Chapter 20 How could Mother not have done it on purpose?
How could Yan Heng not have done it on purpose?
When he first entