The next day, they packed their luggage and got on the carriage to go to Beichuan. Aqiu stayed at the house to watch over them.
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And Sheng Nanchen stood on the street and saw the mother and son getting on the carriage from a distance, which confirmed his idea that Wen Jian's child was indeed Ji Xubai's child.
"Lin Wei, do you think she looks very similar to Chi Yun..."
Lin Wei did not expect that the emperor would suddenly mention the queen who had died four years ago, but he had been with the emperor for many years and knew that the emperor had never married a concubine since the queen left. He knew that the emperor still missed the queen in his heart. Now when he heard the emperor suddenly mention the queen, he was stunned for a long time before he said: "Subordinate... I can't see clearly..."
"Chi Yun does the same thing every time he laughs. Chi Yun..." Sheng Nanchen suddenly lowered his head and smiled lowly.
Even he himself didn't know what he was laughing at.
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"Brother, take this." Not long after getting off the horse, Wen Youyi quickly gave the hand warmer to Sheng Qianmo.
Others don't know, but he has been with Sheng Qianmo day and night for four years, and they know that he suffered from cold illness as early as three years ago. At that time, Sheng Qianmo was always in pain, but there was never a doctor who could help cure him. To cure it, the whole winter was carried through so hard.
The man managed to survive, but the root cause of the disease was left behind. From then on, every winter, Sheng Qianmo, a northerner, was extremely afraid of the severe cold. The colder the weather, the more likely he was to suffer from cold illnesses.
Therefore, when he came to Beichuan this time, Wen Youyi also prepared a lot of cold-proof items in advance, for fear that Sheng Qianmo would suffer from cold illness.
Sheng Qianmo took the hand warmer and warmed his hands for a while, then returned the hand warmer to Wen Youyi.
After entering the city, he saw Changge Trading Company. The store was bigger than before, but he didn't see the people he wanted to see.
Not long after, Beier and Ruwei also dismounted.
If you haven’t looked at the classically beautiful streets of Beichuan, which are as beautiful as mountain ink paintings, you can’t help but wonder: “It’s so beautiful here.”
"If I remember correctly, this place used to be the territory of the Qing Kingdom, and was later occupied by the Southern Dynasty, right?" Bei'er said and turned to look at Sheng Qianmo.
Sheng Qianmo nodded, "Yes."
"Brother Qianmo, do you know anything interesting here? Let's go check it out."
Sheng Qianmo said calmly: "I don't know either."
Bei'er inquired about it in advance and said with a smile: "I have heard about a few good places, which are most suitable for viewing on such a day. However, after traveling for such a long time, we should find an inn to rest first. Rest and let’s go out to play tomorrow.”
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After settling in the inn, Sheng Qianmo did not rest. He opened the window and quietly looked down at the bustling market downstairs.
Will she still be here
Sheng Qianmo has been to this street before. He walked straight ahead from this street to the end, turned left, and reached Heng Mansion.
He remembered that in the past, he had been naive and bought a house next to the Heng Mansion. He would stand on the wall of the house at night and throw paper cranes at her window, making her unable to sleep and insisting that she see him.
Sheng Qianmo smiled, lowered his head again, and took a sip of tea with a calm expression.
It seems like this is just a city.
There were countless people in the city, and none of them had anything to do with him, Sheng Qianmo.
But this is Beichuan, where he and his little girl separated four years ago.
The strong undercurrent of longing in my heart was forcibly crushed, as if I was swallowing charcoal fire, as if I had to turn that longing into ashes.