"How strong was your aunt back then? Before she left, she held my hand, she was too sick to speak, she only looked at me with those eyes, and kept crying...
"Even when he took his last breath, he didn't close his eyes.
"Haohao asked a six-year-old child to stand up and face the most cruel sword in the world! After all, I am sorry for your aunt, and even more for that child!"
…
The father's tearful and indignant expression in Chengqingtang still appeared in his mind, accompanied by that hoarse voice that was unwilling and concealed resentment.
In the past 20 years, Yan Lin had never seen him like this.
It was as if all the emotions that had been accumulated in his chest were released at that moment, to be turned into fiery magma to burn everything down.
The pouring rain seemed to pour down the entire Tianhe River, drowning the world.
The huge capital is just a lonely boat at the moment.
He looked up at the pitch-black night sky outside the eaves, where lightning flashed from time to time, and went straight down!
Qing Feng, who followed him and planned to go back to the room with him, was stunned. He was stunned for a moment before quickly following up with an umbrella, and hurriedly asked, "Sir, what are you doing?"
Yan Lin's voice was a little fuzzy in the rain: "Prepare the car and go to the floor."
Only then did Qing Feng realize that he was going to see Second Girl Jiang.
Can…
The raindrops fell and smashed on the umbrella, like ice beads fell, as if it had the posture of piercing the umbrella.
Qing Feng couldn't help but persuade: "But it's so late, the agreed time has passed, and it's raining so heavily tonight, Miss Jiang has been waiting for you for a long time, so you should go back sooner? I'm afraid it's a waste of time, if you want to worry, the government will send someone to take a look."
Yan Lin didn't look back: "Even if it's only possible, I don't want to tell her to wait in vain."
It was probably because the sound of rain outside was too loud. After Jiang Xuening closed her eyes, the sound of rain crept into her dream, depicting a torrential rain in a hot summer afternoon.
She and the palace servants hurriedly walked by the lotus pond.
The rain shelter is just ahead.
But when they arrived, there was already one person sitting inside.
So the half-mu square pond and the rain lotus full of ponds became the foil for this person.
She got rain on her body and walked in from outside the pavilion.
The surrounding scene suddenly melted like ink.
What re-condensed was actually a mountain village hut. She sat on the only dry table, curled her legs, hugged her knees, and blinked at Zhang Zhe, who was standing coldly in the corner, her heart beating. I don't know why it suddenly accelerated.
Then she heard herself a little difficult and a little nervous: "You, can't you come and sit together?"
Zhang Zhe turned his head and looked over.
Those were a pair of cold eyes, and they captured her at once.
At this moment, she wanted to reach out and touch her eyes, but the smell of the overflowing soil and grass around her suddenly mixed with a hint of alcohol, which gradually became stronger from far to near.
It was just a wisp of smell, but it cut through the rain like a sword.
Jiang Xuening fell into a nightmare at once.
The lotus pond and pavilion of the Summer Resort are gone.
The hut on the way to escape from the assassination was gone.
She stood barefoot on the icy floor of the Kunning Palace's icy dormitory, using an incense stick to pluck the incense ashes from the stove, dazed.
There are no other palace servants in the palace.
She felt cold, hesitant, and frightened.
Sure enough, not long after, footsteps came from outside the hall.
Only this time is different.
This time, the footsteps were a little messy and a little unstable.
The figure appeared outside the door, and when the temple door was pushed open, the wind outside suddenly blew in a strong smell of alcohol, Jiang Xuening's hand trembled, and the incense stick that was originally held between his fingers suddenly fell on the ground. on the ground.
A harsh sound.
Yan Lin's youthful face has faded away, with a bit of chaotic drunkenness, but his eyes are brighter than before, as if he was back when he was the most proud of his youth.
He smiled at her: "Ningning, don't be afraid..."
However, she sensed the unprecedented danger and retreated little by little.
But Kunning Palace is not big, let alone this small bedroom
He approached step by step, and finally caught her.
