Chapter 41 Alcohol Atmosphere

"What a strong temper did your aunt have back then? Before leaving, she held my hand and was so sick that she couldn't speak. She only looked at me with those eyes and kept shedding tears..."

Even when I took my last breath, my eyes didn't close.

"Haohao asked a six-year-old child to stand up in the face of the cruelest sword in the world during the Qianchao era! After all, it was I who apologized to your aunt, and even more so to that child!"

The tearful and sorrowful expression of my father in Chengqing Hall still lingers in my mind, accompanied by a hoarse voice that harbors resentment and unwillingness.

In the past twenty years, Yan Lin has never seen him like this.

As if all the emotions accumulated in the chest were released at that moment, ready to turn into fiery magma and burn everything down.

The heavy rain poured down like pouring the entire Tianhe River, flooding the world.

The vast capital is just a lonely boat at this moment.

He looked up at the pitch black night sky outside the eaves, occasionally flashing lightning, and walked straight down!

Qingfeng, who was originally planning to follow him back to the room, was stunned. After a moment of hesitation, he quickly held an umbrella and asked, "Crown Prince, what are you going to do?"

Yan Lin's voice was a bit blurry in the rain: "Prepare the car, go to the roller coaster."

Qingfeng suddenly realized that he was going to meet Miss Jiang Er.

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Raindrops fell and hit the umbrella, like ice beads falling, as if they were piercing through the surface of the umbrella.

Qingfeng couldn't help but advise, "It's already so late, it's already past the agreed time, and it's raining heavily tonight. Miss Jiang Er hasn't been waiting for you for a long time, so she should have gone back long ago. It's probably a waste of time for you to go. If you have to worry, the mansion will send someone to take a look."

Yan Lintou didn't respond, "Even if it's just a chance, I don't want to call her waiting for nothing."

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Perhaps the sound of rain outside was too noisy. After Jiang Xuening closed her eyes, the sound of rain entered her dreams and outlined a scorching summer afternoon rain.

She hurriedly walked with the palace attendants by the lotus pond.

The pavilion for shelter from the rain is right ahead.

But by the time they arrived, there was already one person sitting inside.

So the half acre pond and the rain lotus full of the pond became the accompaniment of this person.

She was soaked in rain and walked in from outside the pavilion.

The surrounding scene suddenly melted like ink.

What had condensed again was actually a thatched cottage in the mountain village. She sat on the only dry table, curled up her legs, hugging her knees, blinking at Zhang Zhe standing in the cold corner, her heart suddenly quickening for some reason.

Then she heard her voice, which was somewhat difficult and a little nervous, say, "Why don't you come over and sit together?"

Zhang Zhe turned his head and looked over.

Those were a pair of cold eyes that immediately captured her.

At this moment, she wanted to reach out and touch her eyes, but in the overflowing smell of soil and grass around her, for some reason, a hint of alcohol suddenly mixed in, gradually becoming stronger from afar.

Although it was just a faint scent, it cut through the rain like a sword.

Jiang Xuening immediately fell into a nightmare.

The lotus pond and pavilion of the summer resort are gone.

The thatched cottage that escaped from the journey of life after being assassinated is also gone.

She stood barefoot on the cold floor of the Kunning Palace, using incense sticks to pluck the incense ash from the stove, stunned.

There are no other palace attendants in the palace.

She felt cold, lost, and scared.

Sure enough, not long after, footsteps could be heard outside the hall.

Just this time it's different from before.

The footsteps this time were a bit messy and unstable.

As the figure appeared outside the door and forcefully pushed the hall door open, the wind outside suddenly blew in a strong aroma of alcohol. Jiang Xuening's hand trembled, and the incense stick that was originally held in her fingers fell to the ground.

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A piercing sound.

Yan Lin's face, which had already shed all the youthful youthful youthful shyness, carried a hint of chaotic drunkenness. However, her eyes were brighter than ever, as if she had returned to the most youthful days of her youth.

He smiled at her and said, "Ning Ning, don't be afraid..."

But she sensed an unprecedented danger and gradually retreated towards the rear.

Kunning Palace was originally not big, let alone this small sleeping hall?

He approached step by step and finally caught her.

