Jian Yuyan had never stayed overnight at Yan Yiming's place, nor did he tell Yan Yiming that he would come, but Yan Yiming left a light on for him.
Jian Yuyan's footsteps couldn't help but become lighter. When he entered the yard, he found that the dim light was still on in Yan Yiming's room, and the thin figure of a woman was faintly visible.
It was already past three o'clock in the morning, but Yan Yiming had not yet rested. He sat alone at the table in a single layer of clothes, staring at the candlelight in front of him in a daze.
A faint candlelight and a thin figure, Jian Yuyan suddenly remembered that not long ago, Yan Yiming said that she was sold away from her family on such a quiet night. Whenever she closed her eyes at night, time always seemed so hard to bear.
It turns out that this is how A Ming got through every sleepless night.
Suddenly, Jian Yuyan felt a sharp pain in his heart.
When Yan Yiming walked over gently, he was probably thinking about something and didn't notice until Jian Yuyan took him into his arms from behind. Then he froze suddenly, and then when he saw the familiar face, he slowly relaxed his body, his voice could not hide his surprise,
"Why is the young master here?"
Jian Yuyan did not answer. He wrapped her frozen body, and asked her, "Why don't you sleep?"
"…I slept too much during the day and don't feel like sleeping now."
Jian Yuyan sighed. Why was she so stubborn? She said she didn’t want to sleep, but it was obvious that she couldn’t sleep. He didn’t even notice it.
"It's so cold, why don't you put on some clothes?" Jian Yuyan held Yan Yiming's icy hands, but he didn't expect that he would still say stubbornly, "It's not cold...ah!"
Yan Yiming was suddenly picked up by Jian Yuyan, and he exclaimed and hurriedly put his arms around Jian Yuyan's neck.
Jian Yuyan held her in his arms and walked straight to the warm room. He went straight to the bed, gently placed her on the bed, and wrapped her tightly with the quilt. Yan Yiming shuddered as her body suddenly became warm. Jian Yuyan pinched her cheeks amusedly.
"You said it's not cold, be careful of catching a cold."
"I've gotten used to it, so I'm not that weak anymore." Yan Yiming grabbed the quilt with both hands, opened his beautiful almond eyes and looked at Jian Yuyan who was sitting beside the bed and said, "Sir, are you still leaving tonight?"
Jian Yuyan didn't say anything.
Yan Yiming lifted the quilt and sat up, burying his face in Jian Yuyan's back. He put his arms around his waist and moved his hands restlessly towards his lower abdomen.
"Don't leave tonight, stay here, okay?"
Jian Yuyan grabbed Yan Yiming's moving hand with one hand, turned around and pushed him back onto the bed and wrapped him tightly with a quilt, "Stop making trouble."
Jian Yuyan held her body tightly, her cheek pressed against his chest, and she could even hear his slightly rapid heartbeat. Yan Yiming chuckled, raised his head and bit Jian Yuyan's collarbone. Yan Yiming's breath was on her neck, ambiguous and seductive, "Sir... don't you want to..."
Jian Yuyan sighed, lowered his head, pinched her chin, kissed her rosy lips, and after tossing and turning for a long time, he gently touched her again before saying, "I won't leave. I'll stay here with you. Don't make trouble anymore. Go to sleep."
Yan Yiming immediately calmed down and closed his eyes.
As the night deepened, Yan Yiming's breathing gradually became steady and he fell into a deep sleep, but Jian Yuyan was still awake.
Then, in the dim candlelight, Jian Yuyan stared at Yan Yiming's eyebrows for a long time, and gently stroked her cheek with his fingers. When he reached the location of the red mole, he paused for a long time and covered the red mole with his thumb.
Yan Yiming seemed to be asleep and unaware of anything. He had an unknown dream and buried his head in Jian Yuyan's chest.
The hand covering the red mole was pushed away, and Jian Yuyan's hand froze in place, somewhat helpless. After a long time, he touched Yan Yiming's smooth long hair and finally closed his eyes.
It was as if a gust of wind blew through the room. The candlelight trembled for a while and finally went out.
After turning off the lights, Little Apple returned to Yan Yiming and dozed off, "Go to bed quickly, I'm so sleepy."
"Sleep." After waiting for most of the night and accompanying Jian Yuyan for most of the night, Yan Yiming, who was already very sleepy, broke free from Jian Yuyan's arms, "Good night, Apple."
"……good evening."
