Zhou Yinzhi left.
Yan Lin sat in the study for a long time.
Qing Feng asked outside: "Prince, over there in the layered sky building..."
Yan Lin slowly covered his face with his palm and asked him, "Is father back?"
Qing Feng was startled and replied, "Master Hou should be in Chengqing Hall."
Yan Lin got up, went straight out of his study, and walked along the promenade full of rockery next to it, striding in the direction of Chengqing Hall.
It was pouring rain outside.
Even walking down the corridor, the cold wind blows cold rain on people.
Qing Feng was really startled. Seeing that everyone had walked several feet away, he realized that he quickly grabbed the umbrella and chased after him: "Master Shizi, umbrella!"
The Chengqing Hall of the Marquis of Yongyi is the place where Yanmu, the Marquis of Yongyi, the father of Yan Lin, lives.
As soon as Yan Lincai approached, the old housekeeper outside showed a full-faced smile: "The prince is here, the man below has just brought two jars of good wine, and Hou Ye has already opened it, and he is thinking about the rainy weather. Who's going to drink a while, you're here just in time."
Yan Lin did not respond, nor did he stop.
The old butler was a little stunned, looked back at Yan Lin's back, and couldn't help but asked Qing Feng, who was following him: "What's wrong with the lord today?"
Yong Yi Hou Yanmu, now in his forties, has some white hair on his head, but it is not obvious.
After all, he was born in the army, led soldiers, and fought in wars. Even at this age, his body still looks tough. There is a hard beard on his chin, and there is a bit of heroism between his eyebrows and eyes, and a scar on his forehead can be vaguely seen.
These are all leftovers from the war.
At this moment, as the old housekeeper said, he just opened a jar of wine.
There are some side dishes for drinking on the table.
The freshly made wine was poured into the wine cup.
The aroma of wine and dishes diffused in the humid air.
Seeing Yan Lin come in, he laughed, his chest full of breath, and said, "Didn't you say you're going out today, why did you come here? Just in time, try this wine."
Yong Yi Hou pointed to the wine cup on the table.
Yan Lin stood still in front of the table, and stared at his father, pursing his lips tightly as if he was suppressing something, then raised his hand to hold the wine, and drank it all in one go. .
The young man who has reached the crown has his Adam's apple rolling.
A number of strong liquor were poured into the throat, burning from the lips to the heart and lungs!
With a "pop", the wine cup was put down heavily.
Marquis Yongyi knows his son very well, and he can talk about everything on weekdays. He even knows how much this kid likes the girl in Jiang Shilang's house, but he has never seen it like this. .
So, he realized that something happened to him.
Yong Yi Hou looked at him from top to bottom and laughed: "Why, you have a conflict with that little girl Xuening?"
Yan Lin did not smile, nor did he look away from his father. He only asked, "Father, did you know that the Holy Master sent Jinyiwei to investigate the case of King Nan's rebellion against the party?"
"… "
Hou Yongyi's original move to serve wine suddenly stopped.
When he raised his head, he met Yan Lin's sharp eyes. The young man's sharpness was all revealed from the bottom of these eyes, and he had nowhere to hide. However, after carefully considering the meaning of his words, Hou Yi suddenly understood something in this instant.
No panic.
No surprise.
He actually laughed, and then laughed, as if recalling some absurd and absurd past, he couldn't help shaking his head, and when he opened his mouth, there was a kind of deep hatred and madness—
"It's time to come, it will come! Twenty years have passed, I can't forget them, and they who have done bad things can't forget them either! Hahahaha..."
Why did Marquis Yongyi have correspondence with the remnants of King Pingnan's party
Twenty years ago, when King Pingnan united with the rebels of the Heavenly Sect to attack the capital and kill the imperial palace, Marquis Yongyi was still a loyal minister like Duke Chengguo, and made great contributions to pacifying the chaos.
In the last life, after all, there are still some mysteries that have not been solved.
A long time has passed since the appointed time, and Yan Lin still did not appear.
Jiang Xuening's heart slowly sank to the bottom.
Originally, if she had not been selected to study in the palace, she should have told Yan Lin a few days ago, but this group of people got involved and messed up, disrupting all her plans. No chance to speak clearly.
