The master of the Qin family, Qin Yuehui, was critically ill and there was no need to delay. The ship set off immediately, and the journey was windy and rainy.
Anu was still guarding the door loyally, while Master Qin and Yan Weier were sitting in the cabin, neither of them speaking.
The third son of Qin had a sad look on his face, and he was thinking about his old father. He was his father's middle-aged son, and he loved him very much. At home, he wanted wind and rain, and he liked to travel in mountains and rivers, so his father put all the heavy family property on it.
It's my eldest brother, and he always does whatever he wants.
When he came out, his father had only caught a cold occasionally. Within ten days, news came that he was critically ill. This made him, who was usually calm, at a loss. He wished he could fly to his father's side to keep him company.
He took off the jade flute from his waist and gently put it to his lips. The longing tune spread leisurely on the dark night river, and each note was drawn out for a long time, as if he wanted this tune to reach his father's ears early.
inside.
Sometimes the deep bass is like a father's kindness and love, admonitions and teachings, and sometimes the clear high notes are like a naughty and carefree son, with a slight change of voice, just like the coquettish crying of childhood.
The sorrow gradually dissipated in the middle of the night, shrouding the whole ship in silence.
Yan Wei'er sat by the window. The river was pitch black, like the black hole her heart suddenly entered, with no light and no hope.
After she escaped from Ji Lian's house, the first time she saw Ji Lianbeino was in such a scene, how unbearable. Even though she ran away, she still missed that man who was sometimes cold and sometimes gentle. She even thought that maybe this
My whole life is spent in this kind of longing.
But that scene suddenly broke her dream. Even missing her was unnecessary and extremely humble. She was just one of his many women, and the most unbearable one.
When he met her, she was sitting in a big sedan chair and was being sent to be a concubine for an old man in his twilight years. Her first night was in the midst of his hatred, and he was as wanton as destroying a piece of beautiful jade. How could he cherish her?
He thought that his heart, like his own, was affected by certain feelings at a certain moment and gave his sincerity. He said that the position of Young Master Ji Lian's wife belonged to her, and he told everyone that she was Young Master Ji Lian's wife.
lady.
No matter how disdainful he was, he was still complacent, satisfied, and inexplicably looking forward to it. However, maybe he coaxed all women like this, Xian Xuezhi did the same, and other women did the same.
It's just that she didn't know much about the world, so she thought that whatever he said was what he said, and she didn't even doubt that he would compensate her for the rest of his life. It was because she was so stupid that she shed so many tears for him.
The flute sound of the third son of Qin Dynasty is long and graceful, with twists and turns, crisp and slow, melodious and spiritual, but also desolate and heavy.
Yan Weier's nose felt sour, and two lines of clear tears fell down, each drop of which was filled with sadness. Her tearful eyes were flowing, hiding a sadness that could not be brushed away. Her delicate jade face was frosted, cold to the bone, and oozing with traces of despair, as if this
There was nothing in the world that could warm her heart.
On a winter night, two frustrated people, one missed his old father, and the other was sad about his old feelings.
After the third son of Qin played the last flute note, he inserted the flute diagonally into his belt. He approached Yan Wei'er and said softly: "Wei'er has something on your mind? Did you meet someone you didn't want to see at the banquet?"
His sensitive mind has already captured Yan Weier's changes along the way. Although Prince Wei is hateful and disgusting, he is not enough to make her cold and hopeless. It is not fear, but a cold heart, seeping out from the inside out.
of coldness.
Yan Wei'er wiped the tears lightly, with a sad look on her face, and vomited out her sorrow slightly: "My mother is dead. For my mother's sake, I would rather be a concubine for Prince Wei. I just hope that she can take a breather and escape."
, but still died."
"What? Concubine?" Young Master Qin thought of Prince Wei's salivating expression, and felt irritated in his heart.
Yan Wei'er nodded and did not want to reveal the people and things she met later, so she said: "There was an error on the way, so I didn't go. But my mother also died. In this world, apart from Anu, I am the only one who
There are no relatives anymore.”
A gentle color appeared on the face of Mr. Qin: "Didn't you call me brother? I am also your relative."
Yan Wei'er was worried: "This is exactly what I'm worried about. Today, Qin San's brother has formed a grudge with Prince Wei for Wei'er. I'm afraid it will be detrimental to my brother and his family."
"How have I, Third Young Master of Qin, ever been afraid of trouble? Let alone just a wine bag and rice bag." He didn't take it seriously. He had long heard that Prince Wei had a bad reputation and had done all kinds of bad things. If he dared to bump into him, he would be in good condition to deal with him.
Yan Wei'er changed into a purple long coat, with a few white lilies embroidered on the cuffs, and moon-white tasseled silk flowers on the waist, which was particularly unique: "Brother Qin San, Wei'er can get off the boat if he wants to be near the water... Even if Wei
If the prince comes to the Qin family and can't see me, it won't happen to him."
The handsome brows of the Third Young Master of Qin gathered together: "Why did Wei'er say this? Do you really think that my elder brother only knows how to travel around and not do his job?"
Yan Wei'er shook his head quickly, his eyes watery: "Brother misunderstood, that's just one of the reasons, Wei'er is afraid of disturbing your family. If you just take Wei'er back like this, I'm afraid it will cause misunderstandings from your brother's family.
"What she said makes sense. When a young man brings a young woman home, no one can really believe that it is just a "brother and sister" relationship.
The Third Master of Qin smiled casually: "Wei'er is worrying too much! What others say is their business. If Wei'er really doesn't want to go home with me, that's fine, just stay in an inn then. When I get home, naturally
I can also come to see you."
He knew that she had nowhere to go. A little girl with a dog was a lot of inconvenience. If she attracted someone as shameful as Prince Wei, it would be too late to regret it.
Seeing that his words were sincere, Yan Wei'er felt grateful and no longer insisted: "Well, Wei'er is waiting at the inn. Brother, don't worry and just take care of your family."
When she heard that Mr. Qin was seriously ill, she was inexplicably worried. She even wanted to take out the copper coins several times to do a fortune telling. She was afraid that the third son of Qin would laugh at her, and she was afraid that if the fortune came out to be a bad fortune, it would be difficult to explain to him, so she gave up.
.
The Third Master of Qin opened the cabin door and called Uncle Wen, "Speed up the ship." He then asked, "Uncle Wen, where can we reach tomorrow morning?"
Uncle Wen is in his forties, has an ordinary appearance, and is very capable in his work: "Tomorrow morning we can reach Wuli, and beyond that we will reach Linshui."
Yan Wei'er stood a little further away and heard his answer. For a moment, she caught the flash of panic in Uncle Wen's eyes in a trance. It was just a natural instinct to observe words and emotions, but this discovery made her
I doubted my own intuition.
After Uncle Wen exited the cabin, she pretended to be casual and asked, "Uncle Wen has been traveling with Brother Qin San?"
The third young master of Qin sat down, picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Wei'er just said that every time I go out, I take a boat? I take a bunch of servants and go everywhere to have fun?" After a pause, he said again: "When I practice martial arts.
For people, there is nothing more joyful and free than riding a horse. I came out this time because I wanted to attend Feng Chuyang’s banquet. Uncle Wen is usually at home helping my elder brother with daily affairs."
Yan Wei'er's heart beat, it would be better to talk less gossip. If he makes random suspicions and stirs up trouble, he will be acting like a villain in vain.