Chapter 62: Hua Jinfan He was filled with the surge of repression after being released...
Seeing Jiang Yunjin looking at her inquiringly, Cui Yiluo suppressed her heart which was beating faster. Her bright and charming eyes tried to show innocence, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings.
If Jiang Yunjin saw Yuan Ling coming out at the same time as her, he would definitely guess that she was offering conditions in exchange for Yuan Ling's investigation of her background. He was too smart and would not allow any changes to happen. She was the best chess piece to separate the Fifth Prince from the Chu family.
Cui Yiluo hardened her heart and slid her fingers down Jiang Yunjin's sleeve like the soft gurgling of a stream, holding his bony hand.
The hand that Jiang Yunjin was holding was as stiff as a pine tree, with veins and joints protruding, and he held her hand awkwardly.
"Husband, it's so cold here." Cui Yiluo urged.
He finally responded, pursed his lips lightly, nodded, and got on the carriage.
Only when the carriage door was completely closed did Cui Yiluo secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
"But you're sick?"
Cui Yiluo was untying her cloak with her head down. Her fingers that were pulling the goose yellow laces paused, a hint of vigilance flashed in her drooping eyes, and then she untied the laces as if everything was normal.
"Why do you ask that, my husband?"
"Your pulse was beating very fast just now."
His voice wasn't loud, but it resonated like thunder in his ears. Jiang Yunjin was truly perceptive; after just a few moments of holding her hand, he could sense the tension in her heart.
Was he testing her now? If he noticed anything unusual, he would definitely send someone to investigate what she had done after entering Baoming Temple. When the Cui family came to Shengjing, she wasn't calm enough, which is why he noticed something was wrong and found out everything.
Cui Yiluo's mind raced with thoughts. She calmly placed her cloak aside, facing Jiang Yunjin sideways, and said timidly, "I'm a little surprised to see my husband so suddenly."
Surprises are always pleasant surprises. Cui Yiluo didn't say it directly, but her tone and the expression on her face gave it away.
Jiang Yunjin really didn't ask any further questions, but just straightened his fingers on his knees and bent them slightly.
Cui Yiluo put her cloak away, sat up straight, and asked naturally and smoothly, "Shouldn't my husband be on duty at the government office at this hour? Why are you here at Baoming Temple?"
He stood in front of the carriage, obviously knowing that she was in the temple. Everyone in the mansion knew that she went to Baoming Temple to burn incense, so it was not surprising that he knew it, but why did he come from the government office to Baoming Temple? He couldn't have come to pick her up and take her back to the mansion. Could it be that he knew something and came here specially?
This speculation made Cui Yiluo's heart tighten and feel a little bitter.
Jiang Yun said succinctly, "I had some official business in the suburbs, and on my way back I happened to see the carriage from the palace."
It turned out to be just a coincidence. Cui Yiluo breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart sank again.
The carriage rushed through the familiar mountain forest road towards Shengjing. Cui Yiluo looked at the dead branches and yellow earth flashing by outside the window through the window paper, and suddenly remembered that last time she deliberately designed to make him miss the time when the city gate was closed, so he had to stay in the temple with her for a night. When they went down the mountain the next day, his attitude towards her had not improved. She sat in the carriage and he rode his horse far ahead.
"Yiluo."
He suddenly spoke, pulling her out of the shallow tide of memories.
His tone was a little low: "The day after tomorrow I need to leave for Yunzhou to deal with the famine issue."
Is he leaving Shengjing?
Cui Yiluo subconsciously asked, "How long will it take?"
Jiang Yunjin's eyes were heavy, and he didn't seem to want to leave Shengjing. However, it was official business after all, and he couldn't refuse. "Almost a month."
January. Then she wouldn't be able to see him before the twelfth lunar month.
Cui Yiluo suddenly felt a tightness in her chest. She didn't understand why. She longed to be away from him, but after thinking about it, it was just habit. They'd shared a bed for so many days, and suddenly there was no one beside them, it was inevitable that there would be a sense of emptiness.
Not sure if he noticed her emotions, Jiang Yunjin spoke again: "I will return to Beijing as soon as possible."
When Cui Yiluo raised her eyes again, her expression had returned to normal. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she said in a normal tone, "My husband has important business to attend to."
