Soon it was the day of the children's hundred day banquet.

The priest's house, which was supposed to be bustling, is now deserted. Qin Wuyan stays in the house with Zhuang Xiaoyu.

Zhuang Xiaoyu put the clothes, shoes, socks and tiger head hat in the basket, carried them to the child's grave and burned them one by one

Qin Wuyan looked at the scene silently, feeling inexplicable and mixed.

The next day, Zhuang Xiaoyu fell ill, with a hoarse throat and some low fever. She lay sick on her bed without any vitality.

The house began to be decorated again. In another half a month, it was the high priest's accession to the throne.

Zhuang Xiaoyu opened the window and looked at the red lanterns floating under the eaves and the red silk cloth hung up again. Suddenly, there was only sigh in front of him and in the bottom of his heart.

All the people in this world pursue fame and wealth. Since ancient times, people have died like lights out. Who remembers that the priest's house used to be surnamed Zhuang?

Everyone said that she was lucky to meet Qin Wuyan, but if Qin Wuyan's love for her was exchanged with the lives of her father, brother, children and close people, she would rather not.

Zhuang Xiaoyu put her handkerchief against her lips and coughed gently.

Someone stroked her back, and the man's mellow voice came from behind: "why do you cough so badly, why don't you lie down?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu took a breath, "it's all right. His bones are sore all day. It's better to walk around. Maybe he'll get better faster."

She turned her head and looked at Qin Wuyan. Maybe people are in good spirits at happy events. Although men are still thin, they are in good spirits. Their good-looking eyes are full of energy. When they look at her, their eyes are as light as water and extremely gentle.

Zhuang Xiaoyu said, "ah Yan, go somewhere with me."

"Where are you going?"

"I want to go to the jade temple to light a bright lamp for the children and donate some sesame oil money." Zhuang Xiaoyu glanced out of the window.

Branches sprout, peach blossoms are in bud, and the temperature is getting warmer day by day.

Zhuang Xiaoyu sighed: "time flies so fast. It's been so many years in the twinkling of an eye. If you're too busy, you can send some people to follow me and send me to Qingyu temple."

Qin Wuyan was really busy, but he couldn't spare a day. He was worried about her safety. He always didn't trust her to be outside alone, so he agreed: "I'm not busy. I'll go with you."

No matter how busy things are in the world, they can't be more important than Zhuang Xiaoyu.

The next day, Qin Wuyan and Zhuang Xiaoyu took a carriage out of the priest's house.

Along the way, the mighty guard opened the way ahead. Zhuang Xiaoyu opened the curtain on the window of the carriage, and a long arrow flew in from the outside. Fortunately, Qin Wuyan was around and pulled her. She dodged in time. The long arrow flew past Zhuang Xiaoyu's ear and nailed firmly to the wall of the carriage.

The hair is broken, floating down and falling on the instep.

Zhuang Xiaoyu was hugged in his arms by Qin Wuyan. Qin Wuyan waved his hand, and the curtain fell down, shielding the inside of the carriage.

The man patted Zhuang Xiaoyu on the back: "it's okay, don't be afraid."

Zhuang Xiaoyu was lying in Qin Wuyan's arms, her heart beating without a trace of disorder. She wanted to ask whether these people were directed at Qin Wuyan. Finally, she found that there was nothing to ask.

She is too lazy to care about these things, even if it involves her and his life and death.

The carriage slowed down, there was a riot outside, and the collision of swords could be heard occasionally. After about a incense burning time, the carriage drove faster.

The curtain shook, the faint smell of blood in the air was blown in by the breeze, and Zhuang Xiaoyu smelled the bad smell of rust in her nose