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Silver frost covering the tiles reflects the morning light, and the cold wind penetrates the thin clothes.

It was a cold early morning in early winter. In a corner near the Luo Mansion, a bun shop had just baked a tray of fresh buns. The hot steam rose and condensed into mist in the air.

Just behind this hazy mist, Li Er knocked on the gate of Luo Mansion.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" There were hurried footsteps from inside the door. An old man rubbed his sleepy eyes and slowly opened the door. Seeing Li Er outside in a tight suit, confusion appeared on his face. "You are..."

Luo Yao had just bought some steaming hot buns at the bun shop. While eating, he was walking back when he saw Zhou Jiu happily running over from a distance.

"Uncle Nine!"

The old man recognized Luo Yao at a glance, and happily stepped forward to grab his hand, his face full of heartache. Seeing that Luo Yao had returned unharmed, his voice trembled, "It's good that you're back... It's good that you're back..."

As the old man spoke, tears began to fall. He realized belatedly that he had grabbed the Princess Yong'an of the current dynasty. The old man quickly let go and was about to kneel down to salute, but Luo Yao grabbed him first.

"Uncle Jiu, there's no need to be so polite."

The old man stood up tremblingly. Hearing the noise, two guards rushed over. Seeing Luo Yao, they were very excited. "Young Master... Sun Qian and Sun Yin greet the princess!"

Luo Yao handed over a bag of steaming hot meat buns, "Share it, we just bought them!"

The maid Qingling and the cook He were cleaning the front yard and setting breakfast in the hall respectively. When they heard that the princess had returned, they dropped their work and rushed over.

Silver frost covering the tiles reflects the morning light, and the cold wind penetrates the thin clothes.

The wanderer's heart of home travels thousands of miles, and he knocks on the door of his old home on a winter morning.

The door opens slightly, and I can't suppress my emotions. I look at each other with tears in my eyes.

After fleeing for more than two months under a false name, I finally returned home safely, feeling extremely lucky.

Looking at the people surrounding him who burst into tears while laughing, Luo Yao felt a slight soreness in his nose, "You guys are crying so hard that I want to cry too."

Zhou Jiu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked at the empty surroundings, and hurriedly pulled Luo Yao into the mansion.

"Come in quickly, come in... This is not the place to talk."

Everyone knew that the Luo Mansion was under surveillance, so they quickly wiped away their tears and hugged Luo Yao back to the mansion.

After staggering back to the mansion crying, and sitting down in the hall, Luo Yao finally had the opportunity to recount what had happened before, and the conversation lasted until noon.

"Uncle Jiu, don't be careful. We released the portrait to build momentum before. Now the people of Lin'an County know that I, Luo Yao, have returned. They dare not take action in Lin'an County."

"But...those people..." The old man was still worried.

Luo Yao stood up and pressed the old man's shoulder. "If they want to monitor me, then let them do it. Anyway, I'm safe in Lin'an County now. Uncle Zhou, you're old, so don't worry about it. I'm so sleepy, I'm going back to my room to sleep!"

Before Zhou Jiu could say anything, Luo Yao had already slipped out.

The winter sun shines through the branches of the autumn frost pear tree, leaving tiny shadows on the old partition door. The door is open, and most of the tree shadow falls to the ground, with its long tail swaying in the breeze.

Luo Yao was lying on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, staring blankly at the thin branches of the pear tree outside the window. After a while, Luo Yao looked around his room. Looking at the pot of dark green cliff grass on the neatly tidy table, Luo Yao couldn't help but feel curious about what kind of person the original owner was.

The last time he lived in Lin'an County was a few years ago. Luo Yao followed his memory and dug out all the original owner's belongings.

Feng Chen moved several wooden boxes to the side of the table, and Luo Yao sat on a chair to look through them.

The original owner had beautiful handwriting, with vigorous vertical strokes and a touch of softness in the brushstrokes, but the brush and ink were from a few years ago, so the writing was straight and less arbitrary; the original owner also collected some paintings by famous artists, mostly ink paintings of mountains, rivers, lakes and seas. He was probably a young general. Although he had never been on the battlefield to kill the enemy, he had the world in his heart and lofty ambitions.

Luo Yao neatly put his paintings and brushes back into the wooden box, moved the things back to their original places, and returned to the table to look through the book that the original owner was reading.

