Chapter 2 Don't Follow Me Ji Yunchan didn't think...
Ji Yunchan had thought about reuniting with Yan Heng.
Thinking about his comeback, he questioned her why she was so cruel.
Thinking that she was also down and out, they met on the street and she paid him back with her body.
The only thing that shouldn’t be the current scene.
When she was at her lowest and most frustrated, he looked down at her from top to bottom, as if looking at the moss between the cracks of a brick.
Without saying a word.
Ji Yunchan's face turned pale and she gradually became desperate.
It was almost a ridiculous contest.
Yan Heng knew very well that the person kneeling on the ground was the best at it, but he just didn't have the patience.
He clenched the whip in his hand and lifted Ji Yunchan's chin up.
Caught off guard, Ji Yunchan met Yan Heng's cold eyes.
The snow fluttered down on his black cloak, just like the day when he put the plum blossom on her, but it was more dangerous and fierce than before.
The tenderness of the past in those familiar, handsome eyes was gone, leaving only unbridled scrutiny.
Is it retribution?
Ji Yunchan couldn't stop trembling.
As if sensing this trembling, Yan Heng finally condescended to let go.
In a tone that was both indifferent and mocking, he said the first words to her after their reunion:
"Ji Yunchan, how are you?"
Ji Yunchan's dark pupils suddenly dilated for a moment.
Snow fell on her long eyelashes, which trembled unconsciously. Soon the snow was melted into water by her body temperature, making her eyes wet.
She opened her mouth, but her throat felt dry and she couldn't say anything.
For a moment, the only sound between heaven and earth was the rustling sound of falling snow.
The prefect Wang Yuan watched the entire confrontation from the side.
The master, who usually did everything carelessly, was now aggressive, while the tough beauty, whom he had just conquered and had not yet tasted, was now bent over, looking as if she could not dodge.
It was obvious that the two of them were old acquaintances.
Or they are old acquaintances who either have a deep blood feud or a deep love.
But Wang Yuan was not sure whether she was a mortal enemy or an old lover.
But no matter which one it is, this little beauty is not lucky enough to enjoy it.
Thinking of this, Wang Zhizhou felt a pity and had a toothache. He glared at Liu Guanshi silently and viciously.
Butler Liu lowered his head and cold sweat suddenly broke out in his body in the freezing weather.
The plum branches couldn't bear the weight and drooped and swayed a few times.
The falling snow was blown by the wind, scattered all around, and landed all over Ji Yunchan's head.
Yan Heng's gaze remained on her, sizing her up inch by inch. "After so many years, Miss Ji is truly a forgetful person."
The cold voice was even colder than the wind tonight. It was straightforward and there was no sarcasm in the tone.
After saying this, he seemed to have lost interest, raised his eyes again, and said to the prefect Wang Yuan beside him:
"Master Wang, let's go."
Treat it indifferently, as if it were a person you met by chance or a fallen leaf.
If you don’t care, there will naturally be no love or hate.
Yan Heng is not even the kind of person who would deliberately step on a dead leaf.
Ji Yunchan could hardly bear this kind of indifference.
She lowered her head in panic, her voice hoarse as she called his name: "Yan Heng..."
An insignificant sound was added to the wind and disappeared silently.
The riding boots had already turned, and the corners of the black clothes were blown towards this side by the wind, passing in front of Ji Yunchan's eyes.
——Yuanyuan, please hold the corner of my clothes.
Weeping willows covered with glittering rime, the dazzling night sky, the deafening roar of fireworks... Smiling eyes reflected the bright light, deep and magnetic, but the tone was rising, with a hint of helplessness:
——Isn’t it enough for me to beg you?
——When I get angry with you, you must come and hold my hand.
Ji Yunchan felt astringent and swollen in her heart.
But...but now he is no longer angry with her.
Even if I hold on to this piece of clothing tightly, it will only be like a stumbling block, causing him to frown with a hint of disgust.
Ji Yunchan didn't think she had the energy to bear Yan Heng's expression.
