Happy Marriage

An Sheng felt Leng Nanxian's strong heartbeat on the back of his hand, separated by his thin snow coat.

She suddenly suppressed her curiosity and stared at Leng Nanxian without blinking, a little greedy.

The master has clearly lost weight, his beard is sloppy, his face is haggard, and even his rosy red lips have turned pale, with cracked, faint bleeding threads, and condensed into dry brown blood scabs.

She wanted to touch Leng Nanxian's beard, wouldn't it be annoying?

With a slight movement of his fingertips, Leng Nanxian immediately woke up and suddenly raised his eyes to look at An Sheng.

Four eyes facing each other.

An Sheng saw the bloodshot eyes in those black and white eyes, and there was still moisture left on the eyelashes. After the shock at the bottom of the eyes, it was ecstasy, and it glowed with a bright luster, like the dark clouds dissipated and the bright moon was bright.

Then, Leng Nanxian pulled the corners of his lips with difficulty, his lips split open, and red bloodshots came out.

The hand he held was tight and trembling.

"Are you awake?" Leng Nanxian was a little incoherent with excitement: "When did you wake up?"

An Sheng blinked: "I woke up when you said that you still had a secret you didn't tell me."

A blush suddenly appeared on Leng Nanxian's face, which quickly smeared, and even turned his ears red: "It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up, do you feel any discomfort?"

An Sheng thought hard for a while: "I just feel a little hungry."

Leng Nanxian couldn't help but smile: "I'll ask Mrs. Feng to cook porridge for you!"

He stood up happily and turned to leave, but found that his hands were still intertwined with An Sheng's fingers.

He let go reluctantly, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, went out in a panic, opened the door and called Mrs. Feng: "Sister Feng, Mrs. Feng, do you have any porridge?"

As soon as the words fell, Sister Feng and Qianzhou rushed out of the room with their faces full of anticipation: "Young master is hungry? There is always hot rice on the stove."

Leng Nanxian shook his head: "An Sheng is awake."

"An Sheng is awake?"

After the two were startled, they rushed into the room in unison.

"An Sheng, you scared Mrs. Feng to death."

Although Sister Feng was fat, her body was extremely flexible, she pushed Qian Zhou aside and grabbed An Sheng's hand first.

Her hands were so strong that An Sheng couldn't help frowning.

Qianzhou hurriedly reminded: "Sister Feng, you're probably hurting An Sheng."

Sister Feng eased her hand in embarrassment: "Are you feeling any discomfort? Does it have a headache?"

Qianzhou only felt a sore nose and cried, "Miss Ansheng, I'm sorry, it's all my fault for letting you suffer this crime."

An Sheng and Qian Zhou were used to bickering, but seeing him revealing his true feelings, he felt a little uncomfortable and wrinkled his nose: "When I fill up my stomach in a while and have strength, naturally I want to settle the bill with you, and I will use you. abacus."

Sister Feng also cried with joy: "Yes! I'll cook for you right now. Let's talk about it when we're full."

I went out happily, but after a while, I brought two bowls of hot chicken noodle soup.

She ordered Qianzhou angrily: "What are you doing? Why don't you hurry up and wait for the young master to wash and eat."

Qian Zhou was still standing in front of An Sheng's bed, doing a deep self-examination with tears in his eyes. Hearing Mrs. Feng's instructions, he turned around and flew out embarrassed to get hot water in and wait on Leng Nanxian's face.

Sister Feng served An Sheng and wiped her face with her hands.

An Sheng had no strength in his hands and could not hold the bowl, so Mrs. Feng fed her mouth by mouth. He devoured his food, and gave birth to a fragrant sweat.

An Sheng recovered a lot of strength, and then jumped off. Coupled with the excitement of returning to the Yaolu for the first time, he recounted his experience of returning to the Yaolu several times and missing people.

Leng Nanxian suddenly stopped and asked her, "What's wrong with your injury?"

The smile on An Sheng's face froze, and the whole person became depressed. He didn't hide it, and told everything that happened in the Hou Mansion during these days. Hearing that, Sister Feng and Qianzhou were filled with righteous indignation and cursed loudly.

Leng Nanxian just sat quietly by the side, silent.

Sister Feng poked Qianzhou: "Miss An Sheng is weak and should rest a lot. Let's not disturb her."

Qianzhou also nodded and said, "Young master hasn't rested for two days. I have already tidy up the room next to me. You should rest as well, right?"

Sister Feng coughed lightly: "No one has lived in that room for a long time, it is as cold as an ice cellar, and there is no charcoal fire to dry it out in advance. The son is also recovering from his illness, how can he live there? This room is warm, and the next There's a couch and a blanket, so let's just take a break here."

Qianzhou didn't know why, so he denied it: "This has already been shocked, where is it?"

Before she could finish her words, Sister Feng glared back at her.

Then he suddenly realized: "That's right, Miss An Sheng also needs someone to take care of her here. If you can't leave, the son will be wronged temporarily."

