Chapter 27:

The couple followed Yuan Xianger into the courtyard. The winter night was quiet, and the dense trees around the courtyard were like countless shadows in the dark. They stood silently in the corner. Yingyingzhuo made the woman who had just entered the house a little fear, and she quietly took her husband's arm next to her.
Fortunately, the warm and bright light from the Shuying house in front of her made her feel a little relieved.
There was a thick and dense plane tree in the atrium of the yard. When they passed by, a strong dog under the tree suddenly barked fiercely, and bluffed the woman. She turned around and happened to see the edge of the tree. A pair of white hands stretched out from a small wooden house on tall feet and closed the door of the house the size of a chicken coop.
The woman shook her husband's sleeve nervously and motioned him to take a look. But his husband just reached out and patted her palm comfortingly.
"Liniang, this is a good place, don't be afraid." said her husband.
A cat turned around on the stone table under the tree. The cat was hidden in the dark. It was chaotic and could not see the hair color. Only a pair of eyes glowed green in the dark. It arched its back and meowed as if to Pounced.
The woman named Liniang couldn't help but "Oh". Yuan Xianger, who led the way in front, stopped and stopped, "Wu Yuan, these two are guests."
The cat squinted his eyes and disappeared into the canopy of the tree. A man's soft hum was faintly heard in the darkness.
Yuan Xianger led the two into the guest room, "You two must be hungry, sit here for a while, and I will prepare meals for you."
Liniang wanted to say something polite, but for some reason, when she heard Yuan Xiang'er say these words, she suddenly felt a strong sense of hunger in her belly.
When was the last time I ate and how long have I not eaten? She wondered in her mind.
"Then I will bother you. We have been on the road, and our stomachs are really empty." She thanked Yuan Xiang'er with some embarrassment.
Although the young master agreed to their request to stay, she kept her distance very coldly, making her a little embarrassed. But she did walk for too long, hungry and tired, it is rare to encounter such a warm and bright place. I had no choice but to disregard the many, cheeky to borrow here for one night.
Yuan Xianger turned and went out, and soon brought in a tray. On the tray were two bowls of rice and six dishes of fruit. She placed the two bowls of rice with chopsticks in front of Liniang and his wife, and set out the dishes. I lit three incense sticks on the incense table in the corner of the room, extinguished the open flame, and inserted it into the incense burner.
"Please do it yourself." She nodded to the couple and took the door to go out.
"It's so fragrant, my husband is coming soon." Liniang happily took her husband to sit down at the table, "husband, are you hungry? I'm really a little hungry and panicked, let's eat?"
Her husband sat down next to her, looked at her with a gentle and domineering look, picked up the chopsticks and kept putting the delicious food on the table into her bowl.
After marrying into the husband's house, their husband and wife have been in love with each other. It's just that in the recent period, the husband seems to have pity for her, not only has been by her side, but also holding her hand from time to time, looking at herself with a nostalgic look.
Liniang was sweet in her heart, but inexplicably sorrowful. She picked up the chopsticks and served her husband. "It's delicious. Although the girl from the master's house looks cold and not talkative, she is actually a good person for us. For preparing such a sumptuous meal, we must thank her tomorrow."
"Well, we thank her very much," said her husband.
They quickly ate their meals and lay on the bed hand in hand.
"Ah, it's really comfortable. After working hard for so long, I can finally have a good rest." Liniang hid in the warm bedding, and held hands with her husband, with her forehead against her forehead, and whispered quietly, "My husband, don't you think I feel a little strange here. The girl seems a little strange. Did you see that she has been holding a white dog in her hand. The dog seems to be injured and its fur is falling off piece by piece. But it looks at people. His eyes are really cold, like...like a wolf in the mountains. It's obviously such a small dog, and I shivered with the cold when it looked at it."
"It's okay, Liniang, you don't have to be afraid of anything, don't worry, everything is still with me." His husband reached out and put her in his arms.
Yes, there is a husband, I have nothing to worry about. Liniang was lying on the warm bed, leaning against her husband’s chest, feeling an unprecedented level of relief.
"We haven't been back for so long. You'er don't know if you missed us, she must rush home early tomorrow." Her voice gradually became low.
I don't know where I heard a bell calling for Qing Lingling, accompanied by the voice of a woman chanting scriptures. The voice came from the deep air, long and short, ethereal and ethereal, as if it could heal all the suffering in the world and purify all the dirt in the world.
"Husband, have you heard that someone is chanting." Liniang closed her eyes and murmured, "This place is so comfortable, I want to sleep well."
She seems to have forgotten many things, but at this time she no longer wants to think about it.
