Jiang Tangzhou slept until the sun was high on the second day, and he didn't wake up in a daze until there was noise outside.
He sat for a while and called Ting Yu's name, but it was Yan Qing who came in.
"Master, Sister Tingyu went to the front hall to collect the moon silver." Yan Qing put the washbasin aside and said, "Master, do you want to wash?"
"Hmm." Jiang Tangzhou pinched the corners of his brows, "What's going on outside?"
"It seems that before dawn today, a large number of refugees poured into the south of the city, clamoring for the holy face, and a few sneaked in to beat the drum of grievances, and now all the people in the capital are going there Chung, I'm going to watch the excitement!" Yan Qing handed over the water-stained silk handkerchief.
"It's October, winter is not yet coming, how come there are refugees?" Jiang Tangzhou wondered, "I haven't heard of any natural disasters in Hengguo."
Yan Qing said: "It's not a natural disaster, maybe it's a man-made disaster."
Jiang Tangzhou was pointed out by Yan Qing's words, and his intuition told him that the capital would not be peaceful again, so he responded and asked Yan Qing to step down first.
Ting Yu came back after receiving the moon silver, and brought another letter of greeting from Ling Yingchong.
"I think that the fourth prince is entangled with our master," Ting Yu said with a curl of his lips, "he asked you to go out to play every two days, and I didn't see him play any special tricks! Last time he almost beat Xiao My life has been played off!"
Since she was seriously injured the day before yesterday when she went to admire the flowers, Ting Yu's opinion of Ling Yingchong suddenly became stronger, and she felt that Ling Yingchong was not prepared to deal with it in advance.
What's more, the three of them were about to die in the end, and it was Yin Wenzheng who came back first and rescued Jiang Tangzhou.
"Now I feel that the prince, although he is glib and foolish, is much more reliable than the fourth prince. At least he can save him from fire and water every time." Ting Yu wrung out the veil and wiped it off for Jiang Tangzhou. With the dried blood on his arm, he said, "Although he talks too much, sometimes he talks nonsense, at least he is reliable."
"A woman's heart is really fickle," Jiang Tangzhou said with a smile, "It's only been a while, and you've turned all your heart towards the prince."
"I'm called a wise partiality," Ting Yu said, "What's more, I'm already married to the crown prince, even if I don't want to, in the eyes of outsiders, I'm already a family, and I'm still with those four. It's better for the prince to keep a little distance."
Jiang Tangzhou raised his eyebrows, and said: "You are sensible, and now you are teaching me instead?"
"How can I teach you a lesson!" Ting Yu said with a sad face, "I am only thinking about my father. Although I am a man, I still want to be famous. What's more, the prince is good everywhere, if he is in the backyard. It would be even better if there is no one, just one.”
The smile on Jiang Tangzhou's face faded a bit: "You..."
"First of all, that Ruojian, I can't get used to it." Ting Yu threw the veil into the water and snorted, "Every time I see me, I always make a face, and I don't owe her a penny! You can tell with your eyes that she likes the crown prince, but the crown prince doesn't say anything, so it's possible that she still doesn't understand?"
"Stop talking about others," Jiang Tangzhou patted her on the head and said, "Go and think about your own affairs."
"What can I think about?"
"Of course I'm thinking about you and General Xie..."
"Master!" Ting Yu blushed, stomped her feet several times, and said coquettishly, "Don't make fun of me, I really never thought about getting married, I just want to be with you all my life, please go Wherever I go!"
Hearing this, Jiang Tangzhou lowered his eyes, sighed, and said with a wry smile: "I am a short-lived person, even if you follow me, you won't be able to follow me for long."
"Don't say such things!" Ting Yu wished he could stop Jiang Tangzhou's mouth, "As long as you take good care of her, I will live a long life."
Jiang Tangzhou shook his head, but did not continue the topic. They both knew that his life was short, and he really couldn't live for too long.
Known from a long time ago.
Ting Yu raised her hand to wipe her tears again. She didn't want to show it in front of Jiang Tangzhou, so she took the water and said, "I'll change the water." She left the room as if fleeing.
———
It took another ten days for Jiang Tangzhou's injury to heal, and the gauze was removed. It's just that it's still inconvenient to put on clothes, and if there's a little movement, blood will ooze.
After rejecting Ling Yingchong that day, the other party came to submit two more posts, but Jiang Tangzhou rejected them with "I am not feeling well and need to recuperate". Maybe Ling Yingchong realized something and didn't submit another post. The frequency is greatly reduced.
Jiang Tangzhou hadn't taken a bath for several days because he couldn't get wet, but today he finally couldn't help it, and found a time to soak for an hour, and even felt a little dizzy when he came out.
He changed into a quilt, and his half-wet hair was draped over his shoulders. Ting Yu was going to dry it for him, but he drove him away.
It was so rare and clean that Jiang Tangzhou wanted to sit outside for a while and feel the night.
It's just that he didn't expect that he ran into Yin Wenzheng outside the room door when he only planned to clean himself up.
His hand was suddenly pulled: "Where are you going?"
Jiang Tangzhou recognized Yin Wenzheng's voice: "Just find a place to sit for a while."
"Come here." Yin Wenzheng grabbed Jiang Tangzhou and sat down beside him. He glanced at Jiang Tangzhou and frowned, "Aren't you going to dry your hair?"
