The next day.

Li Yang woke up Youyouyou and opened his eyes and happened to face the dazzling sunshine.

He couldn't help but reach out to block his hand, adapted for a while and then took it away.

I sat up and rubbed my somewhat groggy forehead.

Li Yang now feels like drinking a piece of cake, and his mind is filled with mud, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.

"Are you a sequelae after drinking..."

Li Yang got out of bed, put on his clothes, and moved his hands and feet for a while. He did not have any symptoms of weak hands and feet or weakness in his body, but he was a little confused.

Look around.

No one.

Obviously, Zhang Wan'er has left.

Li Yang walked to the table.

The banquet on the table was still intact, and many dishes had not even moved their chopsticks.

Li Yang picked up the teapot alone, and did not dislike the tea inside that was overnight. He looked at the spout and took a big sip.

The cold tea and bitter taste immediately made my mind clear.

Put down the teapot.

Pick up the wine jug.

Of course, Li Yang didn't want to drink.

Even if I want to drink, the wine pot is empty.

He opened the lid of the pot, leaned to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and couldn't help but frown.

"What kind of wine is this?"

Li Yang didn't smell it.

If it were some modern wines, he might be able to smell them. After all, those big games are not in vain, but he would have no experience with ancient wines.

"Can I drink me like this with a pot of wine?" Li Yang of course saw something wrong.

It’s a pity that it’s just hindsight.

Moreover, Zhang Wan'er is not here, even if he sees that there is something wrong with the wine, he will not have to give an answer.

Li Yang shook his head, put down the wine pot, walked out, trying to breathe in fresh air.

Just as I was about to push the door out, I saw a letter that was nailed to the door panel by a silver hairpin.

That silver hairpin was exactly the one that Zhang Wan'er gave him yesterday.

Li Yang pulled out the silver hairpin, put it in his arms, and looked at the letter.

The cover of the letter reads: Li Yang personally opened.

"Is this Zhang Wan'er's letter?" Li Yang couldn't think of who it would be except Zhang Wan'er.

Tear open the envelope and remove the letter paper.

There are naturally words on the letter paper:

“When you saw this letter, I was gone.

Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. I really have no face to say goodbye to you, so I can only write what I want to say when I leave. You must finish reading it, because these are all my words in my heart.

I have always had a dream, which is to find a good man to marry me.

Hehe, you don’t laugh at me when you see this.”

Li Yang smiled.

It's not ridicule, but a smile knowingly for the girl's innocent romance.

In fact, it is normal for a girl to find a good husband. But why didn’t the boy dream of asking for a goddess in her dream to be a wife?

Even Li Yang sometimes couldn't stop thinking, what kind of wife would he choose if he got married?

Good-looking, virtuous, and bold... For men, this is a very beautiful fantasy.

So are girls.

Li Yang continued to read.

"I was born in a scholarly family, and I am very glad that this gave me the opportunity to understand civilized principles, rather than being sent by a woman who is a poor family, just like those women in poor families, who are just virtues if she has no talent.

But in the same way, this is also my misfortune, because the tutoring is too strict.

My parents never allow me to go out, and you don’t believe me if I say it. I only went out once since I was a child, when my grandmother was in the funeral.

I especially like my parents' birthdays, because every time they celebrate their birthdays, there will be many people at home, as well as opera singers and storytellers. Every time I can hear many stories happening in the outside world from them. Although I don't know whether it is true or false, I am very happy to hear things outside anyway.

I want to walk out of the boudoir, I want to go out to see the outside world!

Unfortunately, this is impossible.

My parents told me that girls should not show up in public, and that they would be the lady of a noble family if they did not go out of the door.

But later my mother told me that as long as I get married, I can walk out of the boudoir with a legitimate reputation. Since then, I have been looking forward to having a good husband to pick me out of the boudoir.

I waited and waited, and finally waited until now when I was married.

The matchmaker often comes to my house and introduces how young and promising the young masters of each family are and how well they match me. My parents will compare the young masters of each family to me every day, hoping that I can pick one of my favorites...

Everything was beautiful, and my dream of walking out of the boudoir seemed to be coming true.

To be honest, I often woke up in my dreams with laughter.

But suddenly that day, my father told me to let me enter the palace!

I feel my dream is completely broken.

Although I have never been to the palace, I have read books. I know Liu Yuxi's spring poems, Zhang Hu's He Manzi, Du Mu's Qiuxi...

I don’t want to just walk to the atrium every day to count the flowers, and I don’t want to spend my youth for twenty years in the deep palace.

What's more, I am going to be a show girl and serving others. When I think of myself serving tea and water to a concubine for the rest of my life, just to wait for a day to be taken by the old man who might have passed by, who is older than my father, and favored me... I felt scared from the bottom of my heart.

I don't want to live that kind of life.

So, I ran away.

I don’t blame my father or mother, because this is the path I chose myself.

Don’t you think I’m running away now, but haven’t you also walked out of the boudoir?

It's also considered fulfilling the dream.

I just don’t know if I will have a good husband in the future? I guess no man will marry a runaway girl as his wife.

I don’t know when I will be caught by the Jinyiwei?

Let me tell you the truth, I have no idea about this escape from my heart.

So I will try my best to realize all my wishes before I get caught back.

I want to go and see the outside world, and I also want a good husband, even if it's just for one night.

Don't laugh at me, everyone in the world can laugh at me, but you can't, because

The one I chose is you.

Hehe, be surprised!

I think so, but I don’t know what you think, and I don’t know if you want me. Who made me a fugitive now? You will definitely not want me, and who would be willing to have sex with the fugitive?

So, I put some medicine in the wine.

Don't worry, it won't hurt your body, it's just a little...aphrodisiac."

Seeing this, Li Yang's memory last night seemed to be touched and recalled it a little bit.

The memory is a little hazy.

But last night, he did feel someone getting into his bed, and he seemed to have done something with the fire on his body...

Is it true?

Li Yang ran to the head of the bed and lifted up the quilt.

On the bed, a small pool of dried blood was very dazzling.

"well!"

Li Yang sighed deeply.

He is not interested in pursuing the rape or rape. Men always have a strong ability to accept this.

He was just regretting that a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, a pure and romantic girl, was forced to this point by this world.

Li Yang shook his head and looked at the last few lines of the letter:
To be continued...