Chang Anqing

Chapter 72
In the silence, the candles on the high table were still swaying gently. Cao shi sat there silently, watching Yang Jin's slumped back slowly withdrawing, but felt a sudden burst of sourness and unbearableness in his heart.

When she was a young girl, she thought that the luckiest thing in her life was to marry a captain who was under one person and above ten thousand people, but now she knows that the luckiest thing in her life is to give birth to Jin Er.

In the back house, a man's favor is illusory, like duckweed without roots. It floats here today, and it's not sure where it will be tomorrow.

Only the heirs can truly keep her standing firmly in this house of swords and swords for 20 years.

In terms of origin, she is indeed inferior to the Li family and the Cui family, but when it comes to their children, the Li family and the Cui family together are not comparable to her alone, let alone the inconspicuous Liu family.

Yang Yan is cowardly, Yang Che is moderate, Yang Zhen is a waste, and Yang Zhao is even more incompetent. She is alone in her son Yang Jin, who is well versed in military history. When he was young, he followed the captain to fight in all directions and made great achievements. Not only many courtiers praised him, but also in the military The prestige is also growing, and now there are twenty princes, is it still far from the day of the king?

Now everyone knows that Jin'er will be the second Yuling King of the dynasty, but she is convinced that with Jin'er's ability, she will be able to surpass Zhao Yi and move to a higher position in the future.

Thinking of this, Cao shi couldn't help but sigh softly, although there was relief in his eyes.

"lady?"

Hearing Wen Niang's caring voice next to her, Mrs Cao looked at the soft curtain where Yang Jin had disappeared, and rubbed her forehead with her hands tiredly and said, "Jin Er has been by my side since he was a child, how could I not know about him? Proud and stubborn, in the end I forced him to marry someone he didn't want to marry, to do things he didn't want to do, and he didn't know the future—"

"Ma'am, you can't hesitate any longer at this time."

Before she could finish speaking, Niang Wen frowned lightly and comforted her heartily: "As you said, we can either go in now for the great cause, or retreat, and there are no bones left, since we have just told Dalang our plan. , Dalang has also accepted, so there is no way to retreat, if you continue to break it, you will be disturbed by it, madam."

Seeing the shock in Cao's eyes, and gradually regaining clarity, Wen Niang continued to say: "As for the Li family, when Dalang marries the Yongning County Lord, we will have a good life, and when the Taiwei's wife is defeated in the future, everything will be done. It's a foregone conclusion, she will be thrown into the uninhabited yard, and she will be fed and fed. She is just a weak woman. No matter how powerful she is, she can turn the sky over? Abandoned, let’s talk about it, our big man is a man, how can these things be wrong?”

Hearing Wenniang's words, Mrs. Cao looked sideways and saw a consoling smile on Mrs. Wen's face. After thinking for a moment, Mrs. Cao nodded in approval.

"What you're saying is that everything is still going as planned."

"Yes."

When Wen Niang responded and served Cao's family to sleep, she carefully retreated back to her courtyard.However, instead of resting immediately, she took out a pen and paper and wrote a few short words—the plan remained the same.

When there was no one around, Wen Niang rolled up the paper, and saw a pigeon with black feathers coming from nowhere and landed on her window coffin. She immediately neatly and skillfully tied the rolled paper to the pigeon's leg. The next moment the pigeon fluttered its wings and disappeared into the night sky without a trace.

In this room, Yang Jin had just returned to his yard, but when everyone saw his dejected expression, they didn't dare to speak.

In the dim candle shadow, Yang Jin walked in and out of the room helplessly. When he saw the figure of Qing Jun standing behind the desk through the bamboo curtain of Concubine Xiang, his frowning eyes barely stretched out.

"Dalang-"

It seems that he heard the sound, and the person behind the desk looked over, his eyes flashed like a flying eagle, and immediately put down the wolf in his hand and greeted him.