Jian Yuyan returned to his previous self and came to see Yan Yiming every day, but what made the other people in Meiyuan most jealous was that from that day on, Jian Yuyan would not only come here during the day, but also rest here at night.
This made Yu Mei and others, who thought Yan Yiming had fallen out of favor and were waiting to see a good show, go crazy.
What kind of magic potion did Yan Yiming use to trick Jian Yuyan? What did Mr. Jian see in her? Appearance, voice, or ability to serve in bed?
Jian Yuyan had never maintained such a long-term interest in a woman. Even the Xiao Jiangxian who was famous in the capital at that time could not keep Jian Yuyan for three days. However, Yan Yiming kept such a man by his side for two months!
The weather was getting warmer, and Jian Yuyan was no longer around. He just came to the Plum Garden to see her. If he had time, he would personally take her to go boating on the lake and paint on the pleasure boat.
Jian Yuyan, the most outstanding young master in the capital, has an outstanding family background and good looks, and his paintings of beauties are the object of much scramble.
Each stroke was exquisite. Yan Yiming stretched his legs impatiently. Jian Yuyan put down the brush in his hand and walked over with a smile, "Are you bored?"
"A little bit," Yan Yiming said, turning over and sitting up from the couch, resting his head on Jian Yuyan's legs and laughing, "Take a break before painting. I'll sing a song for you, okay? What do you want to hear, sir? How about "Oleander"? "
After saying that, she started singing without waiting for Jian Yuyan to choose, "My love has so much beauty in my heart, I gently embrace her, her soft breasts are full of spring love..."
Jian Yuyan glanced at Yan Yiming who was singing wildly and said, "Change the song."
After a while.
"All kinds of idle talk can also be singing. Listen to me singing Eighteen Touches... Ah, I won't sing anymore. It's itchy... Let's just continue painting..."
The boat glided across the silent lake, and occasionally a melodious sound could be heard, which then suddenly disappeared, leaving only the woman's cheerful laughter.
The painting was already 90% complete. The woman in the painting had a beautiful face, thin eyebrows, and red lips, but there was a red mole missing at the end of her eye.
Yan Yiming pretended not to see it, and turned to ask Jian Yuyan, "Sir, can you give me this painting?"
"I'll give it to you when I finish painting it."
When getting off the boat, Jian Yuyan took the veil to cover her beautiful face. Yan Yiming blinked and asked, "Why do you have to wear a veil?"
Jian Yuyan's expression remained unchanged, "Because I don't want others to see it."
Yan Yiming had a smile in his eyes. He moved closer and asked him teasingly in his good voice, "Sir, do you just want to watch it by yourself?"
Jian Yuyan looked at her cunning eyes and raised his eyebrows, then leaned over and bit her as punishment, "Isn't it enough for me to see it alone?"
"Now... it's enough." Yan Yiming took the veil from Jian Yuyan's hand and put it on himself, "I will listen to you, Master."
Jian Yuyan suddenly felt a little guilty. He asked Yan Yiming to cover his face because he really didn't want others to see it. But it was not because of the love words he had just said, but because he didn't want others to know that Yan Yiming looked very much like Jian Yuer.
Don't want people who are familiar with Jian Yuer to see Yan Yiming.
He didn't want Jian Yuer to know that he was hanging out with a woman who looked very much like her every day.
He was talking nonsense, but the woman in front of him never doubted him. Jian Yuyan suddenly felt that he was too despicable for dragging such an innocent woman into this. He looked at the somewhat lost woman and coaxed her gently,
"Don't call me Master anymore."
"What should I call you then?" Yan Yiming laughed. "Jian Lang? Yu Lang? Yan Lang?"
Jian Yuyan laughed. He couldn't stand this little bitch teasing him all the time, so he started to say something naughty, "Why don't you call me Brother Qing?"
"My dear brother, that's too boring. Many people must have called him that." Yan Yiming sneered, looking up at Jian Yuyan with seductive eyes, "Why not just call him Brother Yan?"
Jian Yuyan's heartbeat suddenly stopped, and he had missed the time to refuse in his distraction. Yan Yiming pulled his arm and said, "Brother Yan, a few days ago, Yu Jinlou sent someone to say that the clothes are ready. Can you stop by on your way back later?"
"Brother Yan?"
Every time Yan Yiming called him brother, Jian Yuyan's heart would tremble. He would meet her gaze and smile gently, "Okay, I'll listen to you in everything."
