Chapter 41: Alcoholic
"What kind of a temper was your aunt back then? Before she left, she took my hand and was so sick that she couldn't speak. She just looked at me with those eyes and kept crying...
"Even when I took my last breath, I didn't close my eyes.
"Haohao actually asked a six-year-old child to stand up and face the cruelest sword in the world! After all, I am sorry for your aunt, and I am even more sorry for that child!"
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My father's tearful and angry expression in Chengqing Hall still comes to mind, accompanied by his hoarse voice full of resentment and resentment.
In the past twenty years, Yan Lin had never seen him like this.
It seemed that all the emotions accumulated in his chest were released at that moment, turning into blazing magma and burning everything down.
The heavy rain poured down, as if pouring down the entire Tianhe River, flooding the world.
The huge capital city is just a lonely boat at the moment.
He looked up at the dark night sky outside the eaves, where lightning flashed from time to time, and went straight down!
Qing Feng, who was following him and planned to go back to the room with him, was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly opened an umbrella to follow, and hurriedly asked: "My lord, what are you doing?"
Yan Lin's voice was a little fuzzy in the rain: "Prepare the car and go to the skyscrapers."
Only then did Qing Feng realize that he was going to see Miss Jiang Er.
Can…
The raindrops fell and hit the umbrella, like ice beads falling down, as if to pierce the umbrella surface.
Qing Feng couldn't help persuading: "It's so late, the agreed time has already passed, and it's raining so much tonight, Miss Jiang Er hasn't been waiting for you for a long time, so she should have gone back long ago? You go I'm afraid it's a waste of time to go, if you want to worry, just send someone from the mansion to take a look."
Yan Lin didn't turn her head back: "Even if there is only a chance, I don't want to tell her to wait in vain."
Probably the sound of the rain outside was too noisy. After Jiang Xuening closed her eyes, the sound of the rain entered her dream, outlining a torrential rain on a hot summer afternoon.
She and the palace servants hurried along the lotus pond.
The gazebo for shelter from the rain is just ahead.
But when they arrived, there was already one person sitting inside.
So the half-acre square pond and the pond full of rain lotus became the foil of this person.
With rain on her body, she walked in from outside the pavilion.
The surrounding scenes suddenly melted like ink.
What condensed again turned out to be a hut in the mountain village. She sat on the only dry table, curled her legs, hugged her knees, blinked at Zhang Zhe who was standing coldly in the corner, her heart was beating. I don't know why it suddenly accelerated.
Then she heard her own voice that was a bit difficult and hidden a little nervous: "You, why don't you come and sit together?"
Zhang Zhe turned his head and looked over.
Those were a pair of cold eyes, which captured her immediately.
At this moment, she wanted to reach out her hand to touch her eyes, but for some reason, in the smell of soil and grass around her, there was suddenly a hint of wine mixed in, which gradually became stronger from far to near.
It was obviously just a whiff of smell, but it cut through the rain like a sword.
Jiang Xuening immediately fell into a nightmare.
The lotus ponds and gazebos of the Summer Resort are gone.
The hut on the way to escape from the assassination is gone.
She stood barefoot on the cold bedroom floor of Kunning Palace, and was using her chopsticks to shake the incense ashes in the stove, dazed in a daze.
There are no other palace people in the palace.
She felt cold, hesitant, and afraid.
Sure enough, not long after, footsteps came from outside the hall.
Only this time it was different.
This time the footsteps were a little messy and unsteady.
When the figure appeared outside the door and pushed the palace door open forcefully, the wind outside immediately blew in a strong smell of alcohol, Jiang Xuening's hands trembled, and the chopsticks she was holding between her fingers suddenly fell to the ground. on the ground.
There was a piercing sound.
Yan Lin's youthful face had faded away, with a bit of chaotic drunkenness, but his eyes were brighter than before, as if he had returned to the happiest time of his youth.