The incense burning in the Boshan stove placed on the table in the carriage was quiet and elegant, and the charcoal basin sometimes made a slight crackling sound, filling the empty and silent gaps.
Jiang Yunjin, who was sitting on the other side of the couch, stared at her face intently. Stars seemed to rise in his dark eyes and then quickly fall.
He would go to Yunzhou the day after tomorrow. The report about Yunzhou had been sent to his study. After dinner, Jiang Yunjin returned to his study.
"Young Master."
At the door, Wen Feng cautiously looked at the man sitting upright at the desk, writing with a flowing brush, and a wave of fear surged in his heart. The two pieces of news in a row were both the young master's most taboo, but he was loyal to the young master and had to report them.
"Enter."
Wen Feng walked into the study and stopped a few steps in front of the desk. Jiang Yunjin was busy and had no time to look at him, but this made Wen Feng even more uneasy, as if he was standing on a needle board.
"What is it?"
Wen Feng was just about to speak when he heard Jiang Yunjin ask, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Sir, not long after you and the young lady returned, another person walked out of Baoming Temple..."
As soon as the pen tip stopped, the rich ink instantly smudged a black spot on the snow-white paper, which was particularly abrupt and eye-catching.
Wen Feng's heart skipped a beat.
"Yuan Ling?"
Jiang Yunjin lowered his eyes and calmly placed the pen back on the celadon landscape pen holder. His expression could not be seen clearly with his eyes lowered, but his face was gloomy and looked like a storm was coming.
"Yes..." Wen Feng replied, then quickly reassured him, "But Commander Yuan didn't go out with the young lady. Perhaps they just happened to go to Baoming Temple to burn incense together? And Lilan has been with the young lady all day."
Although he tried to comfort her, his tone was vague and he was obviously feeling uneasy.
coincide.
Thinking of Cui Yiluo's unprecedented initiative in front of the carriage in the past few days, Jiang Yunjin's eyes became heavy.
Taking the initiative to hold his arm, hold his hand, and smile at him is not to calm down, but just because I am afraid that he will find out.
Seeing Jiang Yunjin's expression darken rapidly, Wen Feng felt even more troubled. He was just struggling over how to report the next matter when he suddenly heard Jiang Yunjin's stagnant voice echoing from the quiet study: "Compared to me, what is Yuan Ling's personality like?"
Not as old-fashioned as him, not as boring as him.
Wen Feng was shocked: "Young Master..."
"Forget it, step back." Jiang Yunjin stared at the ink spot on the snow-white paper, his whole body emitting a heavy sense of oppression. He wanted to pick up the pen again, but his other hand was gripping the paperweight with such force that it turned white.
"There's one more thing." Wen Feng saw Jiang Yunjin's emotions exposed for the first time, and he didn't dare to continue. He forced himself to say, "The young lady secretly ordered one of the guards we sent to escort the Cui family to deliver a message. The last time, that person was caught delivering a message to the young lady, and he confessed."
Jiang Yunjin nodded lightly, not surprised at all, as if he had guessed it a long time ago.
But he certainly couldn't have guessed what would happen next. Wen Feng's heart was beating fast as he continued, "That guard was the one who informed the young master when the young lady was assassinated on the mountain road..."
Wen Feng was a little puzzled at the time. This guard was not very good at martial arts, so how could he break out of the siege? Now it seems that he was not among them from the beginning, but was waiting in advance on the road that the young master had to take to return home.
Jiang Yunjin paused as he picked up the pen.
"I've checked, and those assassins were originally hired by the Young Madam... but they were replaced by the real assassins by the Fifth Prince."
After Wen Feng finished speaking, he dared not breathe.
The young lady hired someone to assassinate her, and also sent guards to inform the young master. What she did for this was almost obvious. The young master hated being plotted against the most.
"Got it. Have the guard write back to the young lady as usual."
Hearing Jiang Yunjin's voice which was obviously much gentler, Wen Feng looked up in surprise, only to see that the gloomy expression on his face had mostly disappeared, and it became bright, with a hint of joy in his eyes.
Seeing Jiang Yunjin's expression suddenly change, from a moment ago gloomy to now serene, Wen Feng almost suspected it was an illusion. This shouldn't be the case, but Jiang Yunjin's expression wasn't fake. How could someone be so happy being schemed against? And he even tolerated the guard replying as usual, clearly trying not to let anyone notice anything unusual, or perhaps he was tacitly allowing someone to eavesdrop on the news.
