For a moment, Marshal Huo, who had his head held high, lowered his head. His eyes followed the brim of his hat and looked at the people chatting happily in the hall downstairs, and fell into silence.
He thought again of the pages and pages of newspapers in his drawer. It was as if Chen Jinjun could vividly remember the pages of newspapers he had torn out and placed in the drawer, and he couldn't help but smile to himself.
Fortunately, he has always thought of himself as a gentleman, but he would also do such self-deception.
Huo Tingyu let out a long sigh and stood up.
Xu Fanming didn't know when he came back upstairs again. Standing behind him: "What is the commander-in-chief thinking about?"
The tall figure was stunned for a long time, and then he said: "It's just a villain's thoughts, and they can't be put on the stage."
Huo Tingyu's words are both ironic and sad.
Xu Fanming squinted his eyes. How could he not be a villain?
He walked up to Huo Tingyu and said, "It's just human nature. The commander-in-chief doesn't need to embarrass himself."
Huo Tingyu ignored his comfort. He was unwilling to admit it, let alone accept that he had feelings for Chen Jinjun who was his younger brother and sister.
Marshal Huo, who had always been upright and honest, fell into deep doubts.
Xu Fanming pursed his lips and looked at Huo Tingyu's figure, suddenly feeling unbearable.
He glanced at Chen Jinjun who was talking to Zheng Wen.
What qualifications do I have to speak against Huo Tingyu?
Xu Fanming laughed at himself and shook his head helplessly, leaving the space on the second floor to Huo Tingyu.
Throughout the entire banquet, Huo Tingyu consciously avoided Chen Jinjun.
He hid in the corner, watching Chen Jinjun, drinking glass after glass of wine.
This is probably the first time Huo Tingyu hates himself for being too drunk.
As he filled the glass with wine, he silently questioned himself in his heart.
When did it start?
Is it the distant glance upstairs? Or the look in her eyes after jumping into the sedan chair? Or is it her rosy lips under the dim street light?
The scene in the memory was far more moving than the wine in the glass. Huo Tingyu's eyes were blurred, but he still followed the movement of the beautiful shadow.
At some unknown time, the midnight bell rang, and Chen Jinjun was looking for Huo Tingyu in the hall.
But she searched the entire banquet and couldn't find Huo Tingyu.
Chen Jinjun frowned, where is Huo Tingyu?
"Looking for Marshal Huo?" Xu Fanming saw her looking around and knew what she was looking for.
"Have you seen him?" Chen Jinjun thought Xu Fanming knew where Huo Tingyu was and asked him quickly.
But Xu Fanming just shook his head.
"I'm afraid you're too drunk to go back now," Xu Fanming glanced at the corner where Huo Tingyu was sitting drinking, and his eyes darkened, "I'll call someone to take you back."
Chen Jinjun only felt that Xu Fanming and Huo Tingyu were acting weirder than the other today, but she couldn't say anything more, so she just accepted the coachman arranged by Xu Fanming to take her back.
After the banquet here, Zheng Wen followed Chen Jinjun's request and prepared a large amount of oolong tea from his warehouse, and then immediately rushed to Fule Tea House at night.
There were not many pedestrians on the street late at night. Only the watchman had just rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked on the road accompanied by the barking of dogs.
But there was a faint light coming from the windows of Fule Teahouse.
Zheng Wen had a bad premonition for no reason, and hurriedly ran up the stairs. As soon as he put his hand on the door of the tea house, he heard the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground.
He was startled and kicked the door open.
The door was not bolted, but Zheng Wen couldn't care less.
The dim yellow oil lamp illuminated the entire teahouse living room, and Zheng Wen saw a person hanging from the beam.
He was in a panic for a while.
The man also saw Zheng Wen and kept waving his hands and feet to tell Zheng Wen not to come over.
This is a matter of life and death, and Zheng Wen cannot possibly listen to him.
Zheng Wen used a chair to set up a table and untied him three times five times two.
"Boss Yang?" Zheng Wen saw Yang Qing's purple face clearly and shouted in surprise.
Yang Qing coughed, nodded, and asked Zheng Wen in a hoarse voice: "Why are you here?"
"My boss asked me to take out the special oolong tea in your hand and destroy it."
Then Zheng Wen hurriedly brought water to Yang Qing to cheer him up: "What are you doing? Why do you want to hang yourself if you are fine?"
Yang Qing's smile was self-deprecating, and his eyes were filled with endless darkness: "How can I deserve to live?"
"What are you talking about?" Zheng Wen was so angry that he couldn't help but slap him.
Yang Qing's face was ashen and he murmured to himself: "People like me will fall into the eighteenth level of hell after death."
Zheng Wen didn't know what to say to him, but he heard footsteps getting closer and closer outside.
Yang Qing was like a frightened bird, struggling to get up, extinguishing the oil lamp with his hand, and then quickly pulled Zheng Wen and hid behind the table and potted plants in the corner.
As soon as the two people took cover, a small group of people rushed in.
It has to be said that as the shopkeeper of Fule Teahouse, the location chosen by Yang Qing is a good place. The two of them squatting here can see the door, but in the eyes of these people, it is dark under the lamp.
Yang Qing and Zheng Wen both held their breath silently.
The visitor looked around and saw no corner where the two people were hiding.
"Run away?" The leader cursed and led the others out again.
Yang Qing was about to get up when Zheng Wen held him down.
"Don't go out, they haven't gone far yet." Zheng Wen whispered very cautiously.
Yang Qing had no choice but to give up.
Zheng Wen asked him: "Who are they? What are they here for?"
There was deep sadness in Yang Qing's eyes: "Cai Ying's people, they came to Fule Teahouse... because of me."
"For you?" Zheng Wen was confused.
"For my life." Yang Qing said calmly.
He had already looked away from life and death, and there was no surprise about this. If Zheng Wen hadn't come, today Yang Qing would have hanged himself or died at the hands of the same group of people just now.
"It's just a prescription. In the final analysis, this matter is not your fault. What can't you think about?"
Zheng Wen pressed Yang Qing step by step.
Yang Qing covered his face, his shoulders kept shaking, and he shouted in a suppressed voice: "It's my fault, it's all because of me!"
Zheng Wen punched him directly on the shoulder: "Calm down and go back with me today. It's not safe here."
With that said, Zheng Wen got out from behind the potted plant, went to the door, looked around and saw no one was around, and pulled Yang Qing up from the ground.
Yang Qing's emotions were already on the verge of collapse. Zheng Wen could only comfort him while leading Yang Qing through the alleys, all the way to the Chen family's inn.
Zheng Wen settled Yang Qing, then got up and went to the kitchen to get a pot of hot water.
"Why did you come back so late?" Yu Ce leaned against the door frame at some point and looked at Zheng Wen.
"There was an accident." Zheng Wen raised his chin and motioned for Yu Ce to follow him.
Yu Ce took some cold water and washed his face, which was a little hot from drinking, and followed him.
Yang Qing sat on the chair, as if he had lost all strength, and there was no sign of life.
Yu Ce used the light of the oil lamp to see the red mark on Yang Qing's neck, and his eyes darkened.
"Shopkeeper Yang, drink some water. Everything will be fine. Don't be too sad." Zheng Wen looked at Yang Qing with a complicated expression. He really didn't know how to comfort shopkeeper Yang.
Yang Qing's lips were bloodless, and she took the cup and took a sip of water.