Volume 1: Swan Goose Chapter 124: A Wisp of Concern and Love (1)
In the dark night, although there were stars in the sky, they could only see vaguely. Fortunately, Ruan Lang's horse was an old horse that knew the way, and the two rode together and walked down the mountain in the dark.
Ruan Lang sat behind Hua Fangyi and held the reins. The night breeze was hunting, and the fragrance of Hua Fangyi was faint. Her soft hair slapped his face. His heart was pounding and his cheeks were slightly hot, but he forced himself to
Don't think wildly, just focus on exploring the road.
"Lord Ruan, there is no resurrection after death. If Madam Ruozun knew it, she would definitely not want to see you in such a decadent state." A gentle voice came into his ears, and Ruan Lang's defenses suddenly collapsed.
It was obviously the comfort he didn't want to hear the most, but when it came out of Hua Fangyi's mouth, it was so touching and pleasant. His heart, which had been barren for a long time, suddenly softened.
He smiled sadly: "As a dignified man, I can't protect my children. It's shameless to live on the last breath. If I live more comfortably, wouldn't I be more sorry for my deceased wife. Now, I feel better.
..."
Hua Fangyi comforted her softly: "I heard that your life was hanging by a thread at that time, but you were still unable to save yourself. I can't blame you. I believe your wife cannot bear to be harshly criticized. I hope you can put everything down and live a good life."
Ruan Lang squinted his eyes and said through gritted teeth: "Don't worry, girl, I haven't avenged my revenge, how dare I commit suicide so easily!"
Hua Fangyi's heart trembled, and she quickly turned her head to persuade: "Master Ruan, the Wang family and his son are not only extremely powerful, but also have the emperor's support behind them. You are definitely no match for them, so don't be impulsive!"
Ruan Lang frowned and said coldly: "It would be unworthy of a gentleman not to avenge this!"
Hua Fangyi sneered and said: "This is true, but there is another saying: 'It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years'!"
Ruan Lang looked up to the sky and sighed: "Ten years? Even though I am in an important position now, I am just relying on others, and I am on pins and needles every day! Now that the Wang family and his son are back in favor, let alone ten years, I am afraid it will not even take ten months.
No."
Although she couldn't understand it, Hua Fangyi still felt her heart was suffocating, her throat was tight, and she was speechless for a moment, but she actually felt sympathy for him.
The journey, which was not too short, seemed less cold and long after the heart-to-heart conversations. The dark night, which was still dark just now, became brightly lit and bustling with people as soon as we entered the city.
Seeing the four characters "Xiaoxiang Villa" on the plaque and Bei Xiaobei's smiling face, Ruan Lang tightened the reins and jumped off the horse.
"Here we are." He stretched out his hand to Hua Fangyi and smiled lightly.
Hua Fangyi saw the tenderness in his eyes, so she stretched out her hand and let him lift her off the horse.
Bei Xiaobei hurriedly ran over and called Qianer: "Madam boss, where have you been today? I'm so worried!"
Hua Fangyi laughed softly and said, "What are you worried about? Can someone as big as me be lost?"
Bei Xiaobei pointed upstairs and whispered: "Master Yan has been waiting for you upstairs!"
Hua Fangyi took off her wind robe and stuffed it back into Ruan Lang's arms, saying with a slight smile, "Although there was some misunderstanding today, I would like to thank Master Ruan for escorting me back."
Ruan Lang took the wind robe and said, "Thank you very much for your generosity, girl. If there is anything I can do to help you in the future, as long as the girl asks, Ruan Lang will be there for you!"
Hua Fangyi smiled brightly and turned around to leave.
After passing through the bustling hall, she walked up the stairs and headed straight back to Zihuazhai. Xue Yan who was guarding the door saw her and immediately pointed to the door.
She nodded and gently opened the ajar door.
There were candles flickering inside the house, and there was a faint fragrance. Yan Rong, who was drinking alone by the window facing the moon, looked so lonely.
"Hey, which beautiful lady has broken your heart and came to my place to drink to relieve your sorrow?" Hua Fangyi walked over and joked as usual.
Yan Rong stared at the moon drunkenly, raised his glass and took a sip: "Fangfang, let me tell you some good news! I, Yan Rong, the most prodigal son in the capital, got married!"
Hua Fangyi was startled, but before she could ask her questions, Yan Rong couldn't wait to speak:
A few months ago, Emperor Yu gave Bai Yujue to him as a maid. Unexpectedly, the two of them, who had been living in peace and harmony, had undergone subtle changes a few days ago.
He still remembered that the night was light and bright, with a bright satin-like moon hanging in the sky, and the twinkling Milky Way shining on the earth.
After Yan Rong left Ziwei City, he wandered alone on the street, wandering towards home. However, at this time, he felt depressed and confused: in the minds of others, he was a popular person in front of the emperor.
.But he felt confused and at a loss in his heart.
King Yi treated him like a brother and a father, and they had been together for decades. Now they had to separate and pretended to be estranged, which made him feel even more lonely. Things in the court were changing rapidly, and without King Yi's guidance, he always felt lonely.
I am afraid that if I make a wrong step, I will be in trouble.
Especially the woman given to him by the emperor is more like a spy sent by the emperor than a maid, monitoring his every move all day long. Even he, who has always been good at dealing with women, does not know how to deal with her.
The complicated thoughts made Yan Rong walk to the door of his house without realizing it. He stopped and stared at his door in a daze, sighed, and raised his hand but did not dare to knock on the door.
However, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Under the dim light, a woman in a goose-yellow pleated skirt was standing at the door holding a lantern, her clear eyes full of care.
