That night, except for Yan Zi, who was severely exhausted, Zhong Qingye and Xi Zang hardly got much rest. The next day, just as the rooster crowed, Zhong Qingye turned over and sat up.【】
She slept in the same bed as Yanzi. Yanzi hadn't woken up yet, but her sleep was not stable. Her face was pale and pale, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, her hair was wet and stuck to her face, and her body twitched from time to time.
For a moment, his lips squirmed, as if he was trapped in a large nightmare.
Zhong Qingye frowned. Under such great psychological pressure, sleeping like this would not only not relieve fatigue, but would also make him more tired as he slept.
After thinking about it, she got out of bed, poured a glass of water, walked to the bed and shook the powder.
Although Yanzi slept unsteadily, due to the extreme exhaustion of her physical strength, she almost fell into a semi-conscious state of sleep. Zhong Qingye finally shook her awake, helped her sit up, and leaned on a small soft cushion.
I saw that Yanzi's face was so pale that he almost didn't look like a human being. His whole body was covered with cold sweat like rain. He was leaning on the soft cushion with a dull expression. His originally bright water-colored eyes were staring straight ahead, as if
It's like a puppet that has lost its vitality.
Zhong Qingye sighed helplessly, put the tea in her hand, held her hand and fed her some water. After grinding for a while, she gradually started to react. She slightly turned her head and glanced at Zhong Qingye, and suddenly
Suddenly, the eye circles were red.
Zhong Qingye hurriedly put the teacup aside, stretched out his hand to hold her shoulders, and comforted her in a low voice: "Don't cry, don't cry, we're at the inn, it's okay."
Yan Zi was stunned for a moment, his red and swollen eyes stared blankly at Zhong Qingye, his chapped lips squirmed slightly, his voice was thin and weak, and it sounded like a broken bell, which made people feel heartbroken. "Is...is it okay...?"
"Well, it's okay!" Zhong Qingye pressed her shoulders heavily and said firmly.
Yanzi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly jumped forward, squirming into Zhong Qingye's arms, her little face was completely covered in Zhong Qingye's arms, and she howled loudly.
Zhong Qingye was stunned for a moment, but shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand and patted her back lightly a few times.
"What's wrong?!" Xi Zang, who was disturbed by the cry, rushed in. He almost got out of bed in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to put on his shoes. As soon as he walked into the room, he was buried in Zhong Qingye's arms and burst into tears.
Yan Zi was stunned for a moment, then closed the door and quietly found a chair for himself to sit down on.
Zhong Qingye shrugged at him, expressing his displeasure, but received a contemptuous roll of his eyes from Xi Zhang, which made Zhong Qingye even more depressed.
Yanzi cried for half an hour, and her tears soaked all the clothes on Zhong Qingye's chest. She was different from Xi Zhan, let alone Zhong Qingye. She had been a slave in the Zhong Mansion since she was a child, and had few opportunities.
She came into contact with people and things outside, but she didn't expect that she would be hijacked by bandits this time. It's not difficult to imagine how frightened she was.
In addition, witnessing the whole process of Zhong Qingye's murder was also a huge psychological impact on her. Now it all exploded, and it was like a flood that had opened up and was out of control.
Fortunately, she can still cry. Being able to cry means that the wounds in her heart are already healing. Being able to cry is a good thing.
Both Xi Zang and Zhong Qingye have experienced major changes in their lives. Zhong Qingye didn't cry many years ago, so her personality was turned upside down and she gradually became what she is now. Xi Zang didn't cry dozens of days ago, but his whole
People have changed, and no one knows the future direction.
Zhong Qingye is not afraid of Yanzi crying, but he is afraid that she will not cry. If a person who is shocked does not vent it out, he will only suppress the wound in his heart, and over time it will become a knot that is difficult to untie, and will become deeper and deeper.
Just like her, just like Xi Zang.
Zhong Qingye patted her back slowly, letting Yanzi use his chest as a pillow. Although his expression did not fluctuate much, he could clearly show tolerance.
Xi Zang frowned slightly.
After finally waiting for Yanzi's mood to stabilize, Zhong Qingye expressed the doubts in his heart. "Yanzi, what's going on? Aren't you at Zhong's house? Why did you come to Tianshan Town? Again
How did you get involved with those bandits? Who burned down the Zhong family? What do you know?"
Yanzi's eyes were red and swollen, and her originally round eyes like dragon's eyes were almost squeezed into a thin line. She cried for too long and she couldn't calm down in such a short period of time. Fortunately, her speech was okay.
clear.
Under her sobs and vague narration, Zhong Qingye finally understood what was going on.
It turned out that what Feng Jin said that day really did not lie to her. When the fire broke out in the Zhong family, Yan Zi was not in the Zhong family's residence. In fact, when Zhong Qingye got married, he did not come from the Zhong family because he considered his situation unsafe.
He wanted to bring any dowry girl with him, so the housekeeper of the Zhong family sent Yanzi to serve a concubine newly married by the eldest young master Zhong Yu.
That concubine had a certain appearance and was quite charming in appearance. She had an arrogant and willful personality and was very well-dressed. She was the kind of stupid woman who was extremely chatty. Yanzi had to suffer a lot while serving her.
This was probably God's will. On the day of the fire in the Zhong family, the concubine happened to have the rouge made at a well-known rouge shop in Taoguan Town. However, the servant who usually went out to pick up the goods suddenly had a high fever, so the concubine sent Yan Zi
Together with a slave, I went to Taoguan Town, a hundred miles away from Jingyang City, to get rouge.
Everything went well when they went there. Yanzi took Yanzhi and the slave back in a sedan, but she didn't expect that the driver who drove the carriage was a novice and actually took him to the wrong road. He had no choice but to go back again and didn't return to Jingyang City until the next day.
, but at this moment, the Zhong family has been completely burned by the fire.
And Yanzi was "lucky" to avoid this fatal disaster due to several strange coincidences.
Zhong Qingye became angry when he heard this: "The Zhong family was burned down. You have no place to go. Why don't you come to Prince Rui's Mansion to find me?"
Yanzi shrank her neck in grievance, hugged her pitifully, and defended in a low voice: "I...I went..."
"Why don't I know at all?" Zhong Qingye glared at her.
"...Because..." Yanzi's voice became smaller and smaller, almost inaudible.
"Because no one in Prince Rui's palace knows her at all, it is impossible for those servants to bring her to you as the princess." Xi Zang's voice came in lightly, and suddenly sneered, and his tone was slightly mocking: "You can't even use your knees.