Chapter 39 Reunion of Rain

Zhou Yinzhi has left.

Yan Lin sat in the study for a long time.

Qingfeng asked outside, "Crown Prince, over from the Skyscraper Tower..."

Yan Lin slowly covered his face with his palm and asked him, "Has father come back?"

Qingfeng was taken aback and replied, "Marquis should be at Chengqing Hall."

Yan Lin stood up and walked straight out of his study, walking along the long corridor lined with rockeries towards Chengqing Hall.

A heavy rain is pouring outside.

Even walking in the corridor, the cold wind still blows cold rain onto people.

Qingfeng was truly startled. It wasn't until he saw people walking several yards that he realized it. He quickly grabbed an umbrella and chased after them, saying, "Prince, umbrella!"

The Chengqing Hall of the Yongyi Marquis's Mansion is the place where the current Yongyi Marquis Yan Mu, also known as Yan Lin's father, resides.

As Yan Lincai approached, the old butler outside showed a smile and said, "The crown prince has arrived. The person below has just brought two jars of good wine, and the marquis has already opened them. He is thinking about who to invite to drink on this rainy day. You came just in time."

Yan Lin did not respond and her footsteps did not stop.

The old butler was momentarily stunned. He turned around and glanced at Yan Lin's back as he entered. He couldn't help but ask Qing Feng, who was following him, "What's wrong with the Crown Prince today?"

The brave Hou Yanmu is now in his forties, with some white hair on his head, but it is not yet obvious.

After all, he comes from the military, has led troops, fought in wars, and even at this age, his body and bones still look very strong. On his chin, he had a hard beard, and there was a hint of military prowess between his eyebrows and eyes. There was also a faint scar on his forehead.

These are all left over from the war of the past.

At this moment, as the old butler had said, he had just opened a jar of wine.

There are some small dishes for drinking on the table.

The freshly opened wine was poured into a wine bowl.

The aroma of wine and dishes diffused in the humid air.

Seeing Yan Lin come in, he smiled and shook his chest with a strong breath, saying, "Didn't you say you're going out today? Why did you come over? Just the right time, try this wine."

Marquis Yongyi pointed to the wine jar on the table.

Yan Lin stood still at the table, staring fixedly at her father. She pursed her lips as if suppressing something, then raised her hand to pick up the wine and drank it all in one gulp.

The teenager who has already reached the coronal stage has a rolling Adam's apple.

A cup of strong liquor poured into the throat, burning from the lips and teeth all the way to the heart and lungs!

With a loud bang, the wine cup was heavily lowered.

Marquis Yongyi knows his son very well, and he can talk about everything in his daily life. He knows exactly how much he likes the girl in the Jiang Shilang Mansion, but he hasn't seen him like that yet.

So he realized he had something to do.

Marquis Yongyi looked at him up and down and smiled, "Why, you're having a conflict with that little girl named Xuening?"

Yan Lin did not smile, and his gaze on his father did not shift. He only asked, "Father, do you know that the emperor is sending the Jinyi Guard to investigate the remaining sins of the Southern King's rebellion?"

"..."

The action of Marquis Yongyi, who was originally going to serve wine, suddenly stopped.

He lifted his head and met Yan Lin's sharp gaze, from which the young man's sharpness shone, leaving him nowhere to hide. However, upon careful consideration of the meaning in his words, Marquis Yongyi suddenly understood something in this instant.

No panic.

There were no surprises either.

He burst into laughter, followed by a burst of laughter, as if recalling some absurd and absurd past. He couldn't help but stroke his hands and shake his head, and spoke with a deep-seated hatred and madness——

"Those who should come will always come! Twenty years have passed, and I can't forget them. Even those who have done something wrong can't forget it! Hahaha..."

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Why did Marquis Yongyi have correspondence with the remnants of the Pingnan Wang faction?

Twenty years ago, when the Prince of Pingnan conspired with the Tianjiao Rebellion to launch a counterattack in the capital and kill the imperial palace, the brave and resolute Marquis was still a loyal minister like Duke Chengguo, who made great contributions to quelling the rebellion.

In the previous life, there were still some mysteries that remained unresolved.

The agreed time has passed for a long time, but Yan Lin still hasn't appeared.

Jiang Xuening's heart slowly sank to the bottom.

