My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

Fu Shiyan got on the carriage and said something to Fu Lei, then saw the carriage turn around and head towards the city gate.

Huaying, the daughter of Zuo Cheng who had lost contact with the servant, found a place to rest under the eaves. There was no trace of anxiety on her pretty face. She rubbed her sore ankle, sat upright and waited for the servant to come find her, thinking that Qinghe must be very worried.

After a while, the sound of horse hooves came from afar, and Qinghe's voice could be heard faintly. Looking up, Huaying saw a carriage approaching quickly. She stood up and leaned inside.

The curtain of the carriage that passed by was blown open by the wind, and Huaying saw a man in a black robe, with a high nose bridge, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. His black hair was tied up, and he wore a small silver crown inlaid with jade. His back was straight, and he exuded an overwhelming nobility. Huaying realized that she was looking at his deep, icy eyes and glanced at her, and her heart tightened.

"Miss... wuwuwu." Qinghe's crying voice came from a distance. Huaying couldn't help but laugh and shouted towards the voice, "Qinghe, I'm here."

Not long after he finished shouting, his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

"Fu Shiyan, Fu Shiyan, what are you thinking about? Can you write a few words for my cold noodle advertisement after dinner?" It was rare to see Fu Shiyan absent-minded. Huaying tilted her head and looked at the handsome man opposite her and said.

"Okay, let's eat." Fu Shiyan's eyes sank slightly, with some thoughts churning in his mind.

After eating, the two people looked at the moon again like yesterday. Fu Shiyan's eyes swept over Huaying and saw that she was absent-minded again. Her eyes became deeper. I wonder how much effect the medicine had on her?

The night was getting colder. Huaying put a piece of clothing on her body, turned her head and looked up at the tall man and said, "Fu Shiyan, do you miss home? I rarely hear you talk about your family."

"The person closest to me has passed away. What's the point of thinking..." Fu Shiyan replied in a low voice.

Thinking that Fu Shiyan was also an orphan like herself, Huaying not only comforted him in a gentle voice, "There is a saying in our hometown that deceased relatives will become stars in the sky and the mountain breeze, and will continue to accompany you in another way. Some people also say that when we ride in the same car with our relatives, they get off first when we arrive at the station. We should thank them for their care and company along the way, say goodbye to them properly, and then move forward more firmly to make them feel at ease."

Looking at the bright moon, she thought about the few people in this world whom she missed.

"Where is your hometown?" Fu Shiyan's eyes fell on her face.

"In China." After saying this casually, he realized something and avoided Fu Shiyan's gaze, pretending to be calm and said, "I was talking about Wu State. I slipped up, hehe."

Fu Shiyan took her little action into his sight, touched her head and said gently, "It's late at night, go wash up and have a rest, I'll do the dishes."

Huaying got up to boil water and wash up. After she was done, Fu Shiyan heard no movement outside, so he changed into night clothes, climbed out the window and left the courtyard.

Huaying had a dreamless night. She woke up early in the morning, washed up, called Fu Shiyan to get up and cook, then carried a small bamboo basket and left the house to go into the mountains with Dongxue.

Fu Shiyan, who had just fallen asleep, slowly opened his eyes with a barely perceptible smile on the corner of his mouth. The little girl had recently learned to command him.

Huaying and Dongxue went into the mountains to dig wild vegetables and pick up firewood. Recently, due to the disappearance of Brother Liu, there are fewer villagers going into the mountains than before. Their bamboo baskets are almost full, and it is not even noon yet.

The back mountain was still some distance away from here. Seeing that Dongxue's little hands were pierced by bamboo thorns, he said, "Dongxue, I want to go to the back mountain to find pepper vines. Can you ask Fu Shiyan for some disinfectant to wipe your hands when you get home?"

"Sister Huaying, I want to go to the back mountain with you. My hands don't hurt." Dongxue really wanted to be with Huaying. She also wanted to see what chili peppers were. Besides, she would be scared if she went back alone.

"Then can we carry the firewood back home and go out again?" It is not cost-effective to carry such heavy things to the back mountain.

"Okay, I'll listen to Sister Huaying." Dongxue's smile was like a little sun.

He patted her head and said, "Let's go home."

"Sister Huaying, I noticed that you like to touch my head a lot recently." Dongxue raised her little face and looked at Huaying who was carrying a bamboo basket on her back.

Huaying suddenly felt that she had learned this action from someone, and couldn't help but smile, "Because Dongxue is smart and cute, I want to touch your head when I see you."

The two looked at each other and laughed again. Huaying taught her to sing with a small bamboo basket on her back. Dongxue had never heard such a beautiful song before, so she started to learn it seriously.

Fu Shiyan, who was copying books in the room, heard Huaying humming a song and entering the yard, "Fu Shiyan, I'm so hungry." Huaying put down the bamboo basket and walked into the kitchen. She opened the wet cloth covering the mung bean sprouts and rinsed them again so that they could make cold noodles.