Dayong Nu sentenced to death

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Su Rao walked up to him, grabbed his hand and walked out, "Come and sit with me."

After being stunned for the first time, Yan Yun followed her obediently.

The two walked to the edge of the nanmu corridor, and Su Rao sat down on the ground, with her feet in the air, turned her head and patted the empty space beside her: "You just sit here and let me blow some air."

"It's cold on the ground, I'll get you a cushion."

Just as Yan Yun was about to turn around, someone grabbed his wrist, and Su Rao smiled at him, "You don't need that, just stay with me."

Unable to resist her, Yan Yun sat down next to her in his robe.

Su Rao glanced at both sides, "I always feel that something is missing... By the way, how can we do without wine in such a beautiful night?"

"Bamboo Yan!"

She cheered up and shouted outside the courtyard, "Bring me two jars of good wine."

Someone outside the courtyard immediately responded, Yan Yun looked up at the pitch-black night, well, the night is really good, it's hard for her to find such a reason.

As the only master in the palace.

Yan Yun didn't drink alcohol at all, but out of etiquette and convention, there are still some famous wines in the treasury for emergencies.

Before Yingying left, he ordered softly: "Go and get Qiu Yuebai."

The voice is not high enough to be heard clearly outside.

The wine was delivered quickly, and she took two jade cups thoughtfully. Su Rao uncorked the two glasses, filled the two glasses, and handed him a glass with a smile.

When Yan Yun didn't answer, Su Rao looked at him steadfastly and didn't take it back.

There was a secret in his eyes, and he smiled suddenly: "Hongmen Banquet?"

"Yes."

Su Rao nodded sincerely, and sent the cup forward: "Then do you still want to drink?"

After a moment of silence, Yan Yun took Yuzhan and touched her lightly, raised his head and drank it down in one gulp.

"Come again?"

"Ah."

Su Rao poured wine, and Yan Yun never refused anyone who came. In a short time, the two drank seven or eight cups. His clear and deep eyes were covered with a mist at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually lost his mind.

A gust of wind blew by, and he slowly leaned against her.

With his head against her temples, his fingers quietly climbed up her sleeves, rubbed them twice, and then clenched them tightly. After doing this, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Yan Heqing..."

Su Rao slightly straightened her back so that he could lean on him more comfortably, she called softly, and after two breaths, she heard him hum softly, and said in a low hoarse voice: "I'm here."

"Dizzy?"

She asked.

The forehead was pressed against her, rubbing against her, a little aggrieved: "Dizzy..."

"Come here, let me touch it."

After Su Rao finished speaking, he softened his body and moved towards her until the two of them were close to each other.

"I mean put your forehead over here and I'll touch it."

Su Rao looked down at him amusedly, Yan Yun turned her frozen eyes, and after a while to react, she raised her head and moved closer to her.

A hand caressed the back of her neck unexpectedly, preventing her from retreating subconsciously.

Then, his forehead was pressed against hers.

The tip of his nose was against the tip of hers.

The aroma of the wine gradually intertwined with the breath, and she sat still, Su Rao quickly regained her composure after being absent-minded for a moment, "Yan Yun, what are you doing?"

"Touch..."

Yan Yun closed his eyes and said vaguely: "To touch like this..."

If Su Rao didn't know that he was drunk at the moment, she would definitely think that he did it on purpose. Compared with this, she was more concerned about other issues at the moment: "Why is your forehead so cold?"

"Drink, that's all."

Yan Yun replied slowly.

There is this kind of person who turns pale and cold when he drinks, Su Rao sees that there is nothing unusual about him, so she sits up straight and supports his head against her shoulder.

"That's it, don't move."

Yan Yun hung on to her all over, and gave a low 'um', his voice was hoarse and vague after being drunk, and then he did not move any more obediently.

"You know I have ulterior motives, so why do you still drink?"

she asked softly.

After waiting for a while, one of them mumbled: "Don't drink...you will be disappointed."

Just because I don't want her to be disappointed, so I know that I can't control myself when I'm drunk, but still want to make her happy?

A wry smile appeared on Su Rao's lips, "Yan Heqing, you make me look bad."

"I like."

Yan Yun closed her eyes, didn't move her body, but put her hand through her arm, hugged her, and repeated, "I like it..."

"what do you like?"

"you."

His voice was so soft that a gust of wind could blow it away, but it just fell into Su Rao's ears, and it was deafening. She smiled, "Yes, I know."

Su Rao raised her finger to twirl his slightly messy hair, tidying it up bit by bit, "The night is still long, why don't you tell me about your childhood?"

"As a child..."

The voice was intermittent, "You don't like it."

"Why do you say that?"

"...boring."

He seemed to have a pitiful pause, and added: "It's very boring."

"No, I want to know."

Su Rao coaxed softly, and Yan Yun leaned against her again, until there was no gap between the two of them, then she stopped in satisfaction, rested with her eyes closed, and said vaguely: "When I was young... I just practiced calligraphy and read books. , practice sword... practice calligraphy, read books, practice sword..."

"One day goes by and another day comes."

"It's like this every day."

The words fell, and there was a long silence.

Su Rao asked stiffly, "Is this the end?"

"Ah."

The person on the shoulder responded feebly, very seriously.

The corners of Su Rao's mouth twitched slightly, it was really boring, according to what he said, he forgot two things...eating and sleeping.

"Is it the same when you were in the old house?"

she asked tentatively.

Yan Yun remained silent for a longer time this time, "It's always been like this, in the old house, in the palace...it's always been like this."

"You were alone in the old house?"

"Ah."

After hearing this answer, Su Rao had the urge to ask him for the first time, "What about your parents?" The words rolled on the tip of her tongue, and before she could ask, he continued to mutter: "The wall is very high, the courtyard It's so big, I can't find it anywhere..."

"I can't find my parents."

Su Rao felt sour in her heart, "Is no one taking care of you?"

"Yes, wet nurse, there were many others... Later, they all died..."

Yan Yun paused at this point, the courtyard was very quiet, occasionally there was the rustling of leaves in the wind, and when the wind blew him, he seemed to be more energetic, and slowly opened his eyes and raised his head.

The mist cleared, and Su Rao saw a pair of out-of-focus eyes.

Even though she was drunk, after many years, she still felt his deep pain and despair. Su Rao knew that there were some words that Yan Yun would never say when she was sober.

He knew that there was a difference, but he still took the wine, acquiescing to her "overstepping the rules".

She knew that as long as she asked, he would answer.

The secrets hidden in that tall mansion, the indifference of Yuan Zheng Wang and his wife, his old illness and hidden injury, all of these will find the answer.

But when she met those eyes, an unspeakable feeling of meanness overwhelmed her.

she almost...

Tore him apart again.