Zhou Yinzhi left.
Yan Lin sat in the study for a long time.
Qing Feng asked outside: "My lord, over there at the Heavenly Tower..."
Yan Lin slowly covered his face with his palms, and asked him, "Is father back?"
Qingfeng was startled, and replied: "Master Hou should be in Chengqing Hall."
Yan Lin got up, went straight out of his study room, and strode towards Chengqing Hall along the corridor full of rockery.
It was raining heavily outside.
Even when walking down the corridor, the cold wind blows the cold rain on people.
Qing Feng was really taken aback, he realized that the people had walked several feet away, and hurriedly grabbed an umbrella and chased after him: "My lord, umbrella!"
The Chengqing Hall in the Yongyi Hou's Mansion is the place where Yongyi Hou Yanmu, Yan Lin's father, often lives.
As soon as Yan Lincai approached, the old butler outside showed a smile all over his face: "Your Majesty is here, the next person has just brought two jars of good wine, and Lord Hou has already opened it. Whoever comes to drink for a while, you come just in time."
Yan Lin didn't respond, and his footsteps didn't stop.
The old butler was a little dazed for a moment, turned his head to look at the back of Yan Lin, and couldn't help asking Qing Feng who followed him: "What's the matter with the son today?"
Yongyi Hou Yanmu, now in his forties, has some gray hair on his head, but it is not obvious yet.
After all, he was born in the army, led the army, and fought in the war. Even at this age, he still looks very strong. There was a stiff beard on his chin, and there was a bit of heroic spirit between the eyebrows and eyes of a warrior, and a scar on his forehead could be vaguely seen.
This is left over from the war.
At this moment, as the old housekeeper said, he just opened a jar of wine.
There are some side dishes to go with the wine on the table.
The freshly opened wine was poured into the wine cup.
The aroma of wine and dishes diffused in the humid air.
Seeing Yan Lin coming in, he laughed, his chest vibrated with full energy, and he said: "Didn't you say that you are going out today, why did you come here? It's just right, let's have a taste of this wine."
Yongyi Hou pointed to the wine cup on the table.
Yan Lin stood still in front of the table, and fixedly stared at his father, pursing his lips tightly as if he was suppressing something, then raised his hand to pick up the wine, and drank it down in one gulp .
The boy who has reached the crown has rolled his Adam's apple.
A cup of strong wine was poured down the throat, burning from the lips and teeth all the way to the heart and lungs!
With a "snap", the wine cup was put down heavily.
Marquis Yongyi knows his son very well, he can be said to talk about everything on weekdays, he even knows how much this kid likes the girl in Jiang Shilang's mansion, but he has never seen him like this .
So, he realized he had something to do.
Hou Yihou looked him up and down, and laughed: "Why, did you have a conflict with that little girl Xue Ning?"
Yan Lin didn't smile, and didn't look away from his father. He just asked, "Father, do you know that the Holy One is sending Jin Yiwei to investigate the case of King Nan's rebellion against the party?"
"..."
Hou Yihou's movement of going to serve the wine suddenly stopped.
He raised his head, and met Yan Lin's sharp eyes, the sharpness of a young man came out from those eyes, and there was nowhere to hide. However, thinking carefully about the meaning of his words, Hou Yi suddenly understood something at this moment.
No panic.
No surprises either.
He suddenly laughed, and then laughed, as if recalling some absurd and absurd past, he couldn't help shaking his head, and there was a kind of deep-seated hatred and madness when he spoke—
"It's time to come, it will come! Twenty years have passed, I can't forget it, and they who have done bad things can't forget it either! Hahahaha..."
Why did Marquis Yongyi have correspondence with the remnants of King Pingnan's party?
Twenty years ago, when King Pingnan joined forces with the Tianjiao rebel party to attack the capital and kill the palace, Hou Yongyi was still a loyal minister like Cheng Guogong, and made great contributions to quelling the chaos.
In the last life, after all, there are still some mysteries that have not been solved.
The appointed time has passed for a long time, and Yan Lin still did not show up.
Jiang Xuening's heart sank slowly.
Originally, if she hadn't been selected as a companion to the palace, she should have told Yan Lin a few days ago, but this group of people got involved and messed up all her plans. No chance to speak clearly.
