The slight uneasiness that occasionally arose in Yan Wei'er disappeared without a trace the next day when Feng Chuyang was drunk.
In the early morning of the next day, Yan Wei'er and Jasmine returned from a walk on the bank of the Moon River as usual. They lived a very regular and frugal life.
Breakfast is still small porridge, steamed buns, and a plate of pickled vegetables.
Feng Chuyang had not come for several days, but he came again this morning. He called for someone to call, and after getting the answer, he entered the main room with his hands behind his back.
He also wore a moon white shirt, a very simple men's clothing. He rarely wore this color, but this color made him look much younger and cleaner even though he was less noble.
He had his hair tied up in a simple bun. There was no golden crown to set off his dark black hair, which made him look even smoother and more graceful. Even Jasmine's eyes almost lit up, and she sighed in her heart. If it weren't for this guy's evil intentions, he would actually be a handsome and handsome man.
figure.
It's really a pity for such a good person.
At this time, Feng Chuyang's eyes did not contain hostility or hypocrisy, nor did they have bloodshot eyes that were cloudy after drinking. Instead, they had a pair of clean and clear eyes, as fresh and pleasant as the air in the morning.
He politely asked if we could have a meal together, and after receiving permission, he took his seat.
He still shared old stories with Yan Wei'er, and he was gentle and elegant, even showing some elegance and handsomeness. It is hard to imagine that such a person once controlled the Yin industry in Kyoto and did many unscrupulous things.
In the harmonious morning, everyone was eating at the same table. They didn't realize that the woman at the table was captured by him. Suddenly it gave people the illusion that this was the most ordinary family, and he was an honest and simple husband.
She is a gentle and gentle wife.
Peace and prosperity, living and working in peace and contentment.
"If I retire and return to Kyoto, will you come back with me and get married to me?" When he asked, he just talked about getting married in a very ordinary way, unlike in the past when he mentioned the astonishing title of "Prince's Concubine" in such a domineering manner.
He is a bit dull, just like ordinary people, a dull man expresses his feelings to the woman he likes.
Yan Wei'er just took a sip of porridge and didn't answer immediately. She raised her black and white eyes and looked at him, as if she wanted to find a hint of joking in his eyes.
But this was no joke. It was obvious that he was serious. He also looked at her eyes, which were clear in black and white. Black was such a deep black, and white was such a pure white.
After not hearing her answer for a long time, he smiled to himself: "I just said what if."
If possible, Feng Chuyang hoped that he had never seen such a picture, and that if he could turn back time, he would no longer believe in the legend of "if you get this girl, you will get the world".
If possible, he would still be willing to be a man who only loves the country. Women are just embellishments, just like he knew many years ago.
However, there is no if.
He slid deeper and deeper, as if he was heading towards a bottomless abyss. The most terrifying thing was that he knew clearly that it was an abyss, but he still walked forward without hesitation.
After breakfast, Yan Wei'er stood up and said with a brisk tone and a bright smile: "Okay, the sun has risen. It seems that it won't rain today."
Feng Chuyang also stood up: "Yes, another day is about to begin." He strode out of the courtyard, still in front of the discharge door, turning his face and smiling at her: "How could you be Yan Wuchen's sister?"
Yan Wei'er stood next to the red lacquered pillar, her clothes were as white as snow, her robes were flying, with a distant look on her face, half-smile but not a smile: "Who knows? Maybe I was born in the wrong place."
Maybe he was born in the wrong place. Feng Chuyang thought, turned around and went out. If he was not born in an emperor's family, but was just an ordinary commoner, wouldn't he be much more comfortable and leisurely than now? There is no need for intrigues, and there is no need to live without rest from the moment he is born.
Stop fighting. If you are not strong enough, you will be fished out.
This is something he has understood since he was a child, so he must become stronger.
He turned around and went out, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and breathed a long sigh of relief. In an instant, his eyes became sharp, he clenched his fists, and punched the tree outside the courtyard with a "bang", causing the leaves to fall.
News came that the army outside the Great Wall had captured important places such as Qinchi, Yuehui, and Moya. The imperial court urgently summoned Feng Chuyang back to Kyoto. The rebels from various places saw that Feng Chuyang's army had been defeated by Ji Lian's troops. They all disappeared, but now they are raising their heads.
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Due to internal and external troubles, Feng Chuyang originally planned to attack Shaanxi again, but was suddenly told that the food and grass caught fire and turned into ashes.
At the same time, Ji Lian's soldiers and horses counterattacked, defeated each one, and regained the lost ground. A massive battle had reached its final stage.
Since Feng Chuyang led the army, he has never been defeated so badly. But if this continues, a defeat is inevitable. A decisive retreat will of course require great courage. And retreating at this time, if Ji Lian takes advantage of the victory to pursue, will inevitably suffer heavy losses.
Feng Chuyang made a decision. On the one hand, he sent some troops back to Shaanxi to build momentum and pretend to attack the city, leaving Ji Lian to defend. On the other hand, the army retreated in batches and was almost done.
, the military forces that built up momentum were withdrawn in order to minimize losses.
At night, the wind and the sun come gently.