He was suddenly enlightened by the news, but did not dare to stay. He responded, suppressed his doubts and went out. Jiang Yunjin was the only one left in the spacious study again.
The man still sat upright in front of the desk piled with documents. The bright candlelight made his handsome face look a little gentler, and the dark shadows in his eyes were almost invisible.
In the end, she still chose him, didn't she? And from the beginning, he was her target.
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Late at night, light snow began to fall outside the carved window again. Cui Yiluo looked out through the thick silk and saw a piece of white snow covering the bluestone bricks. Her beautiful watery eyes were blank.
Unexpectedly, it snowed again the day before Jiang Yunjin left.
Amidst the falling snow, a tall figure appeared, walked around the screen wall, and strode towards the bedroom. Even though his face was blurred, his slender figure could not hide his noble air in the falling snow.
Cui Yiluo's fingertips trembled violently, and with a snap, the beads were pushed upwards, making a crisp sound.
She came to her senses and looked at the account book.
The sound of a door opening and closing was heard. Jiang Yunjin returned to his room and went straight to the bathroom. He did not go across the embroidered curtain to enter the room, so the two did not meet.
It was already midnight when he returned to his room yesterday, perhaps to prepare for his trip to Yunzhou. She had already gone to bed by then. She heard he was leaving before dawn tomorrow. Although Yunzhou was close, the journey would be arduous, so it was no wonder he returned so early tonight.
The sound of dripping water came through the gap in the door. Cui Yiluo felt that the numbers in the account book didn't add up no matter how she calculated. She fiddled with the abacus a few times, feeling depressed. She closed the account book and lay down on the bed.
Jiang Yunjin quickly came out of the bathroom. The lights reflected his tall figure, and the room suddenly became darker. Just when Cui Yiluo thought he was going to turn off all the lights, the room remained dimly lit again.
He strode towards the bed. The candlelight in the tent jumped, and Cui Yiluo's heart also jumped suddenly.
She felt a warm sensation from behind, but he didn't cover her up. Instead, he lay quietly beside her.
"When will my husband leave tomorrow?"
There was silence in the tent for a moment, "Three quarters past three in the morning."
It was earlier than his usual court time, and Cui Yiluo bit her lip.
There was silence again in the red tent. The wind and snow outside the window seemed to be stronger. It seemed that the road would be difficult to travel tomorrow.
The person beside her gently lifted the brocade quilt and got off the bed to extinguish the candle. He was perceptive and naturally knew that she didn't want to. Since the last time he was locked in the room from dusk to late at night, even missing dinner, he had been very tactful and didn't take another step beyond her.
Their relationship, once lukewarm, suddenly became a respectful couple. He had been gone for over a month, and she would probably see him again before the end of the year. Without him around to enforce the rules, and without having to worry about him noticing her checking up on her background, she should be much more relaxed.
He opened the red curtain, bringing up a breeze, and the candle flame flickered, and Cui Yiluo's mind was shaken.
In this trance-like moment, she suddenly turned around and grabbed the corner of his clothes.
Jiang Yunjin paused, his eyes turned dark in an instant, with complex emotions lingering in his eyes, and that bit of desire seemed to be brought out by those complex emotions.
Cui Yiluo's heart sank. Looking at her fingers clutching the corner of his clothes, regret surged up like a tide. She immediately loosened the corner of his clothes and took it back.
But he would not allow her to regret her move, and as soon as her fingers loosened, a big hand grabbed her slender wrist.
Before she could react, her jaw was held down and a shadow pressed down like a huge wave, kissing her lips.
With the surge of repression released, he was even more powerful than last time, and he kept going straight.
The wind and snow outside the window were getting stronger and stronger. The fine snow was blown up by the wind and slapped madly against the tightly closed doors and windows, but it could not get in at all. The candlelight in the house swayed and jumped, lighting the only ray of light in the snowy night.
The candle lightly popped a spark, and the short sound was quickly swallowed up by the wind and snow.
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The author has something to say: I'm afraid I'll go crazy when I come back [狗头]
It's not long before I go crazy. The progress bar can't be held back. There are about two or three chapters left.
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