Yujinlou is a very luxurious tailor shop in the capital. Both the fabrics and the craftsmen are top-notch. Those who can come here are either rich or noble. Even though the craftsmen in the palace look down on Yan Yiming, they still make the clothes exquisitely for Jian Yuyan's sake.
Seeing Jian Yuyan and Yan Yiming coming together, the shopkeeper hurriedly invited Jian Yuyan to have tea and asked someone to take Yan Yiming to try on dresses.
The moon-white gauze skirt, with the belt and collar cuffs all embroidered with silver thread, looked luxurious and exquisite. The shopkeeper thought that although this girl was of a lowly status, her temperament was really excellent. However, the veil blocked her face, so one could only see her eyebrows and eyes but not her whole appearance.
Master Jian really dotes on her. Before, except for Miss Jian, Master Jian has never brought any other woman here.
After sending the two away, Miss Jian and Mr. Jiang came in. They hurriedly went upstairs. The shopkeeper personally greeted them and said casually, "If Miss had come earlier, she would have met Mr. Jian."
"Brother?" Jian Yuer was surprised.
"Yes, Master Jian just left. Hey, here he is. You can still see him."
Jian Yuer was standing by the window, and when she lowered her head she saw Jian Yuyan and a slender woman walking out of Yujin Building. Jian Yuyan was wearing a blue brocade robe today, and the woman was wearing a moon-white long skirt. The two of them were walking together, and from the back they looked very well matched.
"I don't know which family the girl is from. My brother hasn't told me yet," Jian Yuer said softly. No wonder she hadn't seen her brother these days. It turned out that he had someone he liked.
For some reason, Jian Yuer felt a little sad.
"What kind of lady is that? She's just an opera singer..."
Jian Yuer suddenly raised her head, and after the shopkeeper left, she frowned and said, "I've heard from others that my brother always likes to play with these prostitutes, but I've never seen it. It turns out it's all true. Are these women... really that good?"
"Many prostitutes are poor people who have fallen into this situation after their families fell into poverty," Jiang Yi said. He had a humble status since childhood and did not look down on these women like other scholars.
Jiang Yi looked at Jian Yuyan and Yan Yiming. When he was about to turn around, the woman suddenly turned around and looked straight in his direction. There was no trace of surprise in her eyes when she saw Jiang Yi, and she even smiled.
Jiang Yi was slightly stunned.
When he looked again, the woman had turned her head away, just as if the previous glance was an illusion, just as if the woman's certainty that she had known he was here was also an illusion.
Jian Yuyan sent Yan Yiming back to the Plum Garden, and stayed there almost all day for the next few days. After several days, he returned to the Jian Mansion. After a while, he heard some noise. He looked up and found that it was Jian Yuer, whom he hadn't spoken for some days.
"Yu'er," Jian Yuyan's heart skipped a beat, and his voice became gentler involuntarily, "But is there anything you want me to do?"
Jian Yuer's eyes were a little hurt. Could it be that she could only come to him when she had something to do? Biting her rosy lips, Jian Yuer raised her head and said slowly,
"My brother hasn't been home for a long time..."
Jian Yuyan noticed Jian Yuer's hurt look, and suddenly felt guilty, "I have something important to do recently."
"Then why don't you come home even at night?"
Jian Yuyan was silent for a moment, "Yuer, did you hear something?"
Jian Yuer opened her mouth, perhaps thinking that Jian Yuyan would ask so directly, she suddenly felt a little afraid of Jian Yuyan, afraid that he would no longer listen to her like before, but she couldn't let Jian Yuyan degenerate like this.
"I... I went to Yujinlou that day and happened to see my brother leaving with a woman. The shopkeeper of Yujinlou said that she was an actress from Meiyuan..." Jian Yuer said with some difficulty, "My brother hasn't married yet. This really... really hurts my brother's reputation."
Jian Yuyan didn't say anything. He originally thought that he would be very happy when he learned that Yu'er was looking for him, but after understanding what Jian Yu'er meant, he didn't feel the slightest joy.
He wanted to find a topic to stop talking about this matter, but Jian Yuer was extremely persistent.
"Yu'er came to look for brother these days but couldn't find him. Daddy is a little unhappy. From now on, brother, can you please not...see those people again..."
Jian Yuyan looked at her solemnly, "Yu'er, don't you like me like this?"
Jian Yuer nodded with red eyes.
Jian Yuyan was silent for a long time and finally agreed.
"good."
The author has something to say: Nangong Xuan's story simply tells that love is not something you can buy if you want to.
Jian Yuyan's story is probably about who takes who seriously and who ends up killing whom.
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