

Pei Yuanfeng turned his head and looked at me, his eyebrows were deeply locked. I felt that he had a lot to say, but when he saw me, he couldn't say a word.

Feeling that he was in a heavy mood, I thought about it, but instead made a faint smile and said, "What's wrong? You are all people who are about to get married, and you still look sad. Those who don't know think you are being forced to get married."

Hearing my jokes like this, he couldn't help but smile gently.

After being ridiculous, the shallow folds between my eyebrows remained unshakable. I thought about it and asked again: "Have you discussed with Mu Hua? When will the marriage be held?"

"A month later."

"So quickly? Is there time to prepare?"

"Originally, the wedding date was scheduled to be June, and many things were ready-made. Now it's just a matter of taking them out, and it's not difficult."

"Old Yao——"

"I just asked someone to send a message to me."

I nodded, looked at Pei Yuanxiu walking quietly with Lier in front of me, then stopped and said softly: "I told Huang Tianba about your marriage when I went to Wuwei."

Pei Yuanfeng's pace stopped.

"Although he didn't promise me anything, he was a human being and a business... I think you understand a little bit."

When I said this, I was already feeling a little sad, and a feeling of sorrow came up. Pei Yuanfeng's eyes became deeper, and it seemed to be a little painful. After a while, he said in a deep voice: "I know. This time, he left without looking back at Nian Baoyuze, and I understood what he meant."

He turned around and said to me, "Thank you."

"Nothing. I'm just a simple task."

"No. I know your friendship with him. If you want you to tell him about this, it will be very tormenting for you."

“…”

I lowered my head gently.

"However, long pain is worse than short pain. This will be good for everyone."

I nodded.

At this time, we had already walked through the rockery and vines garden, and we could see the open pavilion standing in front of us from a distance. Around us, a group of guards passed by us from the corridor and stopped to salute us.

He waved at them.

After those people left, I walked forward side by side with him, and I said softly: "Where is Miss Muhua?"

The folds between his eyebrows became deeper, and after a while, he said softly: "She went to the clinic in the city."

"I haven't come back so late?"

"Well. I used to be busy until late, but it has been like this every day recently." When he said this, he paused for a moment and his tone became heavier: "She doesn't seem to be in a good mood recently."

"Oh? Why?"

"I don't know either. I have been like this since Nian Baoyu came back. I asked her and she said it was okay, just said she was a little tired."

My brows frowned.

In fact, since Nian Baoyu came back, I also felt that Xue Muhua became much silent. You can tell that she was in a bad mood just by looking at it. However, since we arrived at Tianmu Temple, we have been constantly surprised and we didn’t have time to think about this trivial matter.

And now when I mention it, the deep haze in my heart can't help but magnify slowly.

I was silent for a while, turned to look at Pei Yuanfeng, and said, "You think, is it possible for her-"

"impossible!"

Before I could finish my words, I was interrupted by Pei Yuanfeng with a decisive expression. The heavy expression on his face became strong in an instant. As if to confirm what he said just now, he repeated: "Absolutely impossible!"

“…”

"When Yao Lao was treating her, he said that the dose of marrow washing she gave herself was very large, and even injured some of her organs. Therefore, it was impossible for her to recover!"

After hearing his firm words, I stopped for a moment.

After a long time, I let out a long sigh: "That's it..."

Actually, at this moment, I don’t know whether I feel relieved or feel more uncomfortable.

Xue Muhua will never restore her memory again. This may be cruel to her, but on the other hand, it may not be a kind of redemption, especially in the current situation where it is almost impossible for her and Huang Tianba to look back.

Perhaps, sometimes when the tragedy goes to an irreversible situation, another comedy may not be staged?

Thinking of this, I smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "Then I'll wait for your wedding."

Pei Yuanfeng turned to look at me and smiled.

I don’t know if it was my illusion, but although he smiled, his smile was not completely happy, and there seemed to be a hint of hidden worries, but he didn’t say anything else, but turned around and left.

