A big fight

"You mean, what I saw in the white mist was the soul of the late emperor?" Although Xiao Zhen couldn't explain the Zhu Youshu of the clan at this time, he didn't believe in ghosts and gods in his heart, but what happened to the late emperor was too great.

Too weird.

"The late emperor's soul is no longer here, what is left in the white mist should be his consciousness." Shi Yan said, he was sure of this.

"Did the late emperor's consciousness stay here because of the concentric lock?" Han Ziran asked.

Shi Yan nodded and asked Xiao Zhen, "Sister A Zhen, did the late emperor say anything to you?"

"It seems like he can't see me." Xiao Zhen told Shi Yan in detail about the dream he had three months ago.

Shi Yan opened his mouth slightly, then closed it after a long time, muttering: "This is impossible."

"In the second white mist, the late emperor didn't see me, but I could see them."

Shi Yan fell into deep thought.

Neither Xiao Zhen nor Han Ziran bothered him. Only Shi Yan could solve this kind of thing.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Shi Yan looked at the two of them helplessly and said: "I don’t know what happened. I checked the classics and found that such a thing happened to my ancestors hundreds of years ago, but

The host can communicate with consciousness. In your case, I have to look up the classics again."

"Will I always see the late emperor in the white mist?" Xiao Zhen asked.

"You only entered the white mist twice a year," Shi Yan said: "This means that it must be some kind of coincidence that you entered the white mist. I will go back to the valley first to check on Sister A-Zhen's situation."

Shi Yan stood up and bowed to Xiao Zhen and Han Ziran: "I'm leaving first."

It came and went in a hurry, and after three months of searching, I only said a few words and drank a cup of tea.

Xiao Zhen and Han Ziran saw Shi Yan off at the entrance of the village. After watching the carriage drive away under the night, the two looked at each other.

"Ever since we got in touch with the Shi clan, everything has become weird." Xiao Zhen said with a sigh.

"Yes. But no matter what, at least I know there is no harm, and I am relieved." Han Ziran took his wife's hand and walked home.

Along the way, both of them were silent.

What flashed through Xiao Zhen's mind was the scene when he saw the late emperor in the fog that day. When the late emperor saw her as a child, his expression was cold and resentful, even with a hint of disgust. Why? The grudge between them,

She had already made up her mind at the end when she agreed to help the prince.

Han Ziran suddenly stopped and looked down at his left hand.

Xiao Zhen glanced at him and her eyes fell on his left hand. Ziran's hand was slender and white, just like a green onion. It was very beautiful. Suddenly, she made a sound and grabbed Ziran's hand.

She looked at his palm prints carefully, her eyes widened slightly, and after a while she raised her head to look at him: "Why don't you have palm prints on your hands?"

Han Ziran met his wife's surprised gaze and said: "On the second day of our wedding night, my palm prints suddenly disappeared. I heard from a fortune teller that the lines on the palms represent a person's lifeline.

Yan once said that my lifeline has changed. Ah Zhen, I have always thought that this may be the main reason why so many things have happened."

Xiao Zhen stared at him blankly for a long time before shaking his head: "No, this path is our choice, no matter whether fate is on its track in the end, no matter whether our choice ends up on this track or deviates from it,

Good or bad, we can all shoulder this responsibility, Ziran," Xiao Zhen held his hand and said with certainty: "I have never regretted this choice."

The corners of Han Ziran's mouth raised slightly, and he looked at his wife affectionately: "Me too."

Hearing what her husband said, Xiao Zhen felt relieved. People with smart minds and people who read a lot of books will always think about such weird things. After all, Ziran used to think about it a lot during surgery.

Xiao Zhen's temperament is one that can be taken up and put down, so after this night, he will no longer pursue the matter of Bai Wu and the late emperor. In fact, there are too many things in Shiyan's words that need to be studied deeply. She has a lot

She was confused, but she also knew that asking might not lead to results. No matter whether the white mist would appear again, she did not intend to let it affect her life.

Finally, just before summer, the school was completed.

People in the village knew that children could study for free, and after studying for three months, they could get a set of school uniforms. They all sent their children to school. Therefore, on the first day of school, there was a crowd at the school entrance.

People from several villages.

The Xiao family is naturally among them.