"You have worked hard, Liniang, sleep at ease. You'er has me watching. Just rest assured."
A familiar voice sounded in her ears, and Liniang felt that she was surrounded by warmth and comfort, as if she was soaking in the warmest hot spring, her body was light and comfortable, and her clothes flew upward.
Yuan Xiang'er sat cross-legged on a futon, gently shook the small imperial clock in his hand, silently reciting the death mantra.
The clear bells and the sound of mantra rang all night.
At the end of the Yin Dynasty, the sky will be clear.
Sirius curled up by her legs, suddenly opened his amber eyes and looked at the door of the house. The man who was supposed to be in the guest room appeared at the door of the room at this moment, with a sad expression on his face, clasping his hands, and bowing deeply to Yuan Xiang'er.
Yuan Xianger finished the spell and looked up at him, "Doctor Han, don't you remember me?"
When she was still young, she had just arrived in Queqiu Town, playing with the Tie Niu Dahuas in front of Yongji Hall at Dongjiekou, accidentally stepping on the mud pit and fell.
A young doctor squatted in front of her, "Are you the new apprentice of Mr. Nature? The little girl fell down but didn't cry. It's amazing."
He smiled and smeared some herbs on Yuan Xianger's broken knee. Each child was also given a cool autumn pear candy.
"Doctor Han is so nice, I will marry him and be a lady when I grow up." Erhua said with a runny nose in open pants.
"What nonsense, don't be ashamed." Dahua twisted her sister's arm. "Doctor Han has already said that he is going to marry sister Ali from Qingshixiang as his wife. Where can I get you this little slug?"
Doctor Han was still very young at the time, with a gentle smile in his eyebrows. He was not as sad as he is now, with Yin and Yang separated.
"I don’t want to repay you, how can I judge seniority based on age. The young man should be my salute." Han Rui stood in the shadow of the corner of the room from a distance. Between yin and yang, there is no relief. Today, Mr. Xin De offered to help, and he had just been born in the past. Han was grateful."
The rooster screamed in the courtyard, the sky was faint, and the figure of the man bowing to salute gradually faded and disappeared.
Yuan Xianger sat quietly in her position for a long time with her eyebrows drooped, and finally sighed softly before returning to the bedroom to rest.
After running around for a day and spending most of the night, she quickly fell asleep. The sky is getting brighter, and the morning sun shines on the quilt on her body through the window.
A small silver-white head was quietly raised from the mat on the edge of the kang.
At this
At such a quiet moment, Nan He was finally able to take a look at the man who was sleeping not far away with peace of mind. She looked tired, her brows wrinkled slightly in her sleep, with a black and blue hue. This person is always so gentle, not only saved herself without asking for anything, but even those two wandering ghosts, she spent a whole night of time and effort.
At this moment, her hand was resting on the side of her face, and her delicate fingers stopped quietly in front of Nan He's eyes. Nan He moved closer and moved her small nose. The tip of her nose faintly smelled the same medicinal smell as her own.
Little Wolf's eyes softened. Yesterday, this finger was stained with ointment, which slightly dispelled the hot pain on his skin. It was the same hands who held him trembling coldly in her arms, holding a delicate small bowl, and feeding him a fragrant chicken soup. She liked to touch her ears, left and right, and refused to let go.
Every time, when I was struggling in the abyss of pain, these hands would always appear in time to get myself out.
She stood under the tree and opened her arms, "Xiao Nan, come and jump down. I will follow you."
So he closed his eyes and jumped towards her. She was picked up by her in the warm arms, and brought out the lonely and cold tree hole to this lively and warm nest.
Nan He suddenly wanted to stick out his small tongue and lick the slightly red fingertips. He was taken aback by his thoughts, and hurriedly looked away. His gaze fell on the bright white neck, and the thin skin was buried under the blood vessels, which would break with a light bite that could not withstand sharp teeth. It was obviously so fragile. He didn't know why this human dared to use it. A weak body, standing by his side, insisting on facing the big demons like old seniors and misogynistic together.
On the neck, there was long hair like a cloud, and a white ear appeared from the long black hair. The earlobes are full, and the thin auricles are flesh-colored.
How does this ear feel to the touch? Nan He thought in his heart that it might be very soft, and it might be a little bit cold.
He stretched out his little furry paws, quietly trying to get closer, and hurriedly retracted before touching them, burying his head in the cushion, his heart pounding.
No wonder that person likes to touch other people's ears so much.
Yuan Xianger's eyelashes moved and turned over in his sleep. In a daze, I saw Tuancheng with his tail facing his little hairy ball, and reached out his hand and gently touched his tail.