And now, Yan Lin should already know, right?
Standing in front of the window of the private room on the second floor, she stared at the rain outside.
It's been a long time.
It's a big drop.
The sky has gradually darkened. Lamps have been lit everywhere in the capital. The warm yellow light illuminates the windows of each house and the buildings near and far, but it is blurred by the splashing rain and hazy rain and fog. contour.
The wind is gradually biting.
Tang'er Lian'er, who was following her, was a little worried when she saw the wind, so she went forward to close the window first, and couldn't help complaining: "My son didn't come so late, maybe there is something wrong Can't you delay? Miss, why don't we go back first?"
Jiang Xuening just said: "Don't close it."
The voice was soft, but the eyes did not turn away, still falling on the shiny rain lines outside the window.
Lian'er and Tang'er looked at each other immediately.
I always feel that today is a bit unusual.
The girl who never took the initiative to ask the young master out asked the young master out, and the young master who was never late hadn't come yet.
But they didn't dare to ask more questions.
Jiang Xuening said not to close the window, but they had no choice but to withdraw their outstretched hands, and wanted to persuade her not to stand by the window: "Why don't you go and sit inside, the servants will help you watch, and when the young master comes, we will Let me tell you, the wind is so strong by the window, your body is not in good shape, if you accidentally blow it and get cold, the slaves will not be able to bear it."
Jiang Xuening acted as if she didn't hear it, and didn't move a muscle.
Lian'er and Tang'er didn't dare to persuade her anymore.
The private room suddenly became quiet again, only the noisy sound of rain around could be heard, occasionally mixed with the sound of drinking wine from nearby restaurants and inns.
The sound of horseshoes and the rumbling of wheels pierced through the rain.
Lian'er and Tang'er were shocked.
But looking down from the window, the carriage was not the carriage of the Yongyihou's Mansion, nor was it parked under the Staircase Tower, but was parked at Xichenxuan across the street. A servant got out of the car first, but respectfully held up an umbrella and greeted the people in the car.
The facial features are considered correct, but the eyes are too deep.
There is always a smile on the corner of his lips, but he is not sincere when looking at people, and even has a kind of natural cruelty.
Standing by the window, Jiang Xuening recognized her almost immediately—
It was Chen Ying!
A well-known cruel official in this dynasty, and now the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, is also the person who almost killed Zhang Zhe in the last life...
Why is he here?
Jiang Xuening was startled for a moment.
After Chen Ying got off the car, he was immediately welcomed into the Xichen Pavilion. After a short while, there was a burst of lively greetings in the closed windows on the second floor. Even through the rain curtain, everyone could hear the warm greetings. With "Master Chen".
At this time, the waiter came in and changed Jiang Xuening to hot tea.
She then asked: "It's so late, and it's raining like this. There are no guests in your upper floors, but the Xichen Pavilion opposite is quite lively."
The waiter followed her gaze and forgot to take a look out of the window before laughing: "Oh, on the other side. I heard that Mr. Chen from the Ministry of Criminal Justice was treating guests, and the people who went were all the officials and masters from the Ministry of Criminal Justice. It's not normal for us. Let's go, Master Xie was attacked on our hind legs, Mr. Chen felt that it was unlucky, so he changed to eat at Xichen Pavilion from now on."
Is that so?
Jiang Xuening's eyes still fell on the swaying window sash of the figure opposite.
A figure could be seen approaching.
Then the window outside was pushed open, and the smell of alcohol and laughter came out from the whole room. From Jiang Xuening, it was easy to see that the people in that room had flattering faces.
She frowned immediately, knowing that she could see others, and others could see her, so she turned around and asked Lian Er Tang Er to close the window.
But just as he turned around, the moment he wanted to speak—
Just now, the scene behind the window of Xichenxuan on the opposite side, like a scroll, suddenly returned to her mind and settled in a quiet corner.
Her heart trembled slightly, and even her body seemed to be stiff for a moment, so she didn't know what kind of strange hope, she turned around again, and looked into the opposite window again!
There was a banquet in Xichenxuan, with jade plates and treasures on the table, and all the court officials sat beside the table.
As soon as Chen Ying came, he was invited to the top by everyone.
