When the car arrived at the Upper House, Fang Yun pushed open the door and entered, only to find that the house was empty.
Fang Yun stood silently in the yard and then walked to Yang Yuhuan's room.
Yang Yuhuan's dressing table was only covered with a small amount of rouge and face powder. Instead, the table beside the dressing table was covered with papers.
On one side was the "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names", "Thousand Character Classic", "Epigraph of My Shack", "Arrow in the Stone", and other poems written by Fang Yun himself. Yang Yuhuan used them as copybooks. On the other side was the result of Yang Yuhuan's writing. Although she learned from Fang Yun's "Liu Style", her writing was thinner and more delicate. Her weak appearance was very similar to her own.
On the desk, there were a few pieces of paper. The writing on them was like a dog's crawl. There were also a few cute paw prints.
Fang Yun smiled slightly. Those must be Nuo Nuo's masterpiece.
On the side of the desk, there was a zither rack. A zither was placed on top of it. The two of them had chosen it together.
Ever since she knew that the zither and zither could be harmonized, Yang Yuhuan never touched the zither again. She only practiced the zither. Yang Yuhuan had a musical talent that ordinary scholars could not reach. Now that she had entered the first level of the zither, if the news spread, it would be enough to shock a country.
Fang Yun slowly walked to Yang Yuhuan's bed. The quilt was neatly folded. There was not a single wrinkle on the sheets. A faint fragrance came to his face.
At the head of the bed, there was an unfinished embroidery. Fang Yun reached out and picked it up.
There were already two mandarin ducks on it, but there was no water.
Fang Yun's eyes flashed. Finally, they dimmed and he slowly put it down. Fang Yun turned around and looked around Yang Yuhuan's room. He suddenly found that there were more things that belonged to scholars in this room. There were very few things that belonged to young girls.
Fang Yun suddenly saw images of Yang Yuhuan. Reading, writing, playing the zither, looking at the opposite study …
"Alas …" Fang Yun sighed softly. His eyes were a little moist.
"You. You must be having a hard time chasing after me … "
Fang Yun slowly walked out of Yang Yuhuan's bedroom and came to the living room. He sat down quietly and watched carefully.
For other people, the main hall was a place to receive guests and should be very familiar with it. However, Fang Yun felt that this place was very unfamiliar.
After living here for several months, the number of times he received guests here was extremely limited.
Fang Yun suddenly realized that he was doing it for the sake of studying and the Holy Path. He had sacrificed too much for Wen Wei.
Fang Yun was a little sad. He was too lonely.
Fang Yun didn't ask himself if it was worth it.
"In the end, time will tell."
Fang Yun silently stood up and walked out of the main hall. When he reached the door of the study, he looked back at the main hall.
"If I had a Half-saint as my father, perhaps I could spend more time in the main hall instead of the study."
Fang Yun entered the study. After closing the door, it was as if he was isolated from the world.
Fang Yun glanced around the study, whether it was the pattern on the bookshelf or the position of each book, whether it was the light from the friction of the chair's armrest or the angle of the table. They were all very familiar.
At this moment, it was only three or four days before death.
Fang Yun sat steadily on the chair and poured water into the inkstone. He took out an ordinary inkstone and slowly ground it.
"At least, I can't let the world of strange books down."
Fang Yun's mind calmed down in an instant.
Fang Yun looked out the window. Night fell, and a few stars could be seen faintly. There was no moonlight in the sky at the end of the month.
"At least, I can't let the world of strange books down!"
Fang Yun repeated it in his heart for the second time. He took out a book from the table, "Solutions to the Classics of Grand Scholars", and chose a classic topic. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the brush and started writing slowly.
After writing two classics in a row, Fang Yun chose a few policy topics and answered them seriously.
At night, the sound of a carriage came from outside the door. Fang Yun washed the small regular script brush gently in the brush washer, put it on the brush holder, and got up to walk out.
The lantern entered the door, followed by the eunuch's low voice, "Madam Fang, please be careful. It's dark and the lights in the room are not on yet. If you get hurt, the Empress Dowager will break our legs. "
"You're home?" Fang Yun looked at Yang Yuhuan, whose cheeks were slightly red under the light of the lantern, and suddenly felt a little strange. After knowing Yang Yuhuan for so long, it was the first time he welcomed Yang Yuhuan back home.
"Yes, I'm back." Yang Yuhuan looked at Fang Yun under the starry sky and nodded gently. She seemed a little shy and instinctively lowered her head a little, not wanting Fang Yun to see her slightly red and swollen eyes.
"Ying ying …"
Nuu threw the ink tortoise into the flower bed and jumped into Fang Yun's arms. She looked at Fang Yun with tears in her eyes and kept rubbing her head against Fang Yun's chest.
"I'm fine." Fang Yun smiled and stroked the little fox.
"I finally see you! The palace is actually not that bad, much worse than my home! "The little yellow dragon flew to Fang Yun's side and was still smiling, but his eyes were more serious than usual.
Yang Yuhuan walked slowly and stood in front of Fang Yun. She looked up at the face that she had been thinking about day and night and said softly, "You've lost weight."
"You too." Fang Yun reached out and stroked Yang Yuhuan's cheek. Yang Yuhuan instinctively dodged and her face was as red as fire, but then she slowly moved back and let her face touch Fang Yun's palm.
The ink tortoise came out of the flower bed and secretly looked around the courtyard. It was about to leave when it saw the little fox glancing at it. It then slowly crawled back to the study with its head down.
Yang Yuhuan reached out and gently tugged at Fang Yun's clothes and asked, "You're going to take the exam tomorrow?"