He smiled at her: "Ningning, don't be afraid..."
But she sensed the unprecedented danger, and retreated little by little.
But Kunning Palace is not that big, let alone this small bedroom?
He approached step by step, and finally caught her.
The strong smell of wine immediately approached her, covered her nose and mouth, locked her up like a prison, invaded and infiltrated her...
In a trance, someone's finger stroked her cheek.
The cold touch was like a snake with scales, which made her hair stand on end.
Jiang Xuening, who was sleeping lightly on the imperial concubine's couch, opened her eyes with the lingering fear of a dream, only to see a backlit figure sitting in front of her couch. Even though it was wet by the cold rain, the slight alcohol smell on his body was faint but lingering.
At this moment, her pupils shrank sharply.
She stepped back completely subconsciously.
It was not until the next moment that he recognized it clearly. The outline of the young man in front of him had not yet been sculpted by wind and frost, nor had he the oppressive depth of the bitter cold at the border. Although there seemed to be some rare silence, it was not Yan Lin from the previous life.
Yan Lin arrived half a quarter ago.
The rain outside the window is still not small.
It was only after he entered the skyscraper that he saw her sleeping on the imperial concubine's couch, her palm-sized face was buried in the thin blanket, making her more delicate and lovely, and it made him feel even more distressed at such a special time .
You must have been waiting for a long time, right?
Yan Lin only said that he just came in from the outside, his fingers were too cold, looked at her and said softly: "Scared you?"
Jiang Xuening blinked: "Have you been drinking?"
It was only then that Yan Lin realized that he was indeed full of alcohol, and was brought back to the time when he was talking to his father in the mansion. After a long silence, he lowered his eyes and said, "I just talked with my father about something, and I drank a few minutes. cup."
Zhou Yinzhi has won the position of a thousand households, and it is the eve of the storm. What can he and Yongyi Hou talk about?
Jiang Xuening can guess roughly.
She wanted to talk to Yan Lin today, but looking at him at this moment, she couldn't say a word for some reason.
There was no one else in the room.
The maids all backed out.
It was very quiet for a while.
Yan Lin's mood was constantly churning, making him feel like a rock on the shore, the waves came one after another, but he couldn't dodge it, he could only stand where he was, bear 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 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.
Ning Ning turned her head and asked him: "Yan Lin, you always spoil me and protect me like this, but 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 eldest son of the Yongyihou Mansion, favored by his family, loved by the emperor, good in civil and military skills, even compared to those dudes who enjoy the shadow of their father's generation at ease in Beijing, he has traveled with his father to many places , I have also seen a lot of hardships, and I ask myself that I have the foresight and savvy of theirs, and I also have the ambition inherited from my father's generation.
Difficulties and hardships are never in his eyes.
So he feels that everything he owns is taken for granted and will not change. Just like what he once said to Shen Jie, "If I spoil you, I will marry you."
Until today, he didn't know that some things are born with, but may not last long.
He dotes on her.
He protects her.
He couldn't suppress his jumping heart, and he showed his specialness to her in front of others, wishing that the whole capital would 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 only hate myself for not being considerate enough and being too reckless in dealing with things.
Yan Lin didn't dare to think about it—
She is so squeamish, if she loses herself, how can she deal with the difficulties in the house? She didn't have to enter the palace to study with her, but was sent in by him. How will she face the dangers at every step in the future? Everyone knew that she and his childhood sweetheart had a very close relationship. If something happened suddenly and the marriage failed, how would she deal with herself?
At one time, it was the overturning of the whole situation, and the depression that was about to come, and at the other time, it was the remorse for being ignorant and immature, and it was also mixed with the distress for this girl who had been held in his hands for several years. Something blocked it, and it was very difficult to make my own voice.
He hugged her tightly into his arms.
The hoarse voice trembled a little: "Ningning..."
