Life is so capricious. When Ye An woke up, his mind was completely blank. Only the slight tingling on his body made him vaguely recall the madness last night.
The beard on his face has long been torn off, and most of the camouflage wrinkles have been destroyed. The lotus root arm is still hanging around his neck.
Ye An gently raised his snow-white arms as if he were a thief, and Ye An was now covered in cold sweat.
The joy of last night was still hanging on the girl's slightly frowning cheeks. When she raised her arms, the woman couldn't help but murmur like a cat, "This is really a fatal thing."
After beating Ye An to death, he also thought that Dai Dekun actually arranged Fang Linyue, the White Lotus Saint, to him in this way. Perhaps in his eyes, everyone is a tool that can be used, and anyone can be sacrificed casually as long as the purpose is achieved.
Lose.
The process of escaping from the woman's entanglement was as careful as defusing a bomb. Ye An, who finally escaped, seemed to have experienced a battle. He looked back at the woman who was still sleeping, and Ye An breathed a sigh of relief.
He picked up the clothes on the ground and quickly put them on, and at the same time glued back the beard made of ponytail. Fortunately, the camouflage on his face was made of fine bean paste, and it only took a little tidying up.
Ye An, who was tiptoeing, planned to find his way out of the cave where he was. Looking at the door that could only be described as a wooden curtain, he smiled helplessly: "It wasn't a live broadcast last night, was it?!"
"Ye Hou is planning to leave now?!"
The sudden female voice was like a cold arrow, making Ye An dare not move at all. He turned his head mechanically, only to see the woman lying on the bed on her side staring at him like a knife.
Now that someone had found out, Ye An had no need to pretend. He simply put his clothes on his body and sat in front of Fang Linyue openly: "Did you find out? When did you find out?"
"If you are really Mr. Zhou, I'm afraid you won't even be able to get out of bed today. The incense you used last night was Bliss Incense, which was a good incense from the Wei and Jin Dynasties. It's just that this incense is more powerful when used on young people than on middle-aged people.
It’s bone scraping poison!”
Ye An nodded noncommittally, but he didn't care about his identity being revealed. Although Fang Linyue's cold and arrogant look revealed disdain, it was a pity that her hands tightly holding the corner of the quilt still betrayed the turmoil in her heart.
Ye An whispered: "You should also know that in order to achieve his own goals, Dai Dekun will sell you, the White Lotus Saint, at will, just like a tool for others to enjoy. Do you regret it?"
"I regret it, but I hate you even more!"
"Hate me?!" Ye An looked at Fang Linyue strangely. After seeing the pain in her expression, he became even more confused and said: "Where do you come from... I have never met you.
, where does such deep hatred come from?!”
Fang Linyue gently stroked the white gauze on her shoulders, looked at Ye An coldly, as if she had made up her mind, and said in a low but angry voice: "We have never met before? Haha, you, the Duke of Yunzhong,
I heard the name several years ago!"
"Oh? Then you should know how powerful I am!" Ye An looked slightly satisfied, after all, his reputation in Tokyo City is not generally good.
Unexpectedly, Fang Linyue sneered and said: "Awesome? Really awesome! For his own selfish purposes, he implemented the harmful new tea-cooking method and deceived the tea farmers in my southeast tea farm to agree. My father was even willing to go to Beijing to represent Nao Shizi, but
In the end, we did not wait for the new law, but what we waited for was the official document from the court that "everything will be the same as before." Many tea farmers in my southeast tea farm were troubled, and my father was beaten to death on the spot on the road at night!"
Following Fang Linyue's words, Ye An's expression suddenly changed. The failure to implement the new tea law was indeed his fault, but he did not expect that it would involve those tea farmers. But Fang Linyue's next words were even more punishing.
Heart.
"That's all if you have the ability! But if you don't have the ability, you still want to gain political achievements for yourself. You don't care about the life and death of ordinary people like me, and you still want people to go to Tokyo City. Have you ever thought about what will happen to these people after they return to their hometowns? As the saying goes
: Destroying people's wealth is like killing their parents! If you change your ways, why do you want to find ordinary people like me?! I just want a stable life! My father died tragically, and my mother's anger, blood, and heart also went with him.
I was not yet sixteen at the time, and I had no one to rely on but was sold to a brothel by my uncle to make amends. The old madam was about to sell me into a prostitute. Fortunately, I waited for the customers to get drunk and sneaked out. Otherwise, I would have been living on the flesh every day, or
He has already gone to look for my miserable father and mother! My father who died tragically even vomited blood before he died and was still chanting your name, so I asked you if you still remember Fang Xiaoxian from Yushan Tea House?!"
Fang Linyue's words hit Ye An's heart like a sledgehammer. He stared blankly at the iceberg beauty in front of him and said: "Your father is Fang Xiaoxian? The first-hand Fang Xiaoxian in the Southeast Teahouse?!"
Fang Linyue was also slightly stunned and couldn't help but said: "Do you know my father's name?"
Ye An took a deep breath and sat on the bedside: "Of course I have seen it before. Your father is a good expert at planting, picking and making tea. It is precisely because of this that he appeared on the list and was found by me in Tokyo. I
Your father and I share a fondness for tea, and I still remember your father's crazy tea-making techniques, but I never thought...it's all my fault!"
For a person he had never met, even if he knew that he was dead, he would not have too many complicated feelings. However, Ye An could not accept the death of Fang Xiaoxian, who had actively supported him in reforming the tea cooking method.
Although his new tea cake method failed, he still sent a letter to him, telling him that sooner or later he would reform the tea cake method one day, and hoped that he would come to Tokyo to help him when he fell.
Who would have thought that he would die tragically in his hometown, under the revenge of those big tea merchants, and a farewell in Tokyo would turn out to be an eternal farewell. If I had known better, I would have seen him stay in Tokyo!
Ye An calmly looked up at Fang Linyue and said: "Everything is my fault, but I can't die yet. As long as I don't die, Ye An will let you use whatever means you want! You can ask for any compensation you want!"
The sincere attitude overturned Ye An's perception in Fang Linyue's mind. She had always thought that Ye An was a ruthless and treacherous minister who only wanted to get promoted and get rich.
Unexpectedly, he would admit all his guilt so sincerely and even remember everything that happened when he met his father.
No wonder his father was chanting his name before he died. No wonder his father said that if the tea farmers in the Southeast Tea Farm want to get ahead, they can only rely on Ye An, the Marquis of Yunzhong County...
Fang Linyue sat there blankly. She didn't know if she was wrong. She originally blamed Ye An as the enemy who killed her father, but now this enemy frankly admitted his mistake to her.
She knew that the man in front of her was not the one who killed her father, so what if she killed him? Her father said that he was the hope of tea households. If she really killed him, how would she explain to her father who was under the Nine Springs?
Confusion, pain, frustration, and a variety of complex emotions tangled together made her rush towards Ye An, and bit down hard on the shoulder.
The blood dyed Fang Linyue's teeth red through the satin, but Ye An remained silent. This kind of pain could not eliminate the guilt in his heart. Fang Xiaoxian's death was his own fault, but how many Fang Xiaoxian were there in the Southeast Teahouse?
Dying because of himself? Ye An didn’t dare to think about it!