And now, Yan Lin should already know, right
Standing in front of the window of the private room on the second floor, she stared at the rain outside.
down for a long time.
It went down a lot.
The sky has gradually darkened, lights are lit everywhere in the capital, and the warm dim yellow light illuminates the windows of each house, and also illuminates the buildings near and far, but in the splashing rain and the hazy rain and fog, everything is blurred. contour.
The wind was getting biting.
Tang'er Lian'er, who was following behind her, was a little worried when she saw the wind, so she stepped forward to close the window, and couldn't help but complained, "Maybe there is something wrong with Shizi's absence so late. Can't we delay it? Girl, why don't we go back first?"
Jiang Xuening only said: "Don't close."
The voice was soft, but his eyes did not turn away, still falling on the shining rain lines outside the window.
Lian'er and Tang'er looked at each other immediately.
It always feels a little unusual today.
The girl who would never take the initiative to ask the little Marquis to come out asked the little Marquis to come out, and the little Marquis, who was never late, just didn't come at this time.
But they didn't dare to ask.
Jiang Xuening said not to close the window, so their outstretched hands had to shrink back, and they wanted to persuade her not to stand by the window: "Why don't you go and sit inside, the servants will help you watch, the little Marquis will come when you come. Let me tell you. The wind is so strong by the window, and your body is not very good. If one accidentally blows and catches the cold, the servants can't afford it."
Jiang Xuening didn't move as if he didn't hear it.
Lian'er Tang'er did not dare to persuade any more.
The private room suddenly became quiet again, and only the noise of the surrounding rain could be heard, occasionally mixed with the sound of gongchao from the nearby restaurants and inns.
The sound of hooves pierced through the rain curtain with the sound of the rumbling wheels.
Lian'er and Tang'er were shocked.
But looking down from the window, the carriage was not the carriage of Yongyi Hou's mansion, nor was it parked under the floor, but was parked at Xichen Xuan across the street. Someone got out of the car first, but he respectfully raised an umbrella and greeted the people in the car.
He was wearing a black robe and frowned, as if he didn't like such a rainy day.
The facial features are also considered correct, but the eyes are too deep.
The corners of his lips always seemed to have a smile, but when he looked at people, he was not sincere, and even had a natural coldness.
Jiang Xuening stood by the window and recognized it almost at a glance—
It was Chen Ying!
The famous cruel official of this dynasty, the current minister of punishment, is also the one who almost killed Zhang Zhe in the last life...
Why is he here
Jiang Xuening was startled.
I saw that after Chen Ying got off the car, he was immediately ushered into the Xichen Pavilion. After a while, there was a lively chatter from the closed window on the second floor. Even through the rain curtain, everyone could hear the warm greetings. "Master Chen".
At this time, the waiter came in and changed Jiang Xuening with hot tea.
She asked, "It's so late, and it's such a rainy day. You don't have any guests on your floors, but the Xichen Xuan opposite is very lively."
The court waiter followed her line of sight and forgot to look out of the window before laughing: "Oh, it's on the opposite side. I heard that it was Mr. Chen from the Ministry of Punishment for a treat. The people who went there were all officials from the Ministry of Punishment. It's normal not to be here. Last time, Mr. Chen had just forefoot Let's go, Master Xie was attacked by us on the back foot, Master Chen felt that it was unlucky, and since then he has changed to eat at the Xichen Pavilion."
Is that so
Jiang Xuening's eyes still fell on the sash of the swaying figure on the opposite side.
A figure could be seen approaching.
Then the window outside was pushed open, and the smell of alcohol and laughter from the whole room came out. From Jiang Xuening, you could easily see the people in that room, each with a flattering face.
She frowned immediately, knowing that she could see others and others could see her, so she turned around and told Lian Ertanger to close the window.
But just as he turned around and wanted to speak—
The scene after opening the window of Xichenxuan opposite just now, like a scroll of paintings, suddenly came back to her mind and settled in one of the quiet corners.
Her heart trembled slightly, and even her body seemed to be stiff for a moment, so she didn't know what kind of strange hope she had, but she turned around again and looked into the opposite window again!
There was a banquet in the Xichen Xuan, the table was a jade plate, and the table was full of court officials.
As soon as Chen Ying arrived, he was invited to the top by everyone.