Xiao Nian climbed on the ladder and waited for Han Ziran to lift up the plaque of the school at the command. He looked down at the dark crowd below and felt very happy. He felt that since his aunt and uncle came to the house, the surroundings had changed so much.

Too fast.

I used to eat porridge every morning, but now every few days my uncle will cook my aunt’s favorite steamed buns, as well as various dishes he has never seen before. Also, the patches on their clothes are getting better and better.

They came less and less, and when my aunt went up to the mountains to hunt, she always hunted more, and the money she got in exchange was naturally more.

And when studying now, with my uncle here, his son might become a scholar in the future.

"Unveil the plaque." An elderly man shouted.

Xiao Nian quickly uncovered the red cloth on the plaque, and the five elegant and beautiful words of Huangtanling Academy fell into everyone's eyes.

The villagers all clapped their hands.

"Master Han's handwriting is so good."

"Although I can't read, I know how to write well."

"Son, after you study, you must write as beautifully as Master Han."

Xiao Zhen in the crowd looked up at the words on the plaque and giggled. Wasn't this written by Ziran? Was it written by her? But her words were exactly the same as Ziran's, not to mention the villagers, even Ziran.

I can't tell the difference myself.

As soon as the school started, Han Ziran became busy. Unlike Xiao Zhen, who liked to soak in the sun and drink tea in the yard before, this time she also became a mistress in the school, specializing in teaching children to hunt.

As soon as the people heard that there were hunting classes in the school, the villagers who originally did not want their children to come to class also sent their children.

By late autumn, Huangtanngling School already had more than twenty children, many of whom came from other villages to study. Some children had to walk one or two kilometers every day to get home.

For these children who were traveling far away, Han Ziran thought for two days and turned the third hall into a sleeping place for the children so that they could live directly in the school. As for the bed, Xiao Zhen went to the mountain to cut wood to make it himself.

When people in the village heard that these beds were for children, they all spontaneously came to help.

Just when everyone was busy, the simple and honest Bai Hao arrived.

"Hey, Master Bai came here really quickly." Xiao Zhen walked out of the carpentry and looked at Master Bai with a smile, who already had some fine lines on his forehead.

"I knew you guys couldn't sit still." Bai Hao hummed twice, threw the package directly into Xiao Zhen's arms, rolled up his sleeves and started doing it.

"Why don't you take a rest?" Han Ziran's laughing voice came from not far away.

"Not that old." Bai Hao shouted back.

Xiao Zhen handed the package to Qi Qi, who was pouring water for the foremen: "Just put it in my house."

Qi Qi nodded, took the baggage, picked up the kettle and went back.

Xiao Zhen turned around and looked at the busy people behind him. His eyes fell on Bai Hao who was moving wood and Han Ziran who was talking to the craftsmen. He looked at it with a smile for a long time and murmured: "I'm afraid this place will be great in the future."

Bai Hao was asked by Han Ziran to come here to be his master. There were more and more children, and he couldn't teach them by himself. And the previous masters were not even scholars. Naturally, Ziran couldn't let them delay the children, so he

Thinking of Bai Hao.

The moment Bai Hao saw the letter, he asked Fei Ge to bring him a positive reply. A month later, he came here.

Of course, the Xiao family treated Han Ziran's friends warmly, not to mention that he was also the wife of their children. People always had a good impression of scholars.

After dinner, Xiao Zhen brought some wild fruits picked from the mountains to the two people in the yard. He found that the two were not in the yard, but had entered the house and were discussing something.

Pushing the door open, Bai Hao pointed to the topographic map of the school hanging on the wall and said, "Three main halls are too few. With our layout, this area must be within the scope of the school."

Xiao Zhen looked at the area pointed by Bai Hao and felt slightly embarrassed. The area was equivalent to half of the palace. She didn't bother, put the fruit on the table, and lit a candle for the two of them.

In order to make the room brighter, I sat quietly and watched the two.

Bai Hao and Han Ziran are both beautiful men, but one is always as gentle as a spring breeze, especially when he smiles and his eyebrows are crooked, which can easily make those who get along with him unguarded, while the latter's beauty is unforgettable.

Yes, he is just a bit cold and not easy to get close to. But these two people, who are different in personality and aura, are close friends. Even though Ziran lost his memory, he trusted Bai Hao very much when he first met him.

Sure enough, Han Ziran immediately agreed with Bai Hao's view.
Chapter completed!