After all, he was a high official among the group of people, and he was an official of the Ministry of Punishment. Everyone raised their wine cups to persuade him to drink while talking and laughing. Standing up and sitting down for a while, it seemed extremely lively.
So that quiet corner seemed out of place.
Covered by the carved window sash, Jiang Xuening could only see his slightly blocked silhouette. A navy blue muslin round-neck gown often worn by low-level officials, with slightly wider sleeves, and a pair of slender palms with protruding finger joints, gently pressing on the separated knees.
Sit on a round stool with your back straight.
Zhang Zhe looked out at the continuous rain.
The hustle and bustle of social gatherings in the room behind him seemed to have nothing to do with his calmness, and had nothing to do with him.
Even if he only glanced at such a silhouette that was not complete and clear, Jiang Xuening could be sure—
It's him.
There will be no one else.
Such a posture of watching the rain quietly, after so long, so long, is still deeply engraved in her memory, and a trace cannot be erased.
Master Zhang, I still like watching the rain so much...
At this moment, Jiang Xuening's eyes were full of hot tears.
Everything from the previous life was revealed in an instant.
Under the heavy rain, it was he who stood under the steps and reached out to tear off the corner of the official robe that she deliberately stepped on, and when he raised his head to look at her, his eyelashes were covered with raindrops;
In the Qianqing Palace in the afternoon, it was the stiff arc of his palms slowly clenched when he stood with his head bowed and lowered his gaze in front of her, not daring to lift up;
On the muddy post road, it was his Adam's apple that rolled slightly when he held his injured shoulder and stretched out his hand to her who was sprained, and the **** water on the ground;
…
What could she do wrong to provoke such a good person by herself?
Most likely, there is a devil hiding in her heart, who wants to blacken the white, muddy the clear, drag down those who stand high in the church, and struggle in the pain of the fireworks in the world...
In this way, Fang Jue is satisfied.
In the last life, she owed Yan Lin, and Yan Lin retaliated ten times and a hundred times; but she owed Zhang Zhe, even if she gave up her life, she would not be able to repay it.
She is the demonic obstacle that Zhang Zheqing never crossed in his life.
And Zhang Zhe is the last corner of her dust-covered heart, the untainted pure land.
For a few moments, she thought: If it wasn't the queen, she would marry this person desperately. From then on, I raised my sleeves to wipe off every bit of dirty dust on his clothes, bent over to pick up every stumbling rubble for him, and became a good person, so I could enjoy his kindness to myself with peace of mind.
But she is the queen after all.
A heart veiled by the world has harmed himself and him as well.
Jiang Xuening looked at the opposite side, her vision slowly blurred, but she didn't know whether it was because of the pouring rain or the tears that were welling up...
Someone hurried up from the downstairs of Xichenxuan.
Zhang Zhe, who had been sitting under the window for a long time, finally moved.
The man said something to him, and he nodded, got up and said goodbye to the others, without looking at their faces, he walked out through the open door.
All the way down the stairs.
The waiter at Xichenxuan handed him an umbrella in front of the door, and he took it, opened the deep blue oil-paper umbrella, and opened it.
When the edge of the umbrella was raised, the deep contoured face was also exposed under the umbrella, from the cold jaw, to the thin lips tightly pressed, to the straight bridge of the nose, and the calm and narrow eyes, slightly frowning eyebrows...
As if sensing something, he raised his gaze.
So it just hit right.
Across the long street and the curtain of rain, she was at the window upstairs, and he was at the steps downstairs.
In Jiang Xuening's eyes, a tear rolled down without warning.
A drop of cold rain on the tip of the umbrella lightly landed on the back of Zhang Zhe's hand.
He felt as if he had been burned.
That beautiful young girl washed away all her prettiness, without that faint paranoia, so clean and soft, standing behind his favorite heavy rain, looking at him with a pair of eyes that were also raining.
At this moment, the fingers holding the umbrella clenched tightly.
But after all, he didn't walk over, nor did he show any strangeness, but after staring for a long time, he lowered his eyes, walked down the steps, and let the open umbrella cover all his secrets, in her sight The distance is getting farther and farther.
Jiang Xuening then thought: That's great, nothing has happened yet.