An Sheng looked at Mrs. Feng and Qian Zhou again. Seeing the two of them kept winking, he felt inexplicable, as if they were hiding something from him.

Leng Nanxian pressed his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, "Alright."

There was a flush on his face when he finished speaking.

An Sheng blinked: "No, Qianzhou, are you hiding something from me?"

Qianzhou smiled "hee hee": "It's my son who wants to tell you something."

"What?"

Leng Nanxian turned his face and scolded Qianzhou lightly: "The book in the study"

Qianzhou shrank his neck and interrupted Leng Nanxian's words: "The books in the study need to be dried! Young master, it's getting dark this day, where should I go to dry the books?"

Leng Nanxian choked, opened his mouth again, Qianzhou was already like a loach, pulling the curtain and drilling out.

Mrs. Feng walked at the end and instructed: "If you need anything, just call Mrs. Feng. My son has been watching over you for the past two days. It's acupuncture and medicine, you don't eat or drink, you can't sleep at night. Really hard work.”

After he finished speaking, he gave Leng Nanxian a meaningful look, and followed Qianzhou out, closing the door carefully.

There were only An Sheng and Leng Nanxian left in the room, and the atmosphere was a little ambiguous for a while. An Sheng always felt that there was an unusual feeling surging in the dark.

The charcoal fire suddenly "popped", which startled An Sheng.

"Master, what do you want to say to An Sheng?" She looked at Leng Nanxian with a little playfulness.

Leng Nanxian's eyes wandered away in a panic: "No, don't listen to Qianzhou's nonsense."

"Just now, when I was in a coma, I clearly heard that you said you were hiding a secret from me." An Sheng looked at Leng Nanxian with both anticipation and panic in his eyes.

Leng Nanxian curled up his hands hidden in his cuffs, rubbed his nose, and said very uncomfortably, "Just saying it casually, I know you are the most curious. Ahem, I'm a little tired."

He turned his back, lay down in his clothes, lay on the long couch beside him, covered with a quilt, and turned around.

An Sheng knew that he had been guarding himself and would definitely be tired, so it was not easy to ask further questions. It's just that I just woke up, when I was excited, I closed my eyes and didn't feel sleepy.

She listened to Leng Nanxian's shallow and even breathing, as if she was asleep, and turned over gently.

The rustling sound probably alarmed Leng Nanxian, and his breathing stopped suddenly.

"Master, are you asleep?" An Sheng asked in a low voice.

Leng Nanxian gave a soft "um".

"I can't sleep." An Sheng bit his lower lip gently: "Did you get sick a few days ago? How neat is it now?"

There was weariness in Leng Nanxian's voice: "It's done."

"You look like you've lost a lot."

"Well, I've been busy recently."

An Sheng blinked: "Did something happen at home? When I came, I said you went out to Jiangnan."

Leng Nanxian turned his face, lay on his back, and said softly, "Yu Jingyun intercepted my family letter, ordered someone to imitate my family's handwriting, and lied that my grandmother was seriously ill. After my mother died, there was only my grandfather in the family. Grandma, they are the people I am closest to in this world. So I didn't bother to tell you, and immediately set off for Jiangnan."

An Sheng opened his eyes: "I never heard you talk about your family, I don't know."

"I grew up in Jiangnan and lived with my grandfather and grandmother. Jiangnan still has my Leng family ancestry to take care of. My grandfather and grandma couldn't get away for a while, so I stayed in Jiangnan and did not want to go to Beijing with me."

"Then, why did Master come to the capital?" An Sheng finally couldn't help but ask.

Leng Nanxian was silent for a moment, as if he didn't want to say more, and finally said truthfully: "My father is in the capital."

An Sheng said "oh": "No wonder you are not at Yaolu during the holidays. Why don't you go home during normal times? Isn't it very far?"

Leng Nanxian didn't answer for a long time, An Sheng leaned up and saw that he closed his eyes, as if he really fell asleep.

An Sheng lay down slowly, thinking about his own thoughts.

The first thing she remembered was her own falling into the water.

She was almost certain that it was not an accident that she fell into the water, but that Xia Ziwu pushed her into the water on purpose.

And the first person who entered the water to rescue himself was obviously also malicious, and it was probably not as simple as it seemed.

Moreover, how could Xia Ziwu and Xia Zixian have the courage to choose to do it in Hou Mansion? Mrs. Hou offered to entertain the three mothers and daughters of the Xue family. Is there any connection with this matter?

Is it because Xia Ziwu wanted to take his own life, or was there another conspiracy?

She tossed and turned, not having a definite answer in her mind.

The only thing that is gratifying to me is that I can finally return to Yaolu, and I can put down all my defenses, relax my heart, and live freely with my master.

Thinking of this, she was a little sad, and muttered to herself: "I've been in a coma for so long, and I don't know if my father will worry about me?"

went back to sleep.

Leng Nanxian turned his body gently, opened his eyes, and looked at her bed tent, his lips were slightly raised, and he sighed leisurely in his heart.