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The two traveled south again, and it was already noon on the second day when they reached the bank of Qinghe River.
Yu Nuan has a lot of outfits, in addition to the daily necessities, there are also various homecoming gifts brought to her by the king of the Southwest. There are more than a dozen carriages in the back, all used to store things, not only silk and satin, but also various kinds of jade and gold from the southwest, weapons selected for the unborn child, and two real estate title deeds.
At that time, Yu Nuan refused, and Xi Nan Wang didn't force it, but just followed her cheerfully: "Oh, if you don't want it, then don't, don't get angry if you are obedient.
However, he just calmly ordered his servants to put all these into the accompanying objects, but he never mentioned it to Yu Nuan again.
Until they set off, Yu Nuan didn't know about such a thing.
She caressed her swollen belly, with a sad look on her pale face.
In fact, these things are of little use to her herself, and she has no idea about money and land deeds, let alone these are not hers.
But leave it to the childrendo the children really need it?
It's just the old man's wish.
In fact, she is full of worries about the trip to the south of the Yangtze River
She is afraid of giving birth, women giving birth, and children rushing to give birth to mothers to death. Not to mention that in ancient times, children born trembling with pain may not be able to grow up. Thinking about this, even if the eyes are full of beauty, they all become nothingness.
For the rest, there is probably nothing.
Subconsciously, she is somewhat familiar with this world. It was as if his every move reflected the shadow of another person.
And that person is the self buried in the deep sea under the tip of the iceberg.
This feeling is amazing, but when I think about it hard, there is nothing left. Perhaps when she was dreaming, she was the closest to herself. When she woke up from the dream, the shadowy and grotesque fragments would only make her extremely confused.
She felt that maybe she was being sentimental, or maybe that was the case, her past was far from that simple.
If there is no difference between all real substances, she is essentially the same as a table and a chair, only the way of existence is different, but she is an independent and clear individual in spirit.
She is sober and clearly aware that she is her own self, and has not been influenced and transformed by anyone.
So when she finds out that her behavior, handling, and all the reactions are different from the self in her memory, is she really herself? Is the place she is in reality, or an absurd environment made up? Because even in dreams, all the same pain sensations and emotional fluctuations will appear, only more bizarre and illogical.
But if this is reality, can it be considered that the subtle changes in it were discarded and forgotten by her?
Out of clear confidence in self-awareness, and bold assumptions Could the original owner be herself?
Due to the large amount of information, Yu Nuan was not sure, but he was not in a hurry to deny it.
Although he is doubting whether his memory and spirit have problems, and vaguely thinks that he may have a mental illness, it does not mean that Yu Nuan's rationality will let him go with the flow.
She still blamed herself a little.
Can't you have some ideas? Ah Nuan! Why are you so worthless, Ah Nuan! Is it really good to accept these strange settings so quickly! They told you to go to Jiangnan and you went! Whoever has the feet on him doesn't have autonomy anymore, aren't you a fairy!
Although contradictory, she still didn't feel any more rejection. Really helpless.
So Yu Nuan decided not to think about it anymore.
Because if you are too entangled, it will be a little tiring.
It took less than a day to reach the south bank of the river on a double-decker vermilion lacquered passenger ship. Since the Qinghe River Basin is connected to the main waters of the south of the Yangtze River, the speed of arrival is not slow when the wind is smooth in summer. Although the waterway is bumpy and bumpy, it is much faster than going to the south of the Yangtze River by detouring the Qiongling Pass in the distance.
It was the end of midsummer when she arrived. Compared with the dry heat in the farther north, the summer in the south is always sweltering, as if at the bottom of a deep lake, her chest was suffocated, and she had to take a deep breath to let herself go. She feels refreshed.
However, compared with the extreme climate in the southwest, the temperature in Fengdu, Jiangnan is not so high.
In addition, it rains from time to time. The raindrops sway in the sky and fall on the hot and dry green bricks, making the whole Fengdu soft and moist, and that is the feeling of a water town.
Not too lively, light and leisurely, two or three pedestrians walked by with hot snacks wrapped in oil paper, and a small Jiangnan song with a female voice came from the small building, mixed with the mellow pipa tune like pearls and jade.It's full of color, fragrance and taste.
She ate in small mouthfuls, and the warm interior flowed into the tip of her tongue. It was slightly sour and sweet, slightly salty, but it made her feel very satisfied.
Yes, Yu Nuan recently ordered the kitchen to improve the pastry, and mixed all kinds of strange flavors together, which is very enjoyable.
She didn't know what was wrong with her, but the change in her sense of taste made her wonder if she was weird?
Butit's really deliciouswellhave another bite?
It's just that, facing the servants who are waiting around her, she is too embarrassed to ask someone to taste a piece, and then stretches her neck and asks people: Do you think it is delicious? Is there a problem with my taste, or is there a problem with your taste?
This is a bit too much.
Fortunately, there were no real floods. The emperor has never slackened in controlling the river during his reign, and has made a series of adjustments to the management policy of the previous emperor. I heard that the rain this year is not too small, and the wind is also strong. , but due to proper regulation, the soaring water level was diverted into the North Stream, and there was no uncontrollable situation.
