The night was as clear as water. Hua Jinglan walked through the Yue Cave Gate to the backyard of Titou Pavilion. When she looked up, she saw Wen Zhuoyi in Tsing Yi leaning on the railing and looking at him. The distance was too far to see his eyes clearly, but there was a heavy look of absence on his face. I don't know where my mind is wandering.
"Yan Qing..." For some reason, Hua Jinglan called out his real name as soon as she spoke.
Wen Zhuoyi was startled. He lowered his head and saw her with a blank smile, "I haven't heard this name in a long time."
"Shangguan Yanqing, Shangguan Ming is dead." Long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain. It's okay to cry and laugh.
Wen Zhuoyi's expression froze, and then turned into ashes. Suddenly he couldn't look directly into Hua Jinglan's eyes. He turned around, supported the railing with both hands, kept raising his head, and tightened and loosened his fists, then loosened and tightened them. His eyes were staring at the sky, his mouth was slightly open but he was trying his best to suppress his emotions.
Under the dim moonlight, Hua Jinglan saw a light flashing from the corner of his eyes in a daze.
Relatives... This concept is vague in Hua Jinglan's mind, and what should relatives look like? Three years later, Shangguan Yanqing has shed all his tears. Does he still have tears to shed now
"Shangguan Yanqing..." She walked up to him.
Wen Zhuoyi covered her eyes and turned away, waved one hand and said hoarsely: "Don't come up!"
Hua Jinglan's steps hesitated slightly, but she did not stop, but continued walking upward. When Wen Zhuoyi heard the footsteps coming behind him, his sadness turned into anger. He turned around suddenly and roared: "Didn't I tell you not to come up?!"
This time Hua Jinglan saw clearly that they were indeed tears, transparent tears.
Wen Zhuoyi's chest rose and fell, he looked at her and said, "Are you satisfied?"
Hua Jinglan's hand trembled, raised it, and gently placed it on his cheek. She used her index finger to remove the water droplets from the corners of his eyes. She looked at him intently for a few seconds before she smiled and said, "Shangguan Yanqing, follow me. !”
Calm as water, cleansing people's hearts, it is not the purest smile in the world, just because of the concern in her eyes, even if it is not 100%, no, as long as it is a little bit, it will make Wen Zhuoyi particularly moved by this matter.
Her smile is peaceful. Under the moonlight, the woman in plain clothes has her sleeves swaying in the breeze, and the jade pendant on her waist is also slightly swaying. She is smiling, and her hands are still stained with her own tears...
Wen Zhuoyi was stunned for a moment, then calmed down a little, and then said: "You didn't help me find my brother, right? Why should I work for you?"
Hua Jinglan tilted her head and smiled and said: "There are many benefits to following me. I am popular and drink hot food, I hug you from left to right, you are surrounded by beauties, you have a car when you go out, you have wine when you come in, and you wear silk and satin. Pearls and green jade, just go to the street and tell me my name. Even if you walk sideways, no one will dare to care about you... "
Wen Zhuoyi's eyebrows twitched and he said sarcastically: "In Yecheng, you are a clay Buddha who cannot protect yourself when crossing the river. How do you expect to protect others?"
"If I don't tell you, if you don't tell me, who would have known that Mr. Xue Yue is Hua Jinglan? Even if he knew, so what? There's no one I, Hua Jinglan, can't protect!"
She raised her thin eyebrows, as if she was taking it for granted, as crazy as she wants. Wen Zhuoyi couldn't help but ask herself in her heart, what power does such an arrogant woman have, and what power does she have to convince people of her arrogant words
"I have no martial arts skills and no family background. Once I leave the Tietou Pavilion, I will be followed by endless soldiers... Hua Jinglan, what do you want to do for such a person?" When the words reached my throat, the sentence "It's also a burden" was replaced by "It's also a burden" "What to do?" Now, it was difficult for him to even lift a bucket of water. What could he do for her
Hua Jinglan smiled and walked to the railing. Xiexie leaned on it and said cynically: "There are so many experts around me, but I just need someone to serve tea and water. My family background is like a cloud, and I still need someone to pinch my waist and beat my legs." , Yan Qing, to put it bluntly, I’m leaving you alone.”
Wen Zhuoyi could not be said to be unmoved. He was used to Hua Jinglan's style. He knew what she wanted and she would do it. In her heart, she had no humiliation towards the royal family and no fear of the aristocratic family. She loved to miss the fireworks. She likes to pretend to be a man, seemingly bohemian, frivolous and ignorant, but no one in Linglong Tower has anything bad to say about her. Every time she comes back, Linglong Tower is probably the happiest time. In fact, she doesn’t do much, but But true.
There are too many people who are hypocritical. She will be happy when she likes it and hate when she hates it. She will not hide it or make any pretense...
Wen Zhuoyi suddenly smiled and Gu Zi shook his head. What was wrong with him? He suddenly felt that no one in the world could compare with her...
"Say, why are you smiling so obscenely?" Hua Jinglan suddenly approached him, "Are you thinking about something you shouldn't be thinking about?"
She lazily put it back and said with a smile: "I just asked you to bring tea and pour water, squeeze my waist and beat my legs. I didn't ask you to warm my bed..."
Before she finished speaking, he was suddenly hugged. She paused and felt the trembling arms exerting force on her waist. She put her hand on his back and patted him lightly, "Don't be excited, you are really If you want to pledge yourself to me, I can make do with it."
Wen Zhuoyi curled his lips, opened his mouth, and said two words silently: Thank you.
Hua Jinglan actually wanted to ask if he would cry and be sad for her if she died, but after thinking about it, she decided not to ask, because if the conditions were not met, the result would certainly not be true.
"Where is Wen Zhuoyi?!" A voice shouted from outside the Yuedong door. Even the madam and several nursing homes could not stop Hua Wanyu. She led a woman and walked in rampantly. When she saw Hua Jinglan hugging her Wen Zhuoyi was in a ball, with disgust, ridicule, and disdain flashing across his face, "He is indeed a lowly brat, cuddling with a man in public!"
The angle at which Hua Wanyu raised her head was such that she could only see the back of Hua Jinglan's head, and Wen Zhuoyi, who was holding her, was naturally given a straight face and was pointed at her nose and scolded.
When Wen Zhuoyi saw someone breaking in, he let go of Hua Jinglan, pointed to the location of the room, and motioned for her to go in and hide. Then he walked down the stairs, looked at Hua Wanyu with cold eyes and said, "What's the matter?"
Hua Wanyu's anger was directed at Wen Zhuoyi, so she ignored Hua Jinglan upstairs.