If she had not been selected as a palace attendant, she should have told Yan Lin a few days ago, but unfortunately, this group of people got involved and disrupted all of her plans. There were many people in the palace, and there was no chance to speak clearly.

And now, should Yan Lin already know?

Standing in front of the elegant window on the second floor, she gazed at the rain outside.

It rained for a long time.

It rained heavily.

The sky has gradually darkened, and lights have been lit everywhere in the capital. The dim yellow warm light illuminates the windows of each household and also illuminates the buildings far and near. However, in the splashing rain and hazy mist, the outline is blurred.

The wind is gradually piercing to the bone.

Tang'er Lian'er, who was following behind her, felt a bit worried when she saw the strong wind. She approached and had to close the window first. She couldn't help but complain, "The Crown Prince is not coming so late, maybe there's something that's keeping us from coming? Girl, why don't we go back first?"

Jiang Xuening only said, "Don't close it."

The voice was gentle, but the gaze did not turn away, still falling on the shiny rain lines outside the window.

Lian'er and Tang'er immediately glanced at each other.

I always feel that today is a bit unusual.

The girl who never took the initiative to invite the young marquis out invited him out, but the young marquis who never arrived late happened to not come at this time.

But they dare not ask too much.

Jiang Xuening said not to close the window, and their outstretched hand had to retract, trying to persuade her not to stand by the window: "Why don't you sit inside? I'll help you keep an eye on it, and when the Marquis comes, I'll tell you. The wind is so strong by the window, and your body and bones are not good at all. If you accidentally get cold from the wind, the maids really can't bear it."

Jiang Xuening didn't move as if she hadn't heard it.

Lian'er Tang'er dared not persuade anymore.

The Yajian suddenly quieted down again, only hearing the clamor of rain around, occasionally mixed with the sound of toasting from nearby restaurants and inns.

The sound of hooves accompanied by the rolling of wheels pierced through the rain curtain.

Lian'er and Tang'er are all shaken.

Looking down from the window, the carriage was not from the Yongyi Marquis's Mansion, nor was it parked at the foot of the Xiaolou, but at the Xichen Pavilion across the street. A servant got off the car first and respectfully held up an umbrella, welcoming the people inside.

Wearing a dark blue robe, frowning, as if not liking such rainy days.

His facial features are also considered normal, but his eyes are too deep.

There always seems to be a smile on the corner of the lips, but when looking at people, it cannot be considered sincere, and there is even a natural coldness.

Jiang Xuening stood by the window, almost recognizable at a glance——

It's actually Chen Ying!

The notorious cruel official of this dynasty, the current Minister of Justice, is also the person who almost took Zhang Zhe's life in the previous life

How could he be here?

Jiang Xuening was momentarily stunned.

After Chen Ying got off the car, she was immediately welcomed into the Xichen Pavilion. Soon, a lively chat broke out from the tightly closed window on the second floor, and even through the rain curtain, everyone could be heard affectionately calling her "Mr. Chen".

At this moment, the waiter came in to exchange hot tea for Jiang Xuening.

She asked, "It's already so late, and it's raining like this again. There are no guests in your skyscraper, but the opposite Xichen Pavilion is quite lively."

The waiter followed her gaze and glanced out the window, then smiled and said, "Oh, across the street. I heard that it was Mr. Chen from the Ministry of Justice who treated us, and those who went were all officials from the Ministry of Justice. It's normal for him not to be with us. Last time, Mr. Chen had just left, and Master Xie was attacked from behind. Mr. Chen felt unlucky, so he switched to eating at the Washing Dust Pavilion."

Is that so?

Jiang Xuening's gaze still fell on the shaky window sash across from her.

I can see someone approaching.

Then the window outside was pushed open, and the smell of alcohol and laughter spread throughout the room. It was easy to see the people in that room from Jiang Xuening, each with a fawning and flattering expression.

She frowned suddenly, knowing that she could see others, and that others could also see her, she turned around and asked Lian Ertanger to close the window.

===Kunning Section 51===

But just as I turned around and wanted to speak——

The scene of the washing room across from her just now, like a scroll of paintings, suddenly returned to her mind and settled in a quiet corner.

Her heart trembled lightly, and even her body seemed to stiffen for an instant. So, with some strange hope, she turned around again and looked into the opposite window again!

A banquet was held in the Xichen Pavilion, with a jade plate of delicacies on the table and court officials sitting next to it.