The strong and mellow taste of alcohol immediately approached her, enveloping her mouth and nose, trapping, invading, and infecting her like a prison

In a daze, someone's finger caressed her cheek.

The cold touch was like a scaled snake, which made her hair stand on end.

Jiang Xuening, who was lying on the bed of the noblewoman, slept lightly. With lingering palpitations from her dream, she opened her eyes and only saw a backlit figure sitting in front of her bed. The outline of the young man was somewhat familiar, but also somewhat unfamiliar. Even if soaked in cold rain, the faint alcohol scent on his body lingers endlessly.

At this moment, her pupils contracted sharply.

Completely instinctively step back.

At the next moment, it was clear that the outline of the young man in front of him had not yet been carved by wind and frost, nor did he have the deep suppression of the bitter cold at the border. Although there seemed to be some rare silence, it was not the Yan Lin from the previous life.

Yan Lin arrived half a quarter ago.

The rain outside the window is not yet light.

After entering the skyscraper, he saw her sleeping on the bed of the noble consort, with a small face as big as her palm buried in a thin velvet blanket, becoming even more delicate and lovely. At such a special time, it made him feel even more distressed.

Did you wait for a long time?

Yan Lin only said that she had just entered from outside and her fingers were too cold. She looked at her and whispered, "Did you scare me?"

Jiang Xuening blinked and said, "Did you drink alcohol?"

Yan Lin finally realized that he was indeed full of alcohol. In that moment, he was taken back to talk to his father in the mansion. After a moment of silence, he lowered his eyes and said, "I talked to my father about something and had a few drinks."

Zhou Yinzhi has already obtained the position of a thousand households, and it is the eve of wind and rain. What can he talk to Marquis Yongyi about?

Jiang Xuening can guess roughly.

She wanted to speak clearly to Yan Lin in Japan today, but looking at him at this moment, she didn't know why and couldn't say a word.

There is no one else in the room.

The maids all retreated.

It was extremely quiet for a moment.

Yan Lin's emotions were constantly surging, making him feel like a reef on the shore, with waves hitting one after another. However, he could not avoid them and could only stand still, enduring and enduring.

If it weren't for tonight, if it weren't for Zhou Yinzhi, if it weren't for the previous conversation with his father, or perhaps until one day in the future when he faced the situation of family theft and extinction, he wouldn't have realized what he had done wrong.

Do you still remember the night of the Chongyang Lantern Festival.

Ning Ning turned her head and asked him, "Yan Lin, you always spoil and protect me like this. Have you ever thought about it? If one day I don't have you, what will it be like and what should I do?"

He is the crown prince of the Brave Marquis's Mansion, favored by his family and favored by the emperor. He is not inferior in both civil and martial arts. Even compared to the playboys in the capital who enjoy the shadow of their father's generation with peace of mind, he has traveled many places with his father and witnessed many hardships. He asks himself not only their foresight and vision, but also the ambition to inherit from his father's generation.

What difficulties and hardships are never in his sight.

So he feels that everything he has is taken for granted and will not change. As he once said to Shen Jie, "If I spoil it, I will marry myself.".

Until today, he realized that some things are born to be possessed, but they may not last long.

He dotes on her.

He is protecting her.

He couldn't suppress his excited heart and showed his special feelings towards her in front of others, hoping that the whole capital would know that Jiang Xuening would be his future wife.

But I forgot that things are changing and no one knows what will happen tomorrow.

Until now, I only hate myself for not being thoughtful enough and being too reckless in handling things.

Yan Lin dare not think about it——

How would she deal with the difficulties in the mansion without her own delicate demeanor? She didn't need to go to the palace to accompany her, but she was sent in by him. How will she face the danger step by step in the future? Everyone knows that she and he were childhood sweethearts and had a close relationship. If things change suddenly and the marriage doesn't work out, how will she handle herself?

At one moment, the overall situation was overturned, the suppression of the impending rain, the regret for being naive and immature, and mixed with the heartache for the girl he had held in his hands for years. Yan Lin felt as if her throat was blocked by something, it was very difficult and difficult to make her voice.

He forcefully embraced her into his arms.

His hoarse voice trembled slightly: "Ning Ning..."

At the moment when the young man's strong arm embraced her, Jiang Xuening's body was stiff and tense: "Yan Lin."