So she used all her strength to suppress the urge to grab the corner of the clothes.
Wang Yuan, who originally thought that the two had a close relationship, hesitated for a moment. He didn't expect Yan Heng to lose interest so quickly. He wanted to test it again: "This spring scenery all over the garden..."
Yan Heng interrupted: "No need, let's start the meal."
Wang Yuan had no choice but to give up.
"please."
He made an inviting gesture and led Yan Heng to the main hall.
Ji Yunchan remained in that kneeling position, staring intently at Yan Heng's figure as he walked away.
He still stood tall and straight, and even in a crowd, he was the most eye-catching one. The hardships of the wind and sand at the border did not make him sink, but instead made him more successful, making him more outstanding and adding the spirit of a decisive and ruthless general.
She had known it for a long time, Ji Yunchan thought sadly. Whatever she had to try her best to accomplish, Yan Heng could always do it easily.
Compared to her past, Yan Heng should be the one with a good reputation.
He conquered twelve cities in a row and became a god in one battle. This is exactly what he should be like.
His own unfaithfulness and taking advantage of others when they are down is almost his only stain.
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There was constant talking and laughter at the banquet in the main hall.
There was a floor heater in the hall, making it warm. Maids served a variety of delicacies from land and sea like flowing water. There was singing and dancing, and the food and wine were delicious. It was a very pleasant experience.
Yan Heng sat at the top, receiving congratulations from officials of the state. He responded casually but did not smile, still with that unpredictable expression.
As the wine flowed, Wang Yuan sat in the second seat, secretly observing the expression of the killer god, and waved his hand to call his confidant over.
His eyelids pressed against his eyes, which were uneven under the lamplight, and he whispered:
"Call the one kneeling in the courtyard to come in and serve the superior."
The servant agreed and left. Wang Yuan raised his heavy eyelids and glanced at Yan Heng who was sitting in the main seat. Then he retracted his gaze, hummed in his throat, and felt quite relieved. He shook his head, and used his fat hands to pick up the chopsticks to pick up the shiny roast goose in front of him.
Yan Heng was a little absent-minded.
Hezhou officials, both big and small, were all there. In such an occasion, it was all about recognizing faces. To put it nicely, it was about making friends, but to put it bluntly...
Yan Heng bent his knuckles and tapped the table occasionally.
He spent a lot of time in the crowd and felt that he had nothing to do with the word "aloof". Moreover, there was no need for him to curry favor in this situation.
As for Ji Yunchan, I had long forgotten about her.
If it weren't for this episode tonight, he would have never... Yan Heng picked up the wine, his expression was completely different from loneliness, and he took a sip.
The wine was too weak and tasteless.
The whistling of the north wind could be heard faintly through the conversation in the hall. Yan Heng's hand holding the wine cup paused slightly. When he raised his eyes, the red plum blossoms in the celadon vase on the table caught his eye.
Deceiving oneself.
He couldn't bear it any longer, so he put down the wine cup in his hand and made a gesture.
The confidant came forward and said, "General."
Yan Heng paused, his eyes sweeping over the prefect who was chatting and laughing with the officials below him, and said with restraint, "Go and find out the whole story of Ji Yunchan's appearance here."
The subordinates withdrew as instructed.
Yan Heng rubbed the empty wine cup twice and was about to pick up the pot to pour wine when the pot was picked up by a pair of hands.
They were a pair of women's hands, with slender fingers and well-proportioned flesh and bones, but there were red and swollen chilblains on the knuckles and the backs of the hands, which destroyed two or three percent of the original fair beauty.
It was these hands that filled his wine cup.
Yan Heng didn't move, staring at the hand indifferently.
"I will pour the wine for the general."
Until Ji Yunchan said in a low, trembling voice.
Yan Heng then picked up the wine cup, but did not drink. He put it to his lips and looked at her.
The hall was brighter than the yard. Ji Yunchan, wearing a thin maid's dress, knelt beside him with her eyes lowered and her brows lowered. Her expression could not be seen clearly, and her body was trembling slightly.