As soon as Chen Ying arrived, she was invited to the top by everyone.

After all, he is a high-ranking official among this group of people, and he is also a court official of the Ministry of Justice. Everyone raised wine cups to persuade him to drink, standing up and sitting down, appearing extremely lively.

So the quiet corner seemed out of place.

Blocked by the carved window sash, Jiang Xuening could only see his silhouette slightly obscured. Wearing a navy blue fine cloth round necked robe commonly worn by lower ranking officials, with slightly wide sleeves, and a pair of slender but protruding finger joints on the palms, gently pressing on the separated knees.

Sitting on a round stool, with a straight back.

Zhang Zhe looked out at the continuous rain curtain.

The lively social atmosphere behind him seemed to be devoid of his coldness and solemnity, and had nothing to do with him.

Even if it's just a glimpse of such an incomplete and unclear silhouette, Jiang Xuening can be certain of it——

It's him.

There won't be anyone else again.

The peaceful posture of watching the rain, after so long, has been deeply engraved in her memory, unable to erase any trace.

Mr. Zhang, you still like to watch the rain like this

At this moment, Jiang Xuening's eyes were filled with a burst of hot tears.

All the memories of the previous life were flipped out in an instant.

Under the heavy rain pavilion, he stood under the steps and reached out to tear off a corner of the official robe that she had deliberately tampered with. When he looked up at her again, raindrops covered his eyelashes;

In the Qianqing Palace in the afternoon, he stood with his head down in front of His Highness, lowered his gaze in front of her, and dared not lift it. His palm slowly tightened in a stiff curve;

On the muddy post road, when he covered his injured shoulder and reached out his hand to her with a twisted foot, his slightly rolling Adam's apple and the winding blood on the ground;

What's wrong with her to let herself provoke such a good person?

Most likely, there is a devil hidden in her heart, trying to dye the white black, stirring the pure turbid, pulling down those who stand tall in the temple, struggling in the pain of worldly fireworks

So, Fang feels satisfied.

In the previous life, what she owed Yan Lin, Yan Lin retaliated back ten times and a hundred times; What I owe Zhang Zhe is that even if she gave up that life, she couldn't repay it.

She was a demon that Zhang Zheqing had never crossed in his cold life.

But Zhang Zhe, on the other hand, was the pure land in her dusty heart, the last corner untainted.

There were moments when she thought: if it weren't for the queen, she would marry this person regardless of everything. From then on, I lifted my sleeves to brush away every speck of dirt and dust from his clothes, bent down to pick up every stumbling block on his way, and became a good person, so that I could enjoy his kindness to myself with peace of mind.

But she is ultimately the queen.

A heart shrouded in dust harms both oneself and him.

Jiang Xuening looked across from her, her gaze slowly blurring, but she didn't know whether it was because of the pouring rain or the surging tears

Someone hurried up from the downstairs of the Washing Dust Pavilion.

Zhang Zhe, who had been sitting under the window for a long time, finally moved.

The person said something to him, so he nodded and stood up to say goodbye to the others. Without looking at their faces, he walked out of the open door.

Go downstairs all the way.

The waiter of the Washing Dust Pavilion handed him an umbrella in front of the door, and he took it. He spread open the dark blue oil paper umbrella and started fighting.

As the umbrella edge lifted, the deep profile of the face also revealed under the umbrella, from the cold jaw, to the tightly pursed thin lips, then to the straight bridge of the nose, as well as the calm and narrow eyes and slightly furrowed long eyebrows

As if sensing something, his gaze lifted.

So it collided exactly like this.

Through the smoke like rain curtain and the long street, she was by the window upstairs, and he was on the steps downstairs.

In Jiang Xuening's eyes, a tear rolled down without warning.

A drop of cold rain on the tip of the umbrella gently fell on the back of Zhang Zhe's hand.

He felt like he had been burned.

That bright looking girl, washed away all the lead and no longer had the faint paranoia, stood clean and gentle behind his favorite heavy rain, looking at him with a pair of eyes that were also raining.

At this moment, the fingers holding the umbrella clenched tightly.

But he never walked over, nor did he show any abnormality. After a long gaze, he lowered his gaze and walked down the steps, letting the open umbrella cover all his secrets, gradually moving away from her sight.

Jiang Xuening then thought, "It's really good, nothing has happened yet.".