The mellow wine smell immediately approached her, covering her nose and mouth, trapping her like a prison, occupying, soaking...
In a trance, someone's fingers stroked her cheek.
The icy touch was like a snake with scales, making her horrified.
When Jiang Xuening, who was sleeping lightly on the imperial concubine's couch, opened his eyes with the lingering fears of a dream, he saw only a backlit figure sitting in front of his couch. The outline of the young man was a little familiar and a little strange. Even if it was wet by the cold rain, the faint smell of alcohol on his body was faint, but it lingered endlessly.
At this moment, her pupils shrank sharply.
Completely subconsciously stepped back.
It was only recognized the next moment that the outline of the young man in front of him did not have any traces of wind and frost, nor did he feel the deep depression of the frontier. Although there seemed to be some rare silence, it was not the Yan Lin of the previous life.
Yan Lin arrived half an hour ago.
The rain outside the window is not yet small.
After he entered the tower, he saw her sleeping crookedly on the couch of the imperial concubine, with a small face as big as a palm buried in the thin fleece blanket. .
It must have been a long time, right
Yan Lin only said that she had just come in from outside, her fingers were too cold, looked at her and said softly, "Scared you?"
Jiang Xuening blinked: "Did you drink?"
It was only then that Yan Lin realized that he was indeed full of alcohol, and this thought was brought back to talking to his father in the mansion. cup."
Zhou Yinzhi has already won the position of a thousand households, and it is the eve of the storm, what can he talk about with Hou Yongyi
Jiang Xuening can guess.
She wanted to make Yan Lin clear today, but looking at him at this moment, she didn't know why, and couldn't say a word.
There was no one else in the room.
The maids all withdrew.
Very quiet for a while.
Yan Lin's mood was constantly surging, making him feel like a rock on the shore. The waves came one after another, but he couldn't avoid it, so he could only stand in place, endure and endure.
If it wasn't for tonight, if it wasn't for Zhou Yinzhi, if it wasn't for the previous conversation with his father, or maybe until one day in the future, he would not realize what he did wrong.
I still remember the night of the Double Ninth Lantern Festival.
Ningning turned her head and asked him: "Yan Lin, you always dote on me and protect me like this, have you ever thought about it. If one day, I will be without you, what will I be like, and what should I do? ?"
He is the eldest son of Marquis Yongyi. He is petted by the family and loved by the emperor. He is not bad in both civil and military affairs. Even compared to those playful children who enjoy the shadow of their fathers with peace of mind, he has followed his father to many places. , have also seen many hardships, and ask themselves that they are not inferior to their foresight and splendor, but also have the ambitions inherited from their fathers.
What hardships and hardships are never in his eyes.
So he felt that everything he had was taken for granted and would not change. Just like what he once said to Shen Jie, "I spoil it, and I will marry it."
Until today, he didn't know that some things are born with, but they may not last long.
He pets her.
He protects her.
He couldn't hold back his excited heart, and he showed his specialness to her in front of others. He wished that the whole capital would know that Jiang Xuening would be his future wife.
But forget that the world changes, and no one knows what will happen tomorrow.
Up to now, I just hate myself for not being thoughtful enough and acting too recklessly.
Yan Lin dared not think about—
She's so squeamish, if she doesn't have herself, how will she deal with the government's troubles? She didn't have to go to the palace to study, but he was sent in. How will she face the evil step by step in the future? Everyone knows that she and his childhood sweetheart have a close relationship. If things change suddenly and the marriage fails, how will she handle herself
At one time it was the overturning of the overall situation, the depression of the mountains and the rain, at the same time the remorse for being ignorant and immature, and mixed with the distress for this girl who had been held in his hand for several years, Yan Lin only felt that his throat was being Something is blocking, it is very difficult and difficult to make your own voice.
He pulled her hard into his arms.
The hoarse voice trembled a little: "Ning Ning..."
At the moment when the boy's strong arms embraced her, Jiang Xuening's body was stiff and tense: "Yan Lin—"
His face was buried in the crevice of her neck, and there was a trembling that he tried to suppress, and he prayed: "Don't talk, Ning Ning, don't talk, be kind to me. Don't talk..."
