Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 149 Water Pavilion Wind

Huo Zhijian was not in the study at this time.

When the carriages of the female relatives stopped in front of the gate of the mansion, Huo Zhijian was standing alone in the vermilion lacquer pavilion in the garden, looking at the pool of clear water under his feet in a trance.

The east wind is gentle and soft, bringing the unique sweetness and tenderness of spring, such as the red shirt of apricots, the tender willows and the waist, and soft words and soft words, singing softly, people can't help indulging in this east wind, drunk and unconscious where.

On Huo Zhijian's handsome face, gradually, a dreamlike expression appeared.

He put his hands behind his back and twisted his fingers subconsciously a few times.

The remaining touch between the fingers, like catkins flying in the wind, just brushed past his fingertips lightly, arousing waves of throbbing, reaching the bottom of his heart.

He involuntarily closed his eyes.

There is a sweet and greasy aroma, which seems to be blown by the wind, and it seems to come out of his mind, rippling in his nose.

That ray of soft and tender warm fragrance passed over his cheeks, reminding him of a woman's sweet laughter, gently brushing against his ears, and turning around his cheeks like a warm breath .

He clenched his palm tightly, and what was held in that palm was not full of spring breeze, but full of tenderness, like a fish swimming, sliding and circulating in his palm, but he couldn't grasp or pinch it. Prison, people have no way to focus, and then give birth to more expectations.

Huo Zhijian's face was flushed, his breath was short of breath, his nose was dilated, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

However, at the same time that he was enjoying himself, he clenched his teeth tightly, as if he was fighting against something, he clenched his fists desperately, and his whole face became distorted.

The boiling and noise from the depths of the body became more intense under this suppression.

He closed his eyes tightly.

In front of his eyes, the study room where he studied hard since he was a child gradually appeared.The heavy pine desk is full of dim light accumulated over the years. Even if the sunlight outside the window is good, everything in the room is always gloomy, as if a heavy rock has been weighed down in the bottom of my heart. People can't breathe.

This substantive fantasy was squeezed into the bottom of his heart bit by bit, like the shadows shrouded in the night, creeping into his heart one by one.

Finally, the burning heat was dissipated by the darkness, and the remaining touch between the fingers disappeared without a trace.

Huo Zhijian slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the two weeping willows in front of him, his expression was a little dull, and he was a little tired and dazed.

Sometimes he can't figure out what happened to him.

How did he come to this point?
He raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead. For a moment, he felt exhausted physically and mentally.

Come to think of it, that was last year.

At this time last year, he was ordered to accompany the governor of Jianning County to Beijing to report on his duties.

The romantic, rich, prosperous and charming city of Dadu made him, who has been staying in the remote Jianning County, studying hard behind closed doors every day, and spent half his life with the crowing of the rooster and the cold moon, knowing for the first time that the outside world, It's so windy and soft, and so fascinating.

He thought, he must have been drunk and lost his mind by Dadu's romance, otherwise, how could he do such a thing?
Huo Zhijian raised his head, looked up at the Xuanwa cornice above his head, heaved a long sigh, but his complexion became darker and darker.

To this day, he still hasn't figured out what purpose and what kind of thoughts he had in order to... go there.

It was the most famous opera house in Dadu, and all the official actors in it were beautiful.

By accident, he went there secretly once, and since then, he has fallen into a sinking place, and it is hard to extricate himself from it.

He shouldn't be like this.

According to the law of Chen Guo, the imperial court ordered officials to keep private prostitutes, and they could have sex with prostitutes at private banquets, but it was absolutely forbidden to go to official prostitute halls, otherwise they would be punished as fault.

The reason for this uniformity is that among the official tricks, there are too many descendants of noble families and family members of officials who have been convicted. If they are allowed to confuse the court officials, it is very easy to commit the crime of treason , so it should be avoided.

However, knowing that such a move would be tantamount to self-destructing his future, Huo Zhijian couldn't control himself.

Even if you can control your heart, you can't control your body, let alone the desire that has been suppressed for many years and is now gushing out from the depths of your body.

In those few days, he was no longer a scholar who studied hard in the cold night, and he was not a gentleman who behaved well. He was like a gourmet possessed by a demon, and he indulged himself, time and time again. Time and again, intoxicated in that gentle country.

He never knew that he was such a person who indulged in pleasure, and he never knew that he could obtain such intoxicating happiness from those lowly bureaucrats.

Even he himself was frightened.

The glamorous scenery of Dadu was like a mysterious spell, which released the most evil demon in his heart, making him no longer himself, but another terrifying stranger.

He got scared.

And the more afraid he was, the deeper he sank.

Or maybe, what he was afraid of was not himself, but those who caught him.

Huo Zhijian closed his eyes wearily, and supported the vermilion lacquered pillar beside him.

I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune, but the fear of being threatened by others and the fear of the future finally made him wake up and become the original just and strict Patriarch of the Huo family.

However, this time, he controlled his body, but his heart was like a wild horse that had run loose, and could no longer be restrained.

It is not the first time that such a situation has happened to him today.

Looking at the splendid spring scenery in the garden, Huo Zhijian's expression became more and more melancholy.

He clenched his fists subconsciously, as if he wanted to crush those thoughts that came up.However, in the bottom of his heart, he clearly knew that to this day, he was still drunk and did not want to wake up.

Since his birth, he has never experienced such pain, but he has never experienced such joy.

That extreme happiness seems to be embedded deep in his soul, and it only takes a gust of wind and a gust of sweet fragrance to be pleasantly awakened, leading him to relive the indulgence of more than ten days.

That kind of secret happiness is even more intoxicating than when I was in it back then.

Huo Zhijian's complexion turned pale.

He raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead again.

He knew it was bad for him.

No matter how beautiful the beauty in the theater is, it is also humble and dirty.

However, it is one thing to be clear in his mind, but his heart cannot allow him not to think about it.

What is more, the more aware of its uncleanness, the more intense his delight.And the more he tried to suppress it, the touch of his fingertips and the smell of his breath became sweeter and more touching, making him lost time and time again, because of those losses time and time again, he blamed himself and even punished himself .

Huo Zhijian closed his eyes helplessly.

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