Since returning to Tangyang, Sima Yi's actions have been strictly controlled by his father Sima Fang. Not only can he not travel far freely, but he has even become a luxury to leave the house.

In order to worry that Sima Yi would escape again and would make his father angry, Sima Lang personally brought the decocted medicine to Sima Yi's room. However, to his surprise, Sima Yi not only had no intention, but was lying on the bed and looking at Shu Jian leisurely, as if he was not dissatisfied with "house arrest".

Seeing Sima Lang coming, Sima Yi put down the Shu Jian in his hand and wanted to get up to greet him. Sima Lang gently reached out and pressed:

"Okay, you and my brother need such politeness? What's more, Mr. Kong Ming said that your leg injury will take more than a month to heal."

Sima Yi took the medicine and put it in his hand and looked at it: "It was my father who asked you to persuade me."

Sima Lang shook his head: "I think you won't be so anxious to leave the house this time."

"Huh?" Sima Yi looked at Sima Lang slightly slanted: "Aren't you afraid that I'm like last time?"

Seeing that Sima Yi had no intention of drinking, Sima Lang took the soup bowl and put it on his mouth while stirring it with a spoon. He lowered his head and gently blew the rising white heat, and then handed it to Sima Yi:

"You are my younger brother, so I naturally know you, and I naturally know what you are thinking about."

After taking the soup bowl, Sima Yi smiled honestly as if he had been seen through the trick. Sima Lang patted his injured right leg and said to Sima Lang:

"What's more, even if you want to make a fool of yourself, your legs won't agree. You'd better take the medicine honestly."

Sima Yi grinned and said, "Hey hey, my leg is still injured."

After the two brothers had a joke, Sima Lang gradually stopped smiling and instead mentioned another thing:

"Zhongda, I ask you, what do you think of Chunhua?"

"Opinion? What do you mean by brother?" Sima Yi did not react to his meaning, so he asked back.

"What else can I refer to? You told me that Chunhua did not hesitate to save you when he was in Bailang Mountain..."

Before Sima Lang finished speaking, Sima Yi quickly put down the medicine bowl that was about to touch his lips again, looked around nervously, and immediately stopped Sima Lang's words after confirming that there was no one at the door:

"Brother, don't mention this matter again, this is related to Chunhua's reputation."

Sima Yi, who said this, didn't know that Zhang Chunhua, who was holding candied fruit, was standing by the door. At this time, her hands on the edge of the tray began to increase the strength for some reason. She began to feel uneasy and her cheeks continued to heat up. She wanted to knock on the door and go in. She just stood quietly at the door, biting her lower lip and waiting for the end of their topic about her.

Sima Lang saw that his younger brother was so nervous, so he continued to say:

"Since you care so much about Chunhua's reputation, have you never thought about giving someone an explanation for this long?"

To be honest, Sima Yi always avoided this issue in his heart, so he did not take the initiative to mention this matter to Chunhua without thinking about how to deal with it more properly.

Sima Lang, who was sitting aside and carefully observing Sima Yi's expression, seemed to be able to see what his younger brother was thinking:

"Chunhua has never mentioned this to you until now, right?"

Sima Yi thought about it dullly, and then nodded dullly.

Seeing that his younger brother was so slow in his relationship affairs, Sima Lang, a gentle person like Sima Lang, was so angry that he couldn't sit still. He stood up and scolded Sima Yi in a rare tone of reproach:

"I am an unmarried girl who cares nothing for you. Do you still want to let others take the initiative?"

Recalling carefully every moment after he and Chunhua reunite, Sima Yi gradually realized that her feelings for him were not ordinary, just like he was with her. However, without knowing Chunhua's true thoughts, he felt that it seemed inappropriate for him to express his true thoughts first, so he was still hesitating.

This thought deep in his heart was seen by Sima Lang again, and he simply asked Sima Yi directly:

"You... I ask you, do you like Chunhua?"

After calmly thinking, Sima Yi gritted his teeth and met Sima Lang's gaze with a very affirmative look:

"like."

After receiving this affirmative reply, Sima Lang smiled with satisfaction:

"Then it's not over, you don't have to worry about anything. Chunhua will talk to you for your brother."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a tray falling to the ground suddenly came from outside the door. Sima Lang stood up and looked out the door:

"Who is outside the door?"

At this time, Zhang Chunhua, who was completely at a loss, felt like a deer bumping into her heart. She even forgot to turn around and run away in a panic. When she realized that, Sima Lang had already stood in front of her.

Looking at Chunhua in front of him, she wanted to dig a hole and drill in, Sima Lang smiled and said:

"Chunhua, you are here just right."

After saying that, he took Zhang Chunhua's hand and walked into Sima Yi's house. At this time, Sima Yi and Zhang Chunhua felt quite embarrassed and both turned their faces and dared not look at each other. Sima Lang, as an intermediary, had to treat this matchmaker to the end when he saw this.

He looked at Chunhua who was completely in a panic state and asked in a gentle tone:

"You have heard the conversation between Zhongda just now. Now that his thoughts have been expressed, it depends on you."

In fact, Sima Lang did not fail to consider Zhang Chunhua's personal wishes and thus said these seemingly aggressive words. The reason why he was so abnormal was that he could see from Chunhua's expression that she was willing.

However, Sima Yi, who was still confused about men and women, felt that the conversation between Sima Lang and himself had put too much pressure on Chunhua, so he spoke blankly to "rescue" Chunhua:

"Brother, marriage is not a joke, it is related to Chunhua's life. I think it is still..."

Before Sima Yi could finish his words, Sima Lang reached out to stop him:

"I'm asking Chunhua's meaning now, don't interrupt."

Zhang Chunhua stood there with her lips pursed, pulling the corner of her clothes uncontrollably. After a long time, she whispered to Sima Lang’s question: “This matter is all up to the brother…”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Chunhua threw away Sima Lang's hand, lowered his head and quickly ran away. Sima Lang smiled with satisfaction, as if he was happier than Sima Yi himself:

"It's great. I'll report to my father now and choose an auspicious day to get the wedding for them."

After Zhang Chunhua escaped back to the room, Ying'er, who was tidying up, saw that she was lying on the table as soon as she entered the door, her cheeks were as red as a soldering iron. She thought Zhang Chunhua was sick, so she quickly put down the clothes in her hand and stepped forward to express her concern:

"Girl, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Unexpectedly, when Zhang Chunhua raised her head, Ying'er found that she actually showed a happy and shy smile, which made Ying'er a little confused. After asking more questions, Chunhua replied:

"Ying'er, Brother Zhongda and I are going to get married..."

Ying'er couldn't believe her ears for a moment. When she realized it, she instantly became happy for Chunhua:

"Really? That's great! You and Young Master Zhongda finally have a lover and finally get married."

The conversation between the two of them was heard by Sima Fu who passed by the door. The expression on his face was unpredictable, or it could be said that he had no expression at all and no joy at all.

When he passed Sima Yi's door, he turned around and gently tapped the edge of the door frame twice with his knuckles:

"Second brother, can I come in?"

Sima Yi, who was still not out of the fact that he was about to marry Chunhua, was pulled back to reality by Sima Fu's voice from the world of thought, and he quickly let Sima Fu in.

After entering the house, Sima Fu looked at his injured right leg and expressed concern for his injury:

"How is your injury recovering now?"

Sima Yi patted his legs gently and smiled, "It's okay, Mr. Kong Ming said he could walk normally in a few days."

After hearing this, Sima Fu nodded: "That's good, it seems that it will not affect your wedding date with Chunhua."

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Sima Yi was quite overwhelmed with an expression of "How did you know?"

Seeing that he had such a surprised expression, Sima Fu couldn't help laughing:

"Don't be nervous. I just heard them talking about this when I passed by Chunhua's door, so I knew it."

Sima Yi was relieved, and Sima Fu expressed his congratulations and envy for his upcoming marriage:

"Brother, you have been bumping around since you returned to Wen County. Your life was almost on the verge of a thread several times, but you were finally in danger and got married to Chunhua. It can be said that if you survive a disaster, you will have good luck."

Sima Yi, who was originally exploring in the fog, heard Sima Fu's words and suddenly recalled the man in black who was assassinated before but was detained by Sima Fang: "To be honest, although I have experienced so much, I have really not clarified at all. This time it seems that my father and Mr. Kong Ming are also involved in this matter, so I really don't know what to do next."

Facing Sima Yi's experience, Sima Fu always felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He looked embarrassed and seemed to be seeing something wrong by Sima Yi, so he asked:

"What's wrong? Is something happening?"

After hesitating for a while, Sima Fu could not resist his questioning, and Sima Fu told him that Sima Fang had completely closed the woodshed, and he was deeply worried about this:

"Brother, my father's actions made me very upset. What did you encounter?"

For the sake of family concern, Sima Yi remained silent about the previous incident, but the matter about Sima Fu's mention of woodshed aroused his strong curiosity about this matter.

When Chunhua helped him to the garden for breathing in the afternoon, Sima Yi took a walk around the door of the woodshed and found that it was indeed what Sima Fu said: all the windows of the entire woodshed were cross-sealed by iron seals, and the door of the woodshed was also heavily locked.

This doesn't look like an ordinary woodshed, it's obviously the same as a prison.

After nightfall, Sima Fang, who was writing in the study, heard someone seemingly moving outside the door, so he put down his pen and said to Sima Yi outside the door through the door, "The wound on his leg has not been cured yet, what should he do when he comes out in the middle of the night?"

He was still hesitating whether to go in. Since his father noticed it, Sima Yi pushed open the door and walked into the house with crutches:

"Father..."

Sima Fang pointed at the opposite side of him without raising his head: "Sit down."

After taking the seat, Sima Fang didn't say a word to him, picked up the pen and continued to write something on the bamboo slip until Sima Yi couldn't calm down and took the initiative to mention the matter of the woodshed:

"Father, did you lock that person in the woodshed?"

Sima Fang still didn't raise his head and continued to look down at the bamboo slips in front of him.

All the reactions were expected by Sima Yi, and he patiently continued to try to learn more from his father's mouth:

"I can't stand the feeling of being blind and letting others play with me anymore. If you know something, please tell me."

This time he answered Sima Fang's strong breathing sound, and then he replied coldly:
To be continued...