A piece of Japanese incense

Zhi Yihe ran back to her room, wrote several pages of a letter with great enthusiasm, detailing her recent experiences. In particular, she stated that no matter whether Jiang Yu trusted her or not, she must make sure that she and Jiang Yu met.

But within a few days, Yu Tuan's reply arrived, with only two lines of words on the letterhead: "OK! I promise to complete the task!"

At the same time, she would receive letters from Hefeng every other day. Zhi Yihe only opened and read the first letter about her grandfather's prescription, and the rest were placed under her inkstone.

She still didn't know how to face him. If Jinqi was the instigator of the murder of her grandfather, then Hefeng and his father were also the culprits behind it. Moreover, her grandmother and the others were still imprisoned by her father, so how could she have any ties with him anymore?

She simply replied with a very official word of gratitude and put the matter behind her for the time being.

Since she got the prescription from her grandfather, Siqi's condition has indeed improved, but the effect is minimal. The herbs listed in the prescription are ordinary and there are no rare ones. I wonder if her grandfather has other secret recipes to suppress the disease.

Or maybe... the prescription is incomplete?

Zhi Yihe shook her head. Although she had not been with him for a long time, she had an inexplicable trust in him, as if they had known each other for many years.

Zhi Yihe helped Sister Xiangxiang find the Wang family, but Xiger's aunt cried bitterly after seeing her brother pass away, stuffed some silver and money, and left with an excuse.

Feeling guilty, Zhi Yihe decided to take on the responsibility of taking care of them for the rest of their lives. Sister Xiangxiang took care of Xiger day after day and also worked as a kitchen helper. With the busy schedule, life gradually became less difficult. However, Xiger had a broken leg and he would probably have to rely on crutches to walk for the rest of his life.

Ten days later, Yu Tuan finally received a letter, which said: Jiang Yu was very cautious, and with the help of his merits in solving the case, he sought a job for his son and finally got approval. He has now successfully brought Jiang Yu and his son out of Beijing.

Zhi Yihe counted the days and thought they would arrive in the next few days. Today, she received news that Shan Yi and Yu Yi were safe and sound and would arrive in Sanchuan soon. Zhi Yihe was happy. She had been salivating for a long time when she thought of the pomegranate wine that Princess Ruilin brewed to relieve Siqi's pain. So, she sneaked into the wine cellar alone in the dead of night, stole a jar, and secretly went back to her room to drink it alone.

Unexpectedly, just as the door closed, there was a knock on the door: "Young Master, the four-color crispy candies have arrived. Do you want them brought in?"

Zhi Yihe was wondering. When she checked the shop during the day, she praised the deliciousness of the candies in the candy shop. Could it be that the owner saw that she ate two extra pieces and was eager to give them to her?

"Little Lord?"

Zhi Yihe put down the wine and opened the door: "Give it to me, thank you! Remember to go to "Ju Lan Zhai" to pay for me tomorrow, don't take advantage of others for nothing."

She closed the door and was too lazy to turn on the light. She just picked up the jar of wine and took a big sip. The strong and complex aroma instantly rushed into her nose, and an indescribable burning sensation instantly swept over her, from her mouth to her throat, and then to her chest, as if a fire dragon was running around in her body, making her a little dizzy.

Zhi Yihe secretly opened the candy wrapper, wanting to use the candy to relieve the spiciness in her mouth, but she touched the subtle concave and convex marks on the paper, which looked like words but not words, and like pictures but not pictures.

Out of curiosity, she immediately turned on the light and unfolded the entire candy wrapper towards the light. A few words were clearly visible on it: The lantern outside your window wants me to ask you, are you willing to count the stars together?

"What is this? The merchant's little trick?" Zhi Yihe muttered to herself as she walked to the window and pushed open the window frame involuntarily. A fresh breeze brushed across her cheeks, like soft silk, taking away the heat in her heart caused by alcohol, and making her feel an indescribable comfort.

Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed the window sill, and then a clear head outline appeared in front of her.

Before Zhi Yihe could open her mouth, he covered her mouth. The man's features looked even more profound under the moonlight, with a distinct chin, a straight nose, and a pair of bottomless eyes. A gentle breeze blew, and a few strands of black hair fluttered. Only then could Zhi Yihe make out the man's face.