At the moment when the young man's strong arms embraced her, Jiang Xuening's body was stiff and tense: "Yan Lin—"
His face was buried in her neck, and there was a tremor that he tried to suppress, and he begged: "Don't talk, Ningning, don't talk, be kind to me. Don't talk..."
At this moment, the boy's posture has a rare weakness.
As if afraid of what she might say.
Jiang Xuening only felt something extraordinarily heavy pressing on his body, and seeing the darkness outside the window, only a little light was projected from the private room.
My heart gradually softened.
Her tense body slowly relaxed, and finally stretched out her hand slowly, put it on the boy's shoulder, and told him: "It's okay, it will be fine."
Did Yan Lin guess what she was going to say when she asked him today?
Jiang Xuening didn't know either.
She just remembered her selfishness and despicableness in this quiet and deep rainy night—
In the inner house, she counted and counted but there were no useful people, and even if Zhou Yinzhi was not involved in the affairs of the Yongyi Houfu, there would still be others. That being the case, it is better to use Zhou Yinzhi than not to use it. At least he knows the basics, and he can also inform the Yongyihou's mansion so that the Yan family can be prepared.
As for how she knew that something would happen to the Yongyihou's Mansion, she didn't need to worry about it.
Zhou Yinzhi is a "smart person" with a deep mind, and he would guess that she got the news from his father or other dignitaries, because there is no impenetrable wall in the world; although Yan Lin is not old, he is also familiar with some things in the officialdom Even if she knew that something would happen to the Hou Mansion, she would only think that she learned about it from Zhou Yinzhi, and then let Zhou Yinzhi tell 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 it, so they will hide it.
Her voice was soft and gentle, with an inexplicably 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: "You have been waiting for me for a long time? It's all my fault, but I forgot to call someone to inform you in advance. When I came, I only looked forward to it. Xiaolou, it's better that you have already left, so that I feel less guilty. But when I got here, seeing you waiting, besides the guilt, I couldn't suppress the joy in my heart. Ningning, I am so funny Bar?"
Jiang Xuening looked at him, not knowing what to say.
But Yan Lin took out something from her bosom like a conjuring, took her hand, and tied it around her slender wrist, saying: "On the way here, I saw a flower seller sheltering from the rain under the eaves. Seeing these flowers, I don’t know why, but I feel that they are very similar to you. So I thought, if you are here, I have been late for so long, and there should be something for you to apologize for. If you accept my flowers, don’t be angry with me again. .”
The boy's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze.
What he tied around Jiang Xuening's wrist was actually a bunch of snow-white jasmines. The soft and blooming flowers were threaded with a thin thread, and only two oily green leaves were decorated. It hangs under her wrist like two jaspers.
In the cold and rainy night, there was a sudden dark fragrance.
It was an extremely fresh, refreshing fragrance.
Few people know that Jasmine can start three seasons.
Just be sure to take good care of it.
Jasmine in late autumn and early winter is even rarer. It is as precious as a teenager's heart.
Jiang Xuening suddenly hated herself a little.
Seeing that she was silent, Yan Lin held up her face to look at her, and said, "Could it be that you are really going to be angry?"
Jiang Xuening shook her head.
It was too late.
Although Yan Lin was greedy for her time together, he didn't dare to let her go back too late, and he was even more afraid that in this troubled time, if her reputation was damaged, he would send her back.
The two came down from the skyscrapers hand in hand.
Holding an umbrella, Yan Lin helped her into the carriage.
At this time, Jiang Xuening was standing under the umbrella, looking up at him, her thick eyelashes trembling faintly in the shadows, and said softly: "Yan Lin, don't drink in the future, okay? I'm scared."
do not drink alcohol?
Yan Lin doesn't know, so I want to say how many ambitious men don't drink alcohol? But when she lowered her eyes, she touched her fragile eyes hidden behind her softness, and for some reason, there seemed to be a pain somewhere in her heart, so she smiled accommodatingly and dotingly, and promised her: "Okay. "