"Is sister awake?"
"Your sister went out on a temporary basis last night."
Su Hu glanced at Lin Yixuan, lowered his voice to his daughter's ear, and murmured softly: "It seems that something happened to the man in the palace. The guard battalion entered the city overnight, and a three-day curfew was imposed. All restaurants and shops are closed, and wanton noise is not allowed. .”
"Yes, what a coincidence."
Lin Qingluo understood, and subconsciously squeezed Lin Yixuan's hand, comforting him silently.
Lin Yixuan drooped his eyelids, tears were rolling in his eyes, and he tried his best not to shed them.
"The two of you came here overnight from the countryside, you must have not eaten breakfast, dad will cook for you."
Su Hu looks like a rough guy, but in fact he is as careful as a hair. He sensitively sensed that something was wrong with Lin Yixuan, so he quickly changed the subject.
"Thank you dad, dad is the best."
Lin Qingluo frowned, and returned Su Hu with a sweet smile.
"hey-hey."
It's the best to say daddy, and Su Hu burst into joy when he heard it, and ran to the kitchen in a hurry.
After a while, green smoke rose from the kitchen, and the charcoal was crackling.
Lin Qingluo pulled Lin Yixuan to the wing room specially reserved for her by her adoptive parents, pushed open the door, and stepped over the threshold.
The wing room is clean and tidy, and the sheets and bedding are all new. It can be seen that someone often cleans and arranges.
"This room has been unoccupied for a long time, and it's a bit damp and cold. My sister went to the kitchen to bring some charcoal. Let's have breakfast before entering the palace."
Lin Qingluo pulled Lin Yixuan to sit down on the small bed, patted his head reassuringly, and comforted him softly: "You haven't slept half the night, you can close your eyes and rest for a while before eating."
"Um."
Lin Yixuan raised his eyes to look at his sister, and twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing an almost imperceptible smile.
"If you can't laugh, stop laughing. There's no need to wrong yourself."
Lin Qingluo felt sore and uncomfortable, glanced away, turned and left.
"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"
The moment he stepped over the threshold, there was a suppressed low sob from behind.
"Hi."
*
Su Hu was busy in the kitchen, washing rice, stewing rice porridge, steaming steamed buns, busy around.
Lin Qingluo walked into the kitchen, leaned close to Su Hu's ear, and asked softly, "Father, can you find a way to buy a set of mourning clothes for Yixuan?"
"Patter."
Su Hu was so shocked that his heart trembled, and the steamed bun in his hand fell to the ground: "Yixuan, he already knows?"
"Um."
Feeling sad, Lin Qingluo took two steps forward, picked up the steamed bun, patted the dirt, and stuffed it back into his hand.
"Are you filial piety?"
Su Hu frowned and pondered while holding the steamed bun: "When do you want it? Are you in a hurry?"
"Before noon."
Lin Qingluo was preoccupied: "I want to bring Yixuan into the palace as soon as possible."
"become."
Su Hu's love for his daughter was overwhelming, and he agreed happily: "Leave this matter to Dad, and Dad will figure out a way."
"Thank you dad."
Lin Qingluo's eyes flashed with emotion, and she returned a sweet smile.
"What can I say thank you to Dad?"
Su Hu grinned foolishly, quickly put the steamed buns into the steamer, wiped his hands on his clothes twice, and planned to go out.
Lin Qingluo's eyes showed surprise: "Father, are you going out now?"
"Go out for a walk while it's still dark."
Su Hu has his own plan: "The shops are not allowed to open. Dad will find out where the owner of the shroud shop lives, and go directly to his house to buy."
"Dad, be careful."
Lin Qingluo's eyes showed concern: "When you see the soldiers in the garrison battalion, take a detour far away."
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