"Sir, are you back? Come in quickly!" Yu'er's voice was delicate and soft, sounding like the sounds of nature. But Yan Rong's heart was not disturbed at all.
He originally wanted to ask Yu'er how she came back at this time, but he was afraid of hearing her say something that she had been waiting for him all night, which would make him unable to resist. He simply nodded and walked directly through the door.
He sat cross-legged on the couch without saying a word. Soon, Yu'er brought a pot of hot tea and two plates of snacks: "The official has been tired for a long day. Eat something and rest quickly."
Yan Rong picked up the tea cup without saying a word, took a sip of tea and ate two snacks. But Yu'er suddenly came up behind him, helped him loosen his bun, and gently combed his hair. Yan Rong's whole body froze, and he didn't
He didn't even turn around when he spoke.
Yu'er's gentle voice came to my ears: "Guan, Yu'er is clumsy. If there is any lack of service, Guan must tell me."
Yan Rong remained silent and nodded slowly.
Yu'er said softly: "Sir, you have been coming back so late these days, but you are busy with official duties?"
Yan Rong said "hmm" lightly, not wanting to discuss official matters with Yu'er.
Yu'er said casually: "That's good. I thought my service was not good enough, so the official went to Xiaoxiang Villa to date a beautiful woman."
Yan Rong was startled and sneered: "It seems you have been asking a lot about me!"
Yu'er smiled faintly and changed the subject: "By the way, a few days ago, I saw that the official's robe was old, so I made one for you. Do you want to try it on to see if it fits you?"
Yan Rong couldn't help but frown, feeling disgusted, because he was most afraid of Yu'er's attitude: neither noisy nor fussy, neither salty nor salty, always caring for him considerately and meticulously. She seemed to need nothing, but she always felt that she
Having evil intentions.
Yan Rong sighed and said calmly: "I'm tired today, I'll try again when I have time."
Yu'er rolled her eyes and asked again: "Do you want something to eat, sir? I'm still stewing lotus seed porridge on the fire."
Yan Rong waved his hand: "I'm not hungry."
Yu'er stared at him blankly: when the two of them talked, she always asked and he answered, and Yan Rong didn't even turn to look at her.
She bit her lip and asked in a low voice: "Guanren, did Yu'er do something wrong?"
Yan Rong finally turned his face and reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth: "You are virtuous, gentle and considerate, and you take care of everything in your home in order. How can you make mistakes? Even if you make mistakes, it is my Yan Rong's fault!
"
Yu'er lowered her eyes and smiled bitterly: "The official is the master, everything he does makes sense, how can it be wrong!"
Yan Rong stretched his waist and yawned: "Stop talking, I'm going to sleep!"
"Master, let Yu'er help you undress!" Yu'er quickly stood up and reached for his belt.
Yan Rong immediately pushed her hand away: "No need, I can do it myself!" After saying that, he walked back to the bedroom without looking back.
Late at night, the wind rustled the bamboo leaves continuously, every time
Every leaf seems to be expressing its thoughts.
Yan Rong lay on the bed with his hands on his pillow, staring straight at the roof with a pair of dark and bright eyes. After a secret battle just now, he had completely lost his sleep:
He hated this feeling of losing control. He had never been afraid of following his father on the battlefield before. But everything he faced now made him often restless - although he had talked as little as possible and even reduced the number of times he went home.
The number of times, Yu'er is not allowed to have records.
But every time he saw Yu'er's calm face, he always felt that she had mastered many secrets. The most annoying thing was that Yan Rong still didn't know what Yu'er was investigating and what she had learned about him.
How many secrets.
A burst of soft footsteps gradually approached. With a "squeak" sound, the door was gently pushed open, and a faint fragrance came faintly.
You knew without asking that it was Yu'er who came in.
Yan Rong, who was staring blankly just now, immediately closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. He felt Yu'er walking over lightly, looked at him carefully for a long time, tucked the quilt for him and sat next to him.
This isn't the first time she's done this!
Since Yu'er entered the family, Yan Rong has been unable to sleep every night. He didn't expect that the always romantic prodigal would one day not know how to reject a woman who offered himself to him. It's really ridiculous to think about it!
He himself couldn't tell what he was afraid of, but he just felt that once he got involved with this woman, he would fall into the emperor's trap!
Yan Rong felt uncomfortable pretending to be sleeping and couldn't help but turn over.
"Is the officer not asleep yet?" Yu'er's soft voice came from the darkness.
Yan Rong sighed secretly and asked indifferently: "It's so late, why don't you go to bed?"
In the darkness, although Yu'er's face could not be seen clearly, she could hear her faint smile: "How did the official know it was me and not the assassin?"
Yan Rong chuckled and said, "Assassins don't have fragrance. Besides, even a female assassin would have attacked me long ago!"
Yu'er leaned close to his ear and asked softly: "Then...does it smell better on me, or on those girls in the tavern?"
Yan Rong frowned and said coldly: "This question is so boring! I'm asleep, you should go back quickly."
Yu'er didn't retreat despite the difficulty, and still asked in a sweet voice: "Why is it that the romantic prodigal son only treats Yu'er coldly?".
Yan Rong laughed coldly: "The woman I know would not break into my room in the middle of the night!"
Yu'er smiled slightly and said softly: "Guanren is a veteran in love. He should understand what a woman wants to do when she walks into a man's room in the middle of the night..."
Yan Rong frowned, slowly tightened his fists, and held on to the quilt without saying a word.
After a while, the dark room suddenly lit up. Yan Rong sat up straight and stared at the woman in front of him: "What are you going to do?"