"Yes. Did your trip to the palace go smoothly? "Fang Yun continued to stroke Yang Yuhuan's face.
Yang Yuhuan blushed and said softly, "It was alright. Those madams all supported me and said that they would support me. Her Majesty the Empress Dowager is very nice. She even held my hand and chatted with me. Nuu really likes her. "
"Ying ying!" The little fox nodded vigorously.
"Oh, that's right. The Empress Dowager is very beautiful and very majestic. I've seen her in the palace before, but this time I saw her in the main hall of Changle Palace. I found that the Empress Dowager is more like an emperor than the emperors in dramas. Also, the Empress Dowager is very nice. "
"What did she say?" Fang Yun asked.
"The Empress Dowager didn't say much. On the contrary, those madams talked a lot. Hongzhuang also talked a lot. I don't remember the details. My mind was very chaotic at the time. After knowing that you were released from prison, I didn't want to cry out for justice. I just wanted to go home and see you. Let me think … Yes, the Empress Dowager said that since you're crying out for justice, then it should be investigated thoroughly. Tomorrow, Yuan Su's matter will be thoroughly investigated. Also, the Empress Dowager told me to go home and wait … wait for our wedding day. She will personally come to congratulate me … "
Yang Yuhuan's voice became softer and softer. In the end, it was almost inaudible.
"It's been hard on you these days." Fang Yun quietly looked at Yang Yuhuan.
Who knew that Yang Yuhuan smiled faintly and said, "It's nothing."
Fang Yun stared blankly and sighed, "Yes, compared to our days in Ji County, it's nothing."
Yang Yuhuan handed the river shell to Fang Yun.
Fang Yun put the river shell back into Yang Yuhuan's hands and said, "Tomorrow is the first day of the twelfth month. I have to go to the exam. I will be in the exam room from the first day to the third day. I can only come back on the fourth day. I'll leave this river shell with you."
"Xiao Yun. You … Are you hiding something from me? " Yang Yuhuan quietly looked at Fang Yun. There was not the slightest trace of panic in her eyes. Instead, there was an unprecedented determination.
"It's nothing." Fang Yun looked at Yang Yuhuan's clear eyes and his heart panicked.
Yang Yuhuan faintly smiled and said, "Our family's Xiao Yun is the worst at lying. If you have something to say, tell sister. Back then when you were bullied in the private school, didn't you cry and complain to sister? During the most difficult time, sister thought of everything. I can endure anything. "
Fang Yun suddenly understood that perhaps the strongest person in the family was not him, but the girl in front of him who blushed from time to time. Her face was red. Her body was soft, her heart was warm, but she was also the strongest person in the world.
A man who licked blood from the edge of a blade to survive on the battlefield, no matter how hard it was. It was not as hard as a teenage girl who raised her younger brother to support a family. Burning the fire, cooking, fetching water, washing clothes, embroidering, knitting, raising chickens, making shoes, sweeping, wiping the stove, sewing, etc. These things might be easier than killing people, but killing people could not be done for a lifetime. These things had to be done for a lifetime, day after day, year after year.
Now, Yang Yuhuan still had to write, read, compose poems, play the zither … She had to chase after her beloved and could not be left far behind.
She was much stronger than men!
A warm smile appeared on Fang Yun's face as he said, "Someone wants to kill me, I might not be able to come back."
"That's really troublesome. I can't talk on paper, and I can't speak eloquently. En, I'll wait for you at home. I know you will definitely come back. "Yang Yuhuan's hands were tightly clenched, her expression abnormally calm.
"If I don't come back, Ao Huang will help you deal with the things in the Yin River Shell. After I die, the Fang family will be the Xusheng family. With Ao Huang, no one will dare to bully you. If you want to stay in the Fang family, then stay. If you don't want to stay, then take the Yin River Shell to where you want to go. I will write my will. "
"I'm not going anywhere. I'll wait for you at home." Yang Yuhuan's voice was resolute and decisive.
"Sister Yuhuan, don't throw a tantrum."
"I'll wait for you at home." Yang Yuhuan's voice was even more resolute. After she finished speaking, she ignored Fang Yun and walked straight into the house.
"I'll go prepare the things for tomorrow's imperial examination for you." Yang Yuhuan's footsteps were much faster than usual.
Nuu looked at Fang Yun in confusion, then looked at Yang Yuhuan's back. Then, she cried out to Fang Yun twice and ran towards Yang Yuhuan.
Fang Yun opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.
Ao Huang put his dragon head on Fang Yun's shoulder and said, "Your wife … no, my sister-in-law is not bad. It's okay, you're lucky, you definitely won't die … Look at this dragon's mouth. That's right, my sister went to the West Sea Dragon Palace to borrow an ancient divine item to save you, but she was rejected by the West Sea Dragon Sage. That old guy is really a good-for-nothing. He has always been on good terms with the demons and barbarians. He doesn't like humans. "
"Why doesn't he like humans?" Fang Yun asked.
"Do you still remember that Snake Half-saint who was chased away by King Wen at the end of Shang Dynasty?"
"I remember."
"That Snake Half-saint was actually born from the West Sea Dragon Sage and a Snake Grand Demon King when they were playing in the demon realm. That Snake Sage was extremely talented and took more than a hundred years to become a Saint. After escaping from King Wen, he actually became a Great Saint with the help of the West Sea Dragon Sage. Of course, we Dragons are slightly stronger than the demons and barbarians. Even if that Snake Sage became a Great Saint, he still couldn't compare to the four old farts of the Four Seas Dragon Sage. You know what happened after that. Snake Sage was killed by Kong Sheng on the spot and cooked into soup. "
"So the enmity between the West Sea Dragon Sage and us humans is actually so deep."
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