His face was buried in her neck, trembling as he tried to suppress it. He pleaded, "Don't speak, Ning Ning, don't speak, be kind to me. Don't speak..."

At this moment, the young man's posture showed rare weakness.

Seems afraid that she might say something.

Jiang Xuening only felt something particularly heavy pressing on him, and when she looked out the window, it was pitch black, with only a slight light projected from the elegant room.

My heart gradually softened.

Her tense body slowly relaxed before finally reaching out her hand and resting it on the boy's shoulder, telling him, "It's okay, it'll be okay."

Did Yan Lin guess what she was going to say about him today?

Jiang Xuening is also unclear.

She only remembered her selfishness and despicability on this quiet and deep rainy night——

In the inner house, she counted and turned without many useful people, and even without Zhou Yinzhi, there would still be others involved in the affairs of the Yongyi Marquis's Mansion. Since that's the case, it's better to use Zhou Yinzhi than not to use him. At least he knows the foundation and can also provide information for the Yongyi Marquis's Mansion, so that the Yan family can be prepared.

As for how she knew that something would happen to the Yongyi Marquis's Mansion, she didn't need to worry.

Zhou Yinzhi is a cunning "smart person" who would guess that she learned the news from her father or other influential people, because there is no wall that cannot withstand wind; Although Yan Lin is not very old, she also has a deep understanding of some things in the officialdom. Even if she knew that she knew something would happen in the Marquis's Mansion, she would only think that she learned about it from Zhou Yin, and then let Zhou Yin talk about it.

Smart people don't like to speak openly.

Moreover, this is not an incomprehensible thing. They will construct the most reasonable situation to explain it themselves, so they will hide it.

Her voice was soft and gentle, inexplicably possessing a calming power.

Yan Lin listened and tightly closed her eyes.

After a long time, he finally let her go, his eyes slightly moist, and he smiled slightly, "Have you been waiting for me for a long time, right? It's all my fault, I forgot to call someone to inform you in advance. When I came, I only hoped that when I arrived at the skyscraper, it would be better if you had already left, so that I could feel less guilty in my heart. But when I arrived here, seeing you still waiting, besides the guilt, my heart couldn't help but feel happy. Ning Ning, I'm so funny, right?"

Jiang Xuening looked at him, unsure of what to say.

Yan Lin, like a magician, took out something from her arms, grabbed her hand, and tied it to her slender wrist, saying, "On the way here, I saw a flower selling grandmother sheltering from the rain under the eaves. I saw these flowers for some reason, and I thought they looked very similar to you. So I thought, if you were here, if I had been so late for so long, there should be something to apologize for. If you had taken my flowers, you wouldn't be allowed to breathe anymore."

The voice of the youth is gentle like a spring breeze.

He tied a string of snow-white jasmine to Jiang Xuening's wrist, with soft and blooming flowers threaded through a thin thread, adorned with only two oil green leaves. After tying it up, it hung like two jade pieces under her wrist.

On a cold and rainy night, a faint fragrance suddenly emanates.

That is an extremely fresh and refreshing fragrance.

Few people know that jasmine naturally blooms three seasons.

Just make sure to take good care of it.

Jasmine in late autumn and early winter is even rarer, as precious as a boy's heart.

Jiang Xuening suddenly started to hate herself.

Yan Lin saw her silence and only picked up her face to examine, saying, "Is it really difficult to be angry?"

Jiang Xuening shook her head.

It's already too late.

Although Yan Lin is greedy for the time she spends together, he dare not let her go back too late. He is even more afraid that in this tumultuous autumn, even if it tarnishes her reputation, he will send her back.

Two people came down from the skyscraper together.

Yan Lin supported her umbrella and helped her onto the carriage.

At this moment, Jiang Xuening stood under the umbrella and looked up at him. Her thick and long eyelashes trembled faintly in the shadow, and she whispered, "Yanlin, don't drink in the future, okay? I'm afraid."

Don't drink alcohol?

Yan Lin is not sure, so how many ambitious men do not drink alcohol? But with a lowered gaze, she could feel a hint of fragility hidden behind her soft eyes. For some reason, there seemed to be a pain in some part of her heart, so she smiled indulgently and promised her, "Okay."