Coming in suddenly from the icy and snowy outside, and wearing such thin clothes, it was inevitable that she would shiver. She just didn't know how she would look in Yan Heng's eyes.
She pinched her palms hard, but couldn't stop.
Yan Heng gradually frowned, and opened his thin lips slightly: "Who asked you to come?"
"Your servant..."
Ji Yunchan was trembling all over, and she was halfway through her words when Yan Heng interrupted her impatiently:
"never mind."
Ji Yunchan looked up in confusion, with a hint of doubt in her eyes. Her previously wet eyelashes were smoked by the heat, and took on a watery sheen, making her look quite pitiful and unaware.
When Yan Heng saw this look, he immediately sneered.
"Don't act pitiful in front of me, Ji Yunchan."
As he spoke, he felt upset.
He simply took off his cloak and threw it towards Ji Yunchan, covering her face.
"I've had enough of your tricks."
While she was tidying up the clothes in her arms, he drank the wine in one gulp, stood up and walked out.
When Yan Heng stood up, the officials accompanying him also stood up. They looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what made him unhappy.
Seeing this, the prefect hurried forward, his eyes swept over Ji Yunchan behind him, but his words were insincere:
"General, do you think this maidservant is not serving you well? That's fine, that's fine."
As he spoke, he kindly gestured to the steward behind him, "Go and serve the general yourself."
Yan Heng ignored him and stared at him with a threatening look.
The prefect was a little frightened for a moment, shrank his neck, and dared not continue.
Yan Heng then withdrew his gaze, smiled calmly, looked around, and said to everyone, "Everyone, have fun. I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave."
After saying this, he walked out of the banquet hall amid the voices of people seeing him off.
The prefect was still frightened and breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing the black cloak in Ji Yunchan's arms, he gave her a look and ordered, "Go and see the general off."
Ji Yunchan's heart was in a mess. She simply stopped thinking and resigned herself to her fate, jogging out in a hurry.
It was still freezing outside, but the cloak was thick, and even holding it like that, Ji Yunchan felt much warmer, and she gradually stopped shivering.
"General."
She called out hesitantly, but the person in front of her showed no intention of stopping.
He was tall and took big steps, so Ji Yunchan could hardly keep up with him. She followed him through several courtyards, walked to the outside of the prefectural government office, and mounted his horse.
Just when Ji Yunchan thought that she could no longer catch up, a man who looked like a guard came from afar and hurried to Yan Heng.
Ji Yunchan recognized him.
That was Chang Sui, who had been a bodyguard to Yan Heng since childhood. He was full of bad ideas and was always scolded by General Yan.
Chang Sui was also a little surprised to see Ji Yunchan, but then he regained his composure, bowed to Yan Heng on his horse, and whispered something in his ear.
......
"really?"
Yan Heng almost squeezed out these two words from his teeth.
"It's absolutely true." Chang Sui whispered, "I asked the nearest neighbor. After the Ji family was exiled here, Madam Ji's health has been deteriorating. Today she vomited blood."
"That room is like an ice cellar, with drafts everywhere."
He carefully glanced at his master's expression, "Miss Ji must be desperate, so..."
Yan Heng remained silent and turned to look at Ji Yunchan who was standing quietly not far behind.
She was facing the light and couldn't see his expression.
He could see everything about her.
Seeing her standing there quietly, covered in snow, she looked up at him when he turned around, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something -
Yan Heng turned around heartlessly without waiting for her to speak.
He lowered his gaze and gave Chang Sui a few instructions in a low voice.
Then he pulled the reins and was about to leave.
"Yan Heng!"
Behind him, Ji Yunchan walked hurriedly.
The road was slippery and she stumbled, about to fall.
Yan Heng grabbed her arm fiercely, waited for her to stand firm, and then quickly withdrew his hand.
Without waiting for Ji Yunchan to speak, he spoke coldly and with a heart as hard as stone:
"Ji Yunchan, stop following me."
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