Luo's mother was obviously stunned, not expecting Luo Qingchen to ask this question. After all, since then, the matter of her illness has become a taboo.
Luo Gong ordered everyone not to discuss anything at this time. The reason is unknown.
"That's right..." Luo Mu's eyes seemed a little wandering, and she frowned lightly and said, "Daughter, why do you ask this?"
"Although the memory is a bit fuzzy, at least I remember that I lay in bed for a long time." Luo Qingchen's eyebrows trembled slightly and said, "If I remember correctly, it should have been more than two months."
"Yes...that's what happened."
"But the strange thing is... I don't know why I have been lying in bed for more than two months." Her clear eyes looked at the somewhat panicked Luo Mu with a scrutinizing gaze and said: "The memory of the previous ten days is almost Absolutely not."
The original owner didn't pay much attention to this matter, so he didn't have too much entanglement with this memory.
But last night's dream made her feel a little uneasy...
"Yes, you were very ill at the time..." Mother Luo nodded, looked around and said, "Dad, please allow others to mention this matter, and then don't ask about it again."
"Mom, this is very strange-" She raised her eyebrows slightly, and a faint light flashed in her eyes: "Why can't others be allowed to mention this matter?"
"this… "
"Knock knock knock—" Luo Qingchen wanted to continue asking, but a rapid knock on the door interrupted her.
"Mother, Master Luo said there are guests in Luo Mansion."
"who?"
"Master Feng Xingyue."
Luo Qingchen frowned slightly, always feeling that something bad was going to happen.
After Feng Xingyue returned to Chang'an City, the first thing she did was to go to Luo Mansion. No matter what the reason was, Luo Gong was his mentor after all.
It's just that at this cusp of the storm, he can't stay here for long.
Feng Sizui had indeed found a mansion for him in the suburbs in the west of the city that had been on hold for a long time. But he never expected that Feng Xingyue would dare to come to Luo Mansion without telling such a huge risk.
"Teacher, thank you for your continued appreciation." Feng Xingyue was dressed in a lavender robe and had handsome features. The wind and sand in the northern wilderness were probably too strong, and the eye sockets looked a little green.
"Hey -" Luo's father sighed softly and said, "You can come back this time. I heard that Qing'er tried her best."
"Qing'er?" Feng Xingyue half-squinted her eyes, a complex emotion flashing through her eyes.
With a little hatred and a little unwillingness.
"Yes!" Luo Gong looked at him deeply and said, "You are a talent I trained with my own hands. I know what you are thinking better than anyone else. But I must remind you that everything is a done deal now, don't It goes against nature.”
"Definitely?" He shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile: "If I had not been forced to return to Chang'an this time, maybe many things would not have this result."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing!" Feng Xingyue raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "I accidentally heard just now that Qing'er is in the house?"
Now he is back in Chang'an, disrupting all his original plans to amass forces in Beihuang. But now that he's back, there's nothing wrong with using another breakthrough to accomplish great things.
"What a coincidence. I don't know why she suddenly returned home today." Mr. Luo said with a hint of sharpness in his deep eyes: "Don't you still have contact in private?"
Naturally, he knew his daughter best, and Feng Xingyue was a hurdle in her heart, probably one that she could never get over. (To be continued)