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At night, I coaxed Li'er to bed early. Pei Yuanxiu took off his coat, but saw me pursing my hair in the mirror, and walked to me and said in confusion: "You still want to go out?"

I nodded: "Today is the last night, I want to go to the mourning hall to guard it."

His brows immediately frowned: "But your body."

"Don't worry, I won't force myself."

This guarantee obviously cannot dispel his worries. I smiled and said, "My cousin will send Master Zhengjue's spiritual position to Xishan tomorrow. If you go there, you may not be able to go back to the Yan family again, and he and I may not have the chance to meet."

“…”

"I want to talk to him."

“…”

He seemed to understand, thought for a while, and said, "It's not too late."

"Well, you go to bed earlier."

He looked back at the small bed. Li'er had closed his eyes and slept gently. Then he came over and kissed my temples lightly.

I couldn't help but blush, raised my head to look at him, and lowered my voice and said, "What are you doing!"

He smiled.

When he smiled like this, I felt even more embarrassed, so I turned around and went out.

The road was very quiet, with only a few lanterns swaying in the night sky, transforming into a quiet night scene in front of me. I followed the faint smell of fragrance in the air and walked outside the mourning hall. From a distance, I saw a person walking out of the inside hurriedly.

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As soon as he looked up, he saw that it was me and his brows frowned.

But I still met me with courtesy: "Miss."

"Young Master Wei."

I also bowed back to him, and the two of them had nothing to say, so he turned around and left.

I stood there and was a little wondering why he came to the mourning hall, but then I realized that Pei Yuanfeng and Yan Qingchen asked him to escort Yan Qinghan and Master Zhengjue's spiritual position to the West Mountain, and they were about to set off tomorrow. Of course, he would go to the mourning hall to explain to Yan Qinghan.

I looked back at his hurriedly leaving figure, then turned around and walked in.

I know he is in a bad mood, of course not only because he is responsible for such thankless escort work, but also because even if the marriage between Pei Yuanfeng and Xue Muhua was not officially announced, his status in the Yan family may not be hidden from him.

I have no other good feelings for him, but there is nothing right or wrong in the relationship. I just hope that this happy event can go smoothly.

As soon as I entered the door, another person came out.

When I looked closely, it was Li Guo.

Speaking of which, I have been back to the Yan family for so long, and I have not talked to this old friend since then, and he is always indifferent, as if he will not appear easily in the crowd, but as soon as Mrs. Yan gives orders, he will appear immediately. This kind of ability is like being passed down by Uncle Ai personally.

When he looked up, he saw that it was me, and hurriedly bowed respectfully and said: "Greetings to the eldest lady."

I looked at the proper arrangements in the mourning hall, looked at him again, and said, "Butler Li, thank you for these hard days."

He bowed: "Where is the responsibility, I dare not speak of hardship."

I smiled and nodded, he turned sideways and asked me to walk in, paused again, then turned around and left in a hurry.

When you walk into the mourning hall, it becomes much quieter.

On both sides of the mourning hall are white banners and elegy couplets hanging high, blown by the night wind, constantly floating in front of you. There is a moment of illusion, as if the heavy snow falls, which is fascinated.

I suddenly remembered what Aunt Hong told me before that after I left Xishan, my mother passed away the next day. Is the soul-suming banner floating all over the mountain the same as at this moment?

Just as I was a little stunned, a snow-white figure stood up from the front.

I also suddenly pulled out of my memories and looked at the eyes that were particularly light in color.

It's Yan Qinghan.

Compared to before, he was more than one or two minutes haggard.

He has been staying in the mourning hall for several days, which is unbearable for ordinary people, not to mention that his body is already quite weak. After a few days, he lost weight again, his cheekbones on his face became more prominent, and his face became paler, almost no different from the white clothes on his body.

When he saw me, he reached out to cover his mouth, coughed twice, and said, "You are here."

I nodded and walked over: "I know that my second uncle's spiritual position will be on the way to Xishan tomorrow, so I come here to accompany you."

He smiled, raised his hand and made a gesture, and I walked over and sat face to face with him on the soft futon.
To be continued...