"It's a bit hot today," Jiang Tangzhou said, "Sit outside for a while, and do it by yourself."
Yin Wenzheng let out a "hmm", lifted the wine jug in his hand, and poured a big gulp into his mouth.
Jiang Tangzhou also smelled the mellow aroma of wine.
Yin Wenzheng wanted to hand it to him, but then he thought about the injury on the other side: "How is the injury?"
"It's scabbed, it's probably getting better soon." Jiang Tangzhou didn't have much desire to drink, but he noticed that Yin Wenzheng seemed to be drinking a little too much.
Yin Wenzheng said thoughtfully, "It's pretty fast."
Jiang Tangzhou said nonchalantly, "Maybe he has been practicing since he was a child."
"How do you say it?" Yin Wenzheng caught Jiang Tangzhou's words and asked curiously, "Speaking of which, since you and I met, you have never told me about your childhood, and this is the first time you mentioned it. .”
"Because there is nothing to mention." Jiang Tangzhou said lightly, "It's just a matter of the past, and thinking about it is just adding to the troubles, so it's better not to think about it."
Jiang Tangzhou didn't seem to want to say anything.
Yin Wenzheng took another big gulp of wine, the liquid trickled down the corner of his mouth, across his Adam's apple, and finally sank into his clothes. He half-closed his eyes, half blurred and half sober, looking at Jiang Tangzhou, who was standing in front of his eyes. There seemed to be countless of them, and he couldn't figure out which one was the real Jiang Tangzhou.
In his eyes, Jiang Tangzhou was indeed always erratic.
He never knew him very well.
He seemed to put a thick mask on himself, his body was shackled in layers of shackles, and he had no intention of struggling at all.
He really accepted his fate, but Yin Wenzheng never accepted his fate.
Yin Wenzheng handed the wine jar to Jiang Tangzhou, looked up at the full moon in the distance, and said calmly, "My impression of my mother is actually very shallow."
Jiang Tangzhou took a sip from the wine jar, the rich aroma of the wine permeated the tip of his tongue, and Yin Wenzheng's deep voice sounded in his ear.
"My mother is not favored, what's so good about being favored by a brothel girl?"
After Yin Wenzheng said this, Jiang Tangzhou froze for a moment, showing some astonishment.
"Are you thinking, I'm clearly the crown prince, why would there be a mother who was born in a brothel?" Yin Wenzheng went to get the wine jar, clasping the back of Jiang Tangzhou's hand with his palm, "I was adopted by the Ling family .”
"adopt?"
"Well," Yin Wenzheng said calmly, "After my mother passed away, I followed the Xianling family. She couldn't bear children for some reason, so I was her only son, and I naturally took the position of the prince. The name is not right, but at least it looks very good to outsiders. When I was sixteen years old, the Ling family passed away, and then the mother and concubine of the third prince Ling Xunqin were appointed as the queen, so my position became Very embarrassing."
Although Yin Wenzheng finished his story in a few words, Jiang Tangzhou, who also grew up in the deep palace, knew, how could it be so easy
In the process of growing up, he must have experienced countless hardships, just like him.
Jiang Tangzhou took another sip before passing it to Yin Wenzheng.
"In fact, I have very little impression of my mother." Yin Wenzheng squinted his eyes, as if lost in memory, "I just remember that even though we lived in the most remote temple and ate the most unpalatable food at that time, it was life. The only best time I can recall in my life."
"What I remember the most is that she often sat by the window and sewed a small dress... She was pregnant at that time," Yin Wenzheng said with a sneer, "and said that my younger brother's clothes were left over from mine. The fabric is sewn, so that when my younger brother is born, I will protect him."
"..." Jiang Tangzhou was stunned for a moment, "What happened next?"
"Later?" Yin Wenzheng raised his hands, stretched his waist, lazily got up and said, "Later she passed away, and my younger brother was not born either, so I couldn't protect him anymore."
Jiang Tangzhou squeezed the wine jar tightly in his hands. He raised his head and could only see a very faint moonlight.
Yin Wenzheng stretched out his hand, put his hot palm on the top of Jiangtangzhou's head, rubbed it lightly, and said, "A Tang, you asked me before that you are so casual and bold in doing things, so you are not afraid."
"Um?"
"I'm not afraid." Yin Wenzheng answered him, "I've never been afraid to play off, because I have the confidence to do something. So if you want to do something, just do it, and you will also have the confidence to do so."
Jiang Tangzhou paused: "Where do I have the confidence, I am not familiar with the place where I was born in Hengguo, and after so long, I only know you and Ling Yingchong."
"Can you not mention that man?" Yin Wenzheng tapped his forehead with his fingers, and said, "You are from my Prince's House anyway, and the Prince's House is your confidence, do you understand?"
Jiang Tangzhou smiled: "Understood."
"Good boy." Yin Wenzheng might be really drunk, but his eyes seemed to be clear. He just stared at Jiang Tangzhou for a long, long time, looking at his slightly curved eyebrows, at the dimple on the tip of his nose. Little Mole, looking at his completely trusting eyes, he suddenly and slowly began to approach him—
He bent down so that his lips were almost touching the other's lips, but at the end, he turned his side again, and the hot air hit Jiangtang Zhou's earlobe, and he said, "A Tang, I believe in you."