When Yu Nuan heard this, she stopped paying attention.
Because the month is a little older, she also spends more time sleeping every day. The doctor said that it was because she was weak and lacked energy when she was pregnant. Besides sleeping, she should also walk more.
Yu Nuan took it for granted. After all, compared to other pregnant women, she has heart disease, high blood pressure during pregnancy and various injuries, so she is not qualified to stay still.
There is a saying that the fat house is cool for a while, and the baby crematorium is born.
So under the strong persuasion of Zhou Laiyun's family, Yu Nuan decided to go for a walk in the courtyard.
She was afraid of going overboard on a painting boat, tired of shopping, and too noisy when listening to operas. Jiangnan didn't have many friends, and she wasn't interested in spending money.
In short, he refused to go out, refused to take half a step, and shook his head with the rattle.
From Zhou Laiyun's family: ""
One day at noon, Yu Nuan ate some soup with a lack of appetite, and planned to wander around the peony garden in the front yard.
This can be regarded as her necessary homework, and for some reason, this peony garden is very suitable for her. The pink peonies in twos and threes are next to each other, and the petals are trembling delicately, swaying with the wind, which is really moving.
Yu Nuan supported her waist and walked slowly, her mood gradually became clear and relaxed.
However, when the first drop of rain fell on her bun, Yu Nuan's slightly irritable temper when she was pregnant quickly rushed to the top of her head.
She felt that the baby in her belly was kicking herself, and she was a little unhappy, her face drooped and she was listless.
Wouldn't it be nice to wait for her to finish shopping in the garden before it rains!
not good.
So Yu Nuan, the master, had no choice but to rush to the gazebo to shelter from the rain like a drowned rat.
She looked at the heavy rain falling outside, feeling as if she was stuck by something, wet and dripping.
After a while, the heavy rain still didn't stop, but it became heavier and heavier.
Zhou Laiyun's family came from outside the courtyard and hurriedly saluted her: "Ma'am, there are foreigners who came to take shelter from the rain. They only said that they were pilgrims from the nearby Yuyao Mountain. When they walked halfway up the mountain, they discovered that it was raining heavily. Let me take shelter under your roof."
Yu Nuan looked dazed, as if this was the first time someone came to this village to shelter from the rain.
Zhou Laiyun's family reminded: "It seems to be a rich and powerful family, we can't be perfunctory, madam."
Yu Nuan thought about it too, so she asked, "Where is it placed?"
Zhou Laiyun's family said with a smile: "Before the maidservant came, it was convenient and settled. It's in the small courtyard in the peony garden. It was placed in the corridor from the outer door, so I didn't bother you, so I came to you with you." Ask for instructions."
Yu Nuan felt that Zhou Laiyun's family really understood her habits strangely.
She looked at her cuffs that were soaked by the rain, and said softly: "Since I am a powerful family, I don't want to be left out, so let's go have a cup of tea and entertain me."
Since she was in the Peony Garden, no matter how lazy she was, she had no reason to bypass the distinguished guests and leave directly, so she was supported by Zhou Laiyun's family, and walked inside little by little with an oiled paper umbrella.
The middle and upper class didn't eat much, Yu Nuan felt hungry at this time, and her complexion was a little pale, so she thought persistently in her heart that she would entertain the guests immediately before going back to eat.
Stepping over the wet blue bricks, she walked in from the vermilion veranda. The main hall for receiving guests was open and bright, but it was silent. The sounds in the veranda were fragmented and quiet, which calmed her a little dryness.
The nobleman inside was sitting by the window drinking tea, she only saw a corner of the carved window half open, outside was a weak pink peony, it was very pitiful to be scattered by the heavy rain, and the petals also fell into the black wet mud, only The fragrance of flowers is cool and quiet in rainy days.
In the light and shadow, the man held the teacup in his slender and well-defined hand, with bright yellow Buddha tassels hanging down from his left hand, and his voice was calm and gentle: "I passed by Guizhuang on the way to Shangxiang, but the heavy rain suddenly came, so I borrowed my wife's precious place to visit you." avoid."
Yu Nuan slowly lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes were like a small fan, making her look delicate and weak.
And the young woman's slender white wrists supported her lumbar spine, enduring the unbearable pain of late pregnancy, and she was pitifully skinny in front of him.
Due to mental burnout, her voice was weak but gentle: "Heavy rain keeps guests, I am happy." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com)The petals also fell into the black and wet mud, only the fragrance of flowers was cool and faint in the rainy day.
In the light and shadow, the man held the teacup in his slender and well-defined hand, with bright yellow Buddha tassels hanging down from his left hand, and his voice was calm and gentle: "I passed by Guizhuang on the way to Shangxiang, but the heavy rain suddenly came, so I borrowed my wife's precious place to visit you." avoid."
Yu Nuan slowly lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes were like a small fan, making her look delicate and weak.
And the young woman's slender white wrists supported her lumbar spine, enduring the unbearable pain of late pregnancy, and she was pitifully skinny in front of him.
Due to mental burnout, her voice was weak but gentle: "Heavy rain keeps guests, I am happy." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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