Chapter 41

"What a strong temper was your aunt? Looking at my eyes, I couldn't say anything until I was sick

"Even when I swallowed the last breath, I didn't close my eyes.

"Hao Hao, a big Qian Dynasty asked a six-year-old child to stand up and face the most cruel sword in the world! After all, I'm sorry for your aunt, and I'm even more sorry for the child! "

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Father in Chengqing hall that tearful and indignant look still emerge in my mind, accompanied by that unwilling and hidden resentment of hoarse voice.

In the past 20 years, Yan Lin has never seen him like this.

It seems that all the emotions in my mind are released at that moment, and will turn into fiery magma to burn everything.

It's like the rain is pouring down the river.

The huge capital is just a lonely boat at the moment.

He looked up at the dark night sky outside the eaves, and walked straight down!

After him, Qing Feng, who was going to go back to his room with him, was stunned. After a moment, he quickly followed him with an umbrella and asked, "Shizi, what are you going to do?"

Yan Lin's voice was vague in the rain: "get ready for the car, go to Xiaolou."

Green Feng this just reaction come over, he is going to see ginger two girls.

But

The raindrops fell down on the umbrella, like the ice beads, as if they were piercing the surface of the umbrella.

Qingfeng couldn't help persuading him: "but it's so late. It's already past the appointed time, and it's raining so heavily tonight. Miss Jiang Er has been waiting for you for a long time, so she should have gone back early, right? I'm afraid it's a waste of time for you to go. If you want to worry, the government will send someone to have a look. "

Yan does not return: "even if only in case of possibility, I do not want to call her white and so on."

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it's about that the rain outside is too noisy. After Jiang Xuening closed her eyes, the rain went into her dream and outlined a heavy rain on a hot summer afternoon.

She and the palace people walked in a hurry by the lotus pond.

The shelter is just ahead.

But when they arrived, there was already one person inside.

So the half acre square pond and the rain lotus all became the foil of this man.

She got wet and went in from outside the pavilion.

The surrounding scene immediately melted like ink.

It turned out to be a cottage in a mountain village. She was sitting on the only dry table, curling her legs, holding her knees, blinking at Zhang Zhe, who was standing in the corner coldly. Her heart beat faster for some reason.

Then she heard some difficult and nervous voice: "would you like to come and sit together?"

Zhang Zha turned his head and looked over.

It was a pair of cold eyes, which caught her in a moment.

At this moment, she wanted to reach out and touch her eyes, but the smell of soil and grass around her suddenly mixed with a little wine, and gradually became strong from far away.

It's just wisps of smell, but it cuts the rain like a sword.

Jiang Xuening fell into a nightmare.

The lotus pond and Pavilion of the summer resort are gone.

The hut where he was assassinated and escaped was gone.

She was standing barefoot on the cold floor of Kunning palace, poking the ashes in the stove with incense sticks.

There are no other palace people in the palace.

She felt the cold, the hesitation, the fear.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before footsteps came from outside the hall.

It's just that this time is different.

This time, the footstep is a little messy and unstable.

When the figure appeared outside the door and pushed the door open, the wind outside suddenly blew in a strong breath of wine. Jiang Xuening's hand trembled, and the incense sheath that had been held between his fingers suddenly fell to the ground.

A piercing sound.

Yan Lin's face, which had faded all the green and astringent faces of his youth, was a bit drunk, but his eyes were brighter than ever, as if they had returned to the most complacent time of his youth.

He smiles at her: "Ning Ning, don't be afraid..."

But she was aware of the unprecedented danger, little by little towards the rear.

But Kunning palace was not big, let alone this small bedroom?

He approached step by step and finally caught her.

The mellow smell of wine immediately approached her, enveloped her mouth and nose, locked her like a prisoner, occupied her, impregnated her

In a trance, someone's fingers caressed her cheek.

The cold touch was like a snake with scales, which made her shiver.

When Jiang Xuening opened her eyes with the lingering palpitations of her dream, she saw a figure with backlight sitting in front of her couch. The outline of her youth was both familiar and strange. Even if it was wet by the cold rain, the shallow wine on the body was faint, but it lingered on.At this moment, her pupils contracted sharply.

It's all a subconscious step back.

The next moment to identify clearly, in front of the outline of the youth has not yet been carved traces of wind and frost, there is no border cold depression of deep, although it seems that some rare silence, but it is not the last life that Yan Lin.

Yan Lin arrived half a quarter ago.

The rain outside the window is not small.

After entering the Xiaolou, he saw her sleeping on the couch of the imperial concubine. Her small face was buried in the thin blanket. It was more charming and lovely. At such a special time, it made him feel more distressed.

Must have been waiting for a long time?

Yan Lin only said that he had just come in from outside, and his fingers were too cold. He looked at her and said in a soft voice, "are you scared?"

Jiang Xuening blinked: "did you drink?"

Yan Lin then realized that he was really full of wine. This thought was brought back to him. When he was talking with his father in the mansion, he was silent for a long time. Then he dropped his eyes and said, "first, I talked with my father and drank a few cups."

Zhou Yinzhi has won the position of a thousand households, and it is the eve of the storm. What can he talk about with Marquis Yongyi?

Jiang Xuening can make a guess.

She wants to find Yan Lin to make it clear, but now she looks at him, but she doesn't know why. She can't say a word.

There is no one else in the room.

The servant girls all backed out.

It was very quiet for a moment.

Yan Lin's mood is constantly surging, which makes him feel like a rock on the bank. Waves come one by one, but he can't avoid it. He can only stand in the same place, bear and endure.

If there is no tonight, if there is no Zhou Yinzhi, if there is no previous talk with his father, or fear that until one day in the future, he will face the situation of destroying his family and being doomed, he will not realize what he has done wrong.

