On this day, it was drizzling, and for a moment, the capital was covered with a layer of fog under the misty rain.

"Miss, Lord Jiang is here."

When Aunt Zhang was delivering the message, I was in the study room. Because everything happened one after another recently, I rarely had a free time, so I stayed in the study room.

"Okay." I responded, and threw the guesses written on the paper into a paper ball aside.

Jianghuai came in the mist and rain, wearing a blue dress, his eyebrows and eyes were still as picturesque. He put the paper umbrella by the door and walked slowly over.

"Why are you here?" Logically speaking, although there are still people coming and going on the streets on such rainy days, they are not as bustling as usual. It is just that some vendors are helpless in setting up stalls on the streets in order to make money. The officials even went to the house after morning court. Who would come out to visit on rainy days like Jianghuai?

"Come here to see you." Jiang Huai lowered his eyes and chuckled, his dense eyelashes drooped down, forming a small shadow under his eyes, making Jiang Huai a little leisurely.

"The next day is a poetry appreciation meeting. If it is still raining, I will probably miss it." Jiang Huai looked at the drizzle outside the window and gently hit the stone slabs outside, and said in a low voice.

"Who is You Chen...?" I think Jiang Huai must know You Chen's identity, otherwise he would not be relieved to let You Chen take me back to Jishan.

"Have you heard of Old Man Wuwang?" Jiang Huai turned around and looked at me and asked softly.

"I have seen the calligraphy and paintings of Mr. Wuwang in...youchen's study." I thought about it and suddenly remembered that when I was in Jishan, I went to Youchen's study to look for books. I accidentally saw the calligraphy and paintings hanging in an inconspicuous place in the inner room of the study. The nomination for Mr. Wuwang was the old man.

"It is rumored that Old Man Wuwang is a practitioner of Taoism. He has been practicing the Taoism throughout his life and finally became an immortal on the ground." Jiang Huai turned around and looked at the dark sky outside, with a little more haze in his eyes.

"Then he and You Chen..." I looked at his back and stopped talking.

"You Chen once met the old man Wuwang, and the scenery of the You family was obtained by You Chen, but the You family was forgetting their righteousness when they saw profit, which caused this stiff situation now." Jiang Huai sighed lightly.

"..." I was speechless. I don't know whether the You family was profitable or not, but I know that the You family, Luo family, Jiang family must have close contact. Although only one person left in Jianghuai is left in the capital, and the Minister of the Jiang family has retired and left Beijing for many years, the relationship between the three families is still subtle.

"Jianghuai, I saw Luo Xiang's silk skirt in Jiang Mansion before, so you can find someone to sew one!" I looked up at him and jumped over the heavy topic.

"...Okay." Jiang Huai nodded. He knew what Luo Xiansheng meant. Only in this way could the disaster lead to the east.

I know that Jianghuai must have concealed something, but if I don’t know some things, it would be fine, but now I guessed it a little bit, I won’t give up.

"I'll make a pot of hot tea for you to warm up." I remembered that the cold air on Jiang Huai's body should have not yet dissipated, so I got up to get the teapot.

Later, when he came back from serving tea, he talked to Jiang Huai for a while, and then Jiang Huai left with an umbrella again, watching him leave, but he felt a little uncomfortable, just like the haze that could not be swept away from the sky.

After closing the window of the study room, I went back to the room and lie on the bed and sleep lightly.

In my dream, I seemed to go back to Huaiyu Pavilion and watched the banyan flower scene. I also seemed to go back to my childhood, sitting under the pear blossom tree waiting for Jianghuai to bring me new things. After a while, I finally returned to the fire. The fire was everywhere, and I felt like I was breathing, like a fish leaving the water, unable to breathe, and could only wait to be swallowed by the fire. Then the picture turned around and there was Jishan, You Chen sitting under the bamboo, gently stroking the seven-stringed zither, and his silver hair floated up, and he really had the illusion of being an immortal.

This night, the dream went around and felt that in despair and calm, I was struggling, but I could not escape the entanglement like a swamp.
Chapter completed!