"You bastard! What the hell!?"

Zhi Yihe was about to reach out to hit him, but He Feng had already taken a step ahead of her, grabbed her hanging arm, and covered her mouth again.

Hefeng stared at her quietly, with a subtle tenderness and sadness in his eyes, as if he was looking for something, and seemed to be waiting for something. This unintentional deep affection made Zhi Yihe a little nervous. She avoided his sight and felt a touch of heat climbing from her neck to her ears.

He Feng's lips curled up slightly with a smile, and he leaned over slightly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "How does the candy taste?"

"Hey! Was it you who gave me the candy?!"

"Since you didn't reply to my letter, I had no choice but to come find you." Hefeng's gaze lingered on her face.

Zhi Yihe touched his burning cheek and said incoherently: "I drank a little wine and I'm a little drunk."

He Feng jumped into the house, picked up the wine jar and smelled it: "Yuquan? Is this the strongest drink you're drinking for the first time?"

"How do you know it's my first time drinking! I have cigarettes and alcohol in private, okay!" Zhi Yihe snatched the jar of wine proudly.

"Humph~ I don't know what you are like!"

"You talk as if you know everything about me." Not to be outdone, Zhi Yihe took another big gulp, opened his mouth wide, tears welled up in his eyes, his breathing became rapid, and he was a little out of breath.

"Hey, why do you have to be so stubborn!" Hefeng snatched the wine jar and placed it heavily on the table.

Zhi Yihe felt a little weak all over, and had to support himself on the table with his hands. He pointed at He Feng angrily and asked, "You scoundrel! You climbed through the window again! Tell me! What are you doing here? What is your purpose!"

Hefeng took Zhi Yihe into his arms, wrapped his arms firmly around her waist, let her body half lean on his chest, and wiped away her tears.

Zhi Yihe's mouth seemed to have lost all feeling, his heart was beating fast, his nasal cavity was filled with snot which he could not wipe away, and he could not snort anymore. His hands and arms were not only weak and numb, but also a little shaking. He even had difficulty holding the handkerchief that Hefeng handed to him.

Hefeng looked at Zhi Yihe stretching her mouth and tongue as hard as she could, and wiped her snot and saliva in panic. He originally just wanted to see her once and then leave, but unexpectedly he had to take care of her until the dawn.

When Zhi Yihe woke up, he found himself holding one of Hefeng's hands, and Hefeng was leaning against the head of the bed with his eyes closed, breathing evenly and deeply, a strand of hair fell on his forehead, and the other hand hung naturally on the edge of the bed with his fingers slightly bent.

His clothes were a little loose, with the collar slightly open, revealing his slender neck and strong chest lines.

Zhi Yihe's head suddenly exploded, and he recalled everything that happened last night in shock.

She only remembered being fed water and trying hard to swallow it, but the corners of her mouth kept trembling and the water flow was difficult to control, like a mentally retarded person.

She touched the front of her shirt and found it was still a little damp.

She ran out embarrassedly without even bothering to put on her shoes, squatting in the corner in a messy and funny posture, her mind in a mess.

"Young Master?! Why... are you here?" Tu Hua looked at Zhi Yihe inquiringly with confusion on his face.

Zhi Yihe suddenly remembered He Feng's identity, and immediately tried to calm down, straightened his body, and said calmly: "Um... don't clean my room today, no one is allowed to enter! Also, please boil some hot water, I want to take a bath, thank you."

"Doesn't the young master always take a bath before going to bed? Why today..." Tu Hua caught a glimpse of the solemnity on Zhi Yihe's face, so he didn't dare to continue asking questions.

Only when she was immersed in the warm bathtub did Zhi Yihe feel a little comforted and a little better. She swore that she would never see He Feng again in her life! If he dared to leak what happened last night, she would definitely find someone to break his legs!

A pair of hands skillfully and gently stroked her scalp, pressing softly. The unprecedented ease made the distracting thoughts in her brain gradually dissipate, and her body and mind felt extremely comfortable.

With the perfect kneading and rotation of the fingertips, every movement performed on her shoulder socket was so precise and delicate that Zhi Yihe suddenly opened his eyes and screamed in ecstasy: "Yutuan! Ahhhh! I missed you so much! When did you come!"