I still remember the night of Chongyang Lantern Festival.

Ning Ning turned to ask him: "Yan Lin, you always spoil me and protect me like this. Have you ever thought about it. If one day, I don't have you, what will it be like and what should I do? "

He is the son of marquis Yongyi's family. He is loved by his family and the emperor. He is not bad at both civil and martial arts. Even compared with those dandies who are fighting chickens and running dogs in Beijing and enjoying the shadow of their parents, he has gone through a lot of places with his father and has seen a lot of hardships. He has not only their foresight but also the ambition to inherit from his parents.

He never saw any hardship in his eyes.

He felt that everything he owned would not change. As he once said to Shen Yu, "if I spoil you, I will marry you.".

Until today, he knows that some things are born with, but may not last long.

He dotes on her.

He protected her.

He couldn't help but express his special love for her in front of others. He wanted the whole capital to know that Jiang Xuening would be his future wife.

But forget, the world changes, no one knows what will happen tomorrow.

Up to now, I just hate that I'm not considerate enough and I'm too reckless.

Yan Lin doesn't dare to think about it -

if she is so delicate, how can she deal with the difficulties of the government without herself? She didn't have to go to the palace to accompany her reading, but she was sent in by him. How can she face the danger step by step in the future? Everyone knows that she has a lot to do with him since childhood. If something happens suddenly and her marriage fails, how will she get along with herself?

At one time, the situation was overturned and the rain was about to come. At the other time, he regretted that he was ignorant, immature and immature. What's more, he felt distressed for the girl he held in his hands for several years. Yan Lin only felt that his throat was blocked by something. It was very difficult to make his own voice.

He pressed her into his arms.

His hoarse voice trembled: "Ning Ning..."

Jiang Xuening's body was stiff and tight at the moment when she was hugged by the young man's powerful arm: "Yan Lin -"

his face was buried in her neck socket. He was trembling as hard as he could. He prayed: "don't speak, Ning Ning, don't speak, be kind to me. Don't talk... "

At this moment, the young man's posture has a rare weakness.

It's like I'm afraid she'll say something.

Jiang Xuening only felt that something extra heavy was pressing on him. Looking out of the window, it was dark. Only this elegant room projected some light.

My heart gradually softened.

Her tight body slowly relaxed, finally slowly stretched out her hand, put it on the boy's shoulder, and told him: "it's OK, it will be OK."

Is Yan Lin guessing what she's going to say about him today?

Jiang Xuening doesn't know.

She just remembered her selfishness and meanness in this silent and deep rainy night -

in the inner house, she had few useful people, and even if there was no Zhou Yinzhi, there would be others. That being the case, it's better to use Zhou Yinzhi than not. At least, I know what's going on, and I can inform the house of marquis Yongyi, so that the Yan family can be prepared.As for how she knew that something would happen to Marquis Yongyi's house, she didn't need to worry.

Zhou Yinzhi is a deep-seated "smart person", who will guess that she learned the news from her father or other powerful people, because there is no impermeable wall in the world. Although Yan Lin is not old, she is also familiar with some things in the officialdom. Even if she knew that something would happen to the Marquis, she would only think that she learned it from Zhou Yin, and then let Zhou Yinzhi talk about it 。

Smart people don't like to talk openly.

What's more, it's not an incomprehensible thing. They will construct the most reasonable situation to explain it. In this way, they will hide.

Her voice was soft and gentle, with a certain calming power.

Yan Lin listened and closed her eyes tightly.

After a long time, he let her go, eyes a little wet, partial smile: "wait for me for a long time? It's all my fault that I forgot to call someone to let you know in advance. When I come here, I only hope that when I get to the Xiaolou, I'd better have you gone, so that I can feel less guilty. Can be here, see you are still waiting, guilt, the heart was unable to suppress joy. Ning Ning, am I funny? "

Jiang Xuening looked at him and didn't know what to say.

Yan Lin took something out of her arms like a trick, pulled her hand, tied it to her slender wrist, and said, "on the way here, I saw a flower selling mother-in-law sheltering from the rain under the eaves. I saw these flowers, and I don't know why. I think they are very similar to you. So I thought, if you are here, I am so late. I should have something to make amends for you. Take my flowers, but don't let me get angry again. "

The youth's voice is as gentle as the spring breeze.

What he tied to Jiang Xuening's wrist was actually a string of snow-white jasmine. The soft blooming flowers were pierced by a thin thread, only decorated with two oil-green leaves. After tying up, they hung like two Jasper under her wrist.

In the cold and silent rainy night, suddenly the fragrance is dense.

It was an extremely fresh and refreshing breath.

Few people know that Jasmine has three seasons.

It's just that you have to take good care of it.

Jasmine in late autumn and early winter is even more rare. It is as precious as the young people's mind.

Jiang Xuening suddenly hated himself.

Yan Lin saw that she was silent. She just picked up her face and said, "is it hard to be angry?"

Jiang Xuening shook her head.

It's too late.

Although Yan Lin was greedy for her time together, she didn't dare to let her go back too late. She was even more afraid that she would send her back in troubled times.

They came down from the Xiaolou with each other.

Yan Lin, holding an umbrella, helped her into the carriage.

At this time, Jiang Xuening just stood under the umbrella and looked up at him. Her thick long eyelashes trembled faintly in the shadow and said in a soft voice: "Yan Lin, don't drink in the future, OK? I'm afraid. "

Don't drink?

Yan Lin doesn't know. So how many aspiring men don't drink? But a drop of eyes to touch is her soft behind a bit of fragile eyes, also don't know why the bottom of my heart as if there is a place to be tied a pain, so indulge and spoil to smile, promise her: "good."