He still wore the cool moon-white shirt that day, and the hair crown had been removed, looking clean and calm. He came to Yan Wei'er's tent and asked someone to pass the news before entering.
When he entered the tent, Jasmine and Anu were waiting outside the tent. Yan Wei'er was the only one inside, as if they knew he was coming.
He was in great spirits that night and invited Yan Wei'er to go out to admire the moon. Unexpectedly, Yan Wei'er agreed.
The wind this night is extremely cool, but it doesn't feel too cold. The sky is like water, the stars are twinkling, and the moon is like a curved hook.
Feng Chuyang's eyebrows became more and more elegant, and his expression was completely different from the one when he first met Yan Wei'er. The demeanor in his movements was pure and neat.
"Weier," he whispered.
This time, Yan Wei'er did not correct him again, but only responded with a shallow response, so small that it was lost in the chirping of cicadas in late summer and early autumn.
"You come back to Kyoto with me, and we can get married, okay?" His voice was as gentle as a gurgling mountain stream.
Yan Wei'er did not answer directly. She looked up at the dark blue sky. After a while, she sighed leisurely: "In this world, every fate is destined. Just like my unborn child, I heard that after death
, there will be one more star in the sky, which star should it be at this moment?"
"You mean, you no longer hate Jilian Bino? Is that what you mean?" He asked cautiously, but with an inquiring look and tone. His heart suddenly ached.
Yan Wei'er was like a pearl that had been washed away from the dirt and glowed with splendor, her mind was clear. What she didn't hate might be the man in front of her who caused her to lose her child.
Tonight may be the last time they talk. From now on, he will still be the aloof third prince, and she will still be Mrs. Ji Lian. The mountains are high and the rivers are far away, and there will be no intersection.
She looked particularly gentle tonight because of her open-mindedness: "Anyway, remember, if one day you get what you want, please treat it well."
She was talking about the country and hoped that it would benefit the people.
What he was thinking about was a woman, and among thousands of people, he finally found her. This made him realize that there was something more important than the country, and that was the love that was sleeping deep in his heart.
If he can get her, he will treat her well throughout his life and will never break his promise.
"Wei'er." Feng Chuyang stood in the wind, with his hands behind his back, standing as tall and strong as a pine tree: "It feels so good to eat at the same table with you."
Yan Wei'er had a smile on her lips, her hair fluttering in the wind: "If you let go of your obsession and look at more beautiful things, you will have a better feeling. The country is not the only one."
She turned out to be like an old monk, preaching profound Zen principles and preparing to save him.
"Jiangshan is indeed not the only one. I only have one wish now, I hope I can eat at the same table with you until I die of old age."
There could never be a more sincere expression than this. Feng Chuyang looked at her passionately, and her hair was blown to his chest by the wind, sending out waves of fragrance.
"It's night, time to rest." She turned around and left, saying goodbye to him in a peerless manner, speaking the most plain words.
The moment she turned around, she smiled slightly at him, not too warm, but gentle. This was her last smile, she thought.
Her figure gradually disappeared in the deep and dark night. She did not look back and saw tears streaming down his face.
Jasmine and Anu were waiting impatiently, and when they saw Yan Wei'er coming back, they couldn't help but come forward to greet her.
"I'm really afraid that you will be in danger." Jasmine held Yan Wei'er's hand affectionately: "It will be fine if you come back."
"What danger can I get into?" Yan Wei'er entered the camp, poured a glass of water, took a sip, and said, "Moli, we can go home tomorrow. Are you happy?"
"I'm happy, of course I'm happy." Jasmine said sadly: "But the happier I am, the more uneasy I am. Madam, tell me, will it not go well?"
Yan Wei'er thought about it carefully, and found that every link and every step was fine, just like usual: "Are we too nervous?" When Jasmine said it, she also felt faintly uneasy.
The two of them fell asleep, tossing and turning, but couldn't fall asleep. They both kept their eyes wide open, looking forward to the day getting up soon.
As soon as the sun comes up, everything is different.
Yan Wei'er turned over and sat up in the dark night. Jasmine's bed was not far away, and she woke up all night. When she heard the noise, she whispered: "Madam, can't you sleep too?"
"Jasmine, please light the candle for me and find a few copper coins." Yan Wei'er put on a piece of clothing and said, "Is Feng Chuyang acting weird lately? He keeps bringing up the topic of marriage."
"It's not surprising that he brought up the matter of getting married. It can be seen that he sincerely admires Madam, but his behavior has been a bit different recently." Jasmine turned on the lamp, and even Anu was awakened. He stood up and shook his head.
Then he walked towards them.
"I took it lightly. How could he suddenly bring Yan Wuyue and Yan Wuyou over, meet me face to face, and then send these two people away without a trace? He was drunk that night..."
Yan Wei'er took the copper plate handed over by Jasmine and started divination in a familiar way.
It turned out to be a very bad omen.
Yan Wei'er broke out in a cold sweat.
Jasmine was standing aside and saw beads of sweat starting to form on Madam's forehead, and asked anxiously: "Madam, is there something wrong?"
Yan Wei'er studied the hexagrams carefully, her brows were furrowed and her face became increasingly pale.