Seeing this, Yang Jin opened the bamboo curtain and walked in slowly. Seeing that the person in front of him was about to salute, he immediately stretched out his left hand to hold it up, and then naturally pulled the person's hand to the side of the writing desk, but saw the handsome and elegant handwriting on it.

"In the middle of the night, the candle fire hurts the eyes, so don't copy the scriptures again."

Hearing Yang Jin's words, the person who was pulled by him slowly turned his head to read the words, his eyebrows were picturesque under the bright moonlight, like a trickle in the deep bamboo forest. After a face-to-face meeting, the Chang Sui Chenghuan who enshrined the "Jade Shujing" in his hand.

"It will be Madam's birthday in a few days. If these scriptures are presented to Madam, Madam will be happy."

Seeing that the person in front of him knew where he went, but didn't ask much, always thinking about him like this, worrying about him, Yang Jin felt moved, and was speechless with guilt.

"It's late at night, it's time for Dalang to rest."

Seeing Yang Jin nod, Cheng Huan stepped forward and walked in front of him, gently and carefully untied the gold belt around his waist and hung it on the Nanmu Shi, just as he walked around behind Yang Jin, he took off his jacket for Yang Jin. Seeing the sadness in his eyes, he quickly pressed it down again, pulled out a small smile and said, "The two young ladies have been here just now, and they have personally cooked your favorite food. Which young lady is Dalang going to, I will send someone to let me know in advance—"

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Huan felt that his hand was tightly held by the person in front of him, only to feel that his heart was touched, but he didn't say a word. With the rustling of clothes, Yang Jin turned around and looked down before him without looking at him. The person who looked sad and dotingly embraced him with guilt and said, "I'm not going anywhere tonight."

In the silence, neither of them spoke, and they seemed to stand for a long time. Yang Jin said in an obscure voice: "I can't refute what A-Niang said. My wife can only be the Lord of Yongning County."

Hearing Yang Jin's words, Cheng Huan's lips were tender, looked up at him and smiled, but pulled him to sit in front of the mirror, took off his hair crown, picked up the horn jade comb and gently combed his hair like black ink bit by bit Silk Road: "Yongning County Master is very good, Cheng Huan can see that she is a very bright and transparent woman living in this world, those brilliant and transparent are the envy of Dalang and I, if Dalang can If you marry her, Cheng Huan can also pray for you with peace of mind, and hope that you will grow old and full of children and grandchildren-"

While speaking, Yang Jin felt a cold tear fall on the back of his hand. When he looked in the mirror, Cheng Huan behind him was smiling, as if everything was an illusion.

"When Dalang gets married, Cheng Huan will leave."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Jin suddenly got up and turned around, looking nervously: "Where are you going?"

Seeing this, Cheng Huan held the comb restrainedly, looked at Yang Jin comfortably and said: "Yongning County Master has a prominent family background, if I work hand in hand with you this time, it will be an excellent thing to do with you, you and I both know that the County Master is much smarter. Si, tough character, not like the two young ladies. When you get along every day, you will notice you and me from the clues. At that time, the county owner will feel sad. Under the dissatisfaction of the Li family, the lady has paved the way for you. Destroyed—"

Seeing that Yang Jin's brows were getting deeper and deeper, Cheng Huan didn't say any more, just pretended to be relaxed: "Dalang doesn't have to worry about me, it was my wish that I was trapped in this wall courtyard for Dalang. Walking between heaven and earth, the great mountains and rivers are in my eyes, and it is also what I wish in my heart, I hope Dalang will be fulfilled."

Hearing these words, Yang Jin's shoulders suddenly drooped, because he lowered his head, the shadow fell on his face, and he could not see joy and sorrow.

After a long time, I finally heard him reply in a low and hoarse voice: "Okay."

"In the end, it was me, I missed her, I lost you—"

In a word, the path is full of sadness, and the poke becomes a happy thing, only to feel the ice blade inserted into the heart, cold and dull pain.

(End of this chapter)