Nan Yan left the Hall of Martial Heroes, went back to Yeting to tidy up, left a message for Ran Xiaoyu, and followed Xiao Shunzi away.
This time, the carriage was the one that picked her up at Jane's house.
It's spacious, comfortable, and even has a small hand stove.
In the past few days, it was very cold in Jinling City, with gusts of cold wind, which made people's bones ache, but Nanyan sat in the spacious and comfortable carriage, holding a small hand stove in both hands, and she didn't feel cold at all.
On the contrary, it feels warm and harmonious.
That feeling was like being by Zhu Feng's side.
She knew that his body temperature was always very high. Even in the winter, on a bone-chilling morning, he would practice swords outside the Hall of Martial Heroes in only a thin layer of clothing, sweating profusely.
With him, I never feel cold.
It doesn't seem too cold to feel him.
However, as the carriage staggered forward and got closer and closer to the Si family, the sweetness in her heart gradually faded away, and what followed was the bitterness in her memory that she would never forget.
Some things are better not to touch.
But when you think about it, everything comes alive.
It was not until evening that the carriage stopped at the gate of a mansion that was both familiar and unfamiliar. The sky was dark and the cold wind was howling, but Nan Yan opened the curtain and looked outside, and saw a brightly lit gate.
Someone was already waiting at the door.
Nan Yan was helped out of the carriage by the coachman, and she took a closer look. Sure enough, the ones waiting at the door were Simu Yun who had met at Jian's house that day, and Simu Lan who looked reluctant.
I don't know how long she stood in the cold wind, her nose was a little red.
And when he saw this large carriage approaching, even his eyes turned red.
The servants standing behind the two of them were stunned for a moment when they saw such a large and luxurious carriage, and they all stared with wide eyes.
Someone whispered, "Second Miss, is this rich?"
"Would you like to return home?"
Although these words were light, they still reached Simu Lan's ears. She turned her head and gave a fierce look, and everyone immediately shut up.
At this time, Nanyan had already walked down the steps.
The two lanterns in front of the door illuminated her eyes and allowed her to see clearly the hall—a place that she thought she would never return to.
Si Muyun immediately walked down quickly: "Nan Yan, you are finally here."
"..."
"Mulan and I have been waiting for you here for a long time."
His enthusiasm made Nan Yan a little embarrassed.
Holding the hand stove, she smiled faintly: "Really?"
Simulan sneered and said, "Yeah, I've waited for you. Everyone here has been standing there for a long time. If they don't know, why would a big shot come to our house?"
"Mulan!"
Si Muyun frowned and looked at her.
Simulan snorted coldly and turned her head to one side.
At this time, the surrounding servants had already stepped forward, bowed to Nan Yan neatly, and said in unison: "Second Miss."
"..."
Looking at this scene, Nan Yan felt a little strange for some reason.
This is obviously the place where she lived since she was a child, and the people here have not changed.
But this time when I came back, it seemed like nothing was the same.
The people here sent themselves into the palace, of course, as if they were already dead. Could it be that they had really "died" and then became human again
She was silent for a while, and then walked into the Si family's mansion surrounded by everyone.
As soon as she walked in, she asked, "Where is grandma? Didn't you say that she misses me very much? I want to see her old man."
Si Muyun was taken aback for a moment, and immediately smiled and said, "Well, there's no rush. Mother is still waiting for you."