The upper layers were filled with the Four Books and Five Classics, history, the Art of War... the kind of very boring books. Luo Yao picked up a pile of books at the bottom of the box, with a bit of surprise on his face. The original owner actually had quite a few folk chronicles, including Records of the Works of Nature, Books on Foreign Lands, and Stories of Ghosts and Monsters.

It seems the original owner wasn't that boring after all, and actually had some interesting hobbies...

Luo Yao picked up a ghost story with a yellowed cover from the bottom of the box, flipped through a page at random and began to read it carefully.

This page contains a folk legend called "Ancient Well and Peach Garden." It tells the story of a remote village called Shicun. One day, bandits invaded the village, forcing the people to flee. A seven-year-old child, separated from his family, panicked and lost, falling into a dry well and discovering the celestial Peach Blossom Spring...

* Arriving at a small fenced courtyard, I saw an old man and told him my origins. The old man was surprised and sighed, "This well is a secluded path that only those with destiny can reach. I have lived here for decades and have never seen outsiders come here."

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One misstep and he became a time traveler, into Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Spring... Luo Yao flipped through the pages casually and read another story.

One day, a group of soldiers passed through a remote border village. Soon, the villagers could see hundreds of ghosts parading at night...

He has a very rich imagination... Luo Yao wanted to continue watching, but Qingling, the maid at the door, interrupted him.

Luo Yao put down his book and walked over. "What's wrong, Qingling?"

The little girl hesitated.

Luo Yao thought Qingling might have just entered the mansion a few years ago and had never seen him before, so she was shy. Seeing her holding a wooden box, he took the initiative to ask, "Ling'er, are you here to give this box to me?"

The little girl nodded with a blushing face and stuffed the wooden box into Luo Yao's arms, "Young...Princess, these are letters sent to you. You are not at home, so Uncle Jiu asked Qingling to collect them for you."

A letter? Who would write him a letter? Luo Yao was about to ask who wrote the letter, but the little girl bowed to Luo Yao and said very quickly: "Princess, Ling'er still has the yard to clean, Ling'er is leaving first!"

Without waiting for Luo Yao to react, Qing Ling ran out.

Looking at the little girl's receding back, Luo Yao shook the wooden box in confusion and returned to the house with a puzzled look on his face.

Who wrote the letter to him?

The wooden box was opened, revealing a whole box full of small paper rolls.

Who?! There are so many, almost a hundred of them!

Could it be the original owner’s lover?

Luo Yao picked up a scroll and unfolded it. Seeing the contents on it, his fair face flushed...

Bei Zhenting's handwriting, written by Bei Zhenting!

When was it written? A complex mix of joy, gratitude, and sadness filled his chest. Clusters of flowers blossomed from the withered places in his heart, filling his chest as if they were about to burst out. Luo Yao's heart was pounding, a warm current surged up, and tears filled his eyes.

Can’t see anymore…

Tears blurred his vision. Luo Yao opened his eyes wide and tried hard to read the words clearly, his hands trembling...

He just sent a letter one night when he was under great pressure to raise money for disaster relief and had no way to vent his stress. He was just asking for the three boxes of gold that originally belonged to him and were occupied by Bei Zhenting!

A letter sent rashly! A letter Xiao Hui couldn't retrieve because it flew too fast! It traveled thousands of miles across the flames of war to reach Bei Zhenting, who was fighting in the capital! And Bei Zhenting responded!

Luo Yao looked at the small notes one by one, and her face turned red with tears...

Is he really... maybe... cherished by someone?

Overwhelming and conflicting emotions blew up in his mind like a storm, his eyes were dry, his head was dizzy... Luo Yao pulled his chest and gasped for breath. He didn't want to lose control, didn't want to lose his peace and clarity, so he lost consciousness and stopped thinking...

With a bed of rolled-up notes as his pillow, Luo Yao quickly fell asleep...

The quilt was soft and warm, wrapping him tenderly, comforting him, and giving him a sense of peace and security. Perhaps he was sleeping in the arms of a loving and compassionate God!

I slept soundly, without dreaming. When I woke up, my emotions had returned to normal, my body felt light, and a warmth enveloped me...

Luo Yao tidied up the papers and notes on the bed and sat in front of the desk in a daze.