At this moment, the young man's posture was unusually weak.
As if afraid of what she would say.
Jiang Xuening only felt that something extraordinarily heavy was pressing on him, and when he looked out the window, it was pitch black, and only a little light was projected from the private room.
The heart gradually softened.
Her tense body slowly relaxed, and finally she slowly stretched out her hand, put it on the boy's shoulder, and told him, "It's alright, it will be alright."
Is Yan Lin guessing what she is going to say to him today
Jiang Xuening didn't know either.
She just remembered her selfishness and despicableness on this silent and deep rainy night—
In the inner house, she has no one to use, and even if there is no Zhou Yinzhi in the matter of Yongyi Hou's mansion, there will still be others. In this case, it is better to use Zhou Yinzhi than not to use it. At least if you know the basics, you can also tip off Yongyi Hou's mansion, so that the Yan family can be prepared.
As for how she knew that something would happen to Yongyi Hou's mansion, she didn't need to worry.
Zhou Yinzhi is a "smart person" with deep scheming and will guess that she got the news from her father or other powerful people, because there is no impermeable wall in the world; although Yan Lin is young, she is also well versed in some things in the officialdom. , even if she knew that something would happen to the Hou Mansion, she would only think that she had learned about it from Zhou Yin, and then let Zhou Yinzhi talk about it.
Smart people don't like to speak clearly.
What's more, this is not an incomprehensible thing, they will construct the most reasonable situation to explain, so, they will hide it.
Her voice was soft and gentle, with an inexplicable calming power.
Yan Lin listened and closed her eyes tightly.
After a long time, he let her go, his eyes were a little wet, and he smiled: "Wait for me for a long time? It's all my fault, I forgot to call someone in advance to let you know. When I came, I just looked forward to it. Xiaolou, it's best that you've already left, so that I feel less guilty. But when I got here, I was waiting for you. In addition to the guilt, I couldn't contain the joy in my heart. Ningning, I'm funny. Bar?"
Jiang Xuening looked at him, not knowing what to say.
Yan Lin took out something from his arms like a conjuration, took her hand, and tied it to her slender wrist, saying, "On the way here, I saw a flower-selling mother-in-law sheltering from the rain under the eaves. When I saw these flowers, I don't know why, but I felt very similar to you. So I thought, if you were here, I'd be so late, there should be something to apologize to you. If you accept my flowers, don't be angry with me. ."
The boy's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze.
What he tied on Jiang Xuening's wrist was actually a string of snow-white jasmine, the soft blooming flowers were threaded with a thin thread, and only two green leaves were decorated for decoration. Like two jasper pieces hanging under her wrist.
In the cold and rainy night, there is suddenly a dark fragrance.
It was a very fresh, refreshing fragrance.
Few people know that Jasmine instinctively has three seasons.
Just be sure to take good care of it.
Jasmine in late autumn and early winter is even rarer, as precious as the mind of a teenager.
Jiang Xuening suddenly hated himself.
Seeing that she was silent, Yan Lin only held up her face to look at her, and said, "Is it possible that you really want to be angry?"
Jiang Xuening shook his head.
It's too late.
Although Yan Lin was greedy for the time she spent together, she didn't dare to let her go back too late, and she was even more afraid that the troubled times would ruin her reputation, and she would send her back.
The two walked down the stairs together.
Yan Lin held an umbrella and helped her into the carriage.
At this time, Jiang Xuening stood under the umbrella and looked up at him, his long eyelashes trembling faintly in the shadows, and said softly: "Yan Lin, don't drink in the future, okay? I'm afraid."
do not drink alcohol
Yan Lin didn't know why, and wanted to say how many ambitious men don't drink alcohol? But what I saw when I lowered my eyes was the fragile eyes behind her softness, and I don't know why there seemed to be a pain in the bottom of my heart, so I smiled indulgently and doted on her, promising her: "Okay. "