After all, he was a high-ranking official among this group of people, and he was a court official of the Ministry of Punishment. Everyone raised a wine cup to persuade him to drink wine while talking and laughing. He stood up and sat down for a while, which was very lively.
So that quiet corner seemed out of place.
Blocked by the carved window sash, Jiang Xuening could only see his slightly blocked silhouette. A navy blue muslin round-neck robe, often worn by low-quality officials, with slightly wider sleeves, with the pair of slender palms with prominent knuckles, gently pressing on the two separated knees.
Sit on a round bench with a straight back.
Zhang Zhe looked out at the continuous rain curtain.
The liveliness of the room full of entertainment behind him seems to have nothing to do with his calmness and solemnity, and has nothing to do with him.
Even if he just glanced at such a silhouette that was not complete and clear, Jiang Xuening was sure—
It's him.
There will be no one else.
Such a quiet gesture of watching the rain, after so long, so long, was still deeply engraved in her memory, unable to erase a trace.
Master Zhang, I still like watching the rain...
At this moment, there was a hot flash of tears in Jiang Xuening's eyes.
All of the previous life was turned out in an instant.
Under the pavilion of the heavy rain, he stood under the steps and stretched out his hand to tear off the corner of the official robe that she had deliberately trampled on, and when he looked up at her, his eyelashes were covered with raindrops;
In the Qianqing Palace in the afternoon, he stood with his head bowed to His Highness, and when he lowered his eyes in front of her and did not dare to raise it, the stiff arc of his palm slowly clenched;
On the muddy post road, he covered his injured shoulder and stretched out his hand to her, who had a swollen foot, the slightly rolling Adam's apple and the blood on the ground;
…
What is she doing wrong, and she wants to provoke such a good person by herself
She probably has a devil hidden in her heart, who wants to dye the white black, turbid the clear, and drag down the people standing high in the church, struggling in the pain of the fireworks of the world...
In this way, Fang feels satisfied.
In the last life, what she owed Yan Lin, Yan Lin returned with revenge tenfold and a hundredfold; but what she owed to Zhang Zhe, even if she sacrificed her life, she couldn't pay it back.
She is the magic barrier that Zhang Zheqing never crossed in his cold life.
But Zhang Zhe was the last unstained pure land in her dust-covered heart.
For a few moments, she thought: If it weren't for the queen, she would marry this person desperately. From then on, he raised his sleeves to remove every bit of dirt from his clothes, leaned over and picked up every rubble that stumbled on the road for him, and became a good person, so he could enjoy his goodness to himself with peace of mind.
But she is the queen after all.
A heart veiled by the mundane, hurts himself and also hurts him.
Jiang Xuening looked at the opposite side, his vision gradually blurred, but he didn't know whether it was because of the pouring rain or the gushing tears...
Someone hurried up from the downstairs of Xichenxuan.
Zhang Zhe, who had been sitting under the window for a long time, finally moved.
What the man said to him, he nodded, got up to say goodbye to the others, and walked out of the open door without looking at their faces.
All the way downstairs.
The waiter of Xichenxuan handed him the umbrella in front of the door, he took it, opened the dark blue oil-paper umbrella, and beat it up.
When the edge of the umbrella was raised, the face with deep contours was also exposed under the umbrella, from the cold jaw, to the tight thin lips, to the straight bridge of the nose, and the calm and narrow eyes, slightly frowning eyebrows...
As if sensing something, his eyes lifted.
So it just collided.
Across the rain curtain and the long street, she was upstairs by the window, and he was in front of the downstairs steps.
In Jiang Xuening's eyes, a tear rolled down without warning.
A drop of cold rain on the tip of the umbrella gently fell on the back of Zhang Zhe's hand.
He felt as if he had been branded.
The bright-looking girl had washed away the splendor of her body and lost her vague paranoia. She was so clean and soft, standing behind his favorite heavy rain, looking at him with a pair of eyes that were also raining.
At this moment, the fingers holding the umbrella clenched tightly.
But he didn't walk over after all, and didn't show any strangeness, but after staring for a long time, he lowered his eyes, walked down the steps, and let the open umbrella cover all his secrets, in her sight. Gradually walk away.
Jiang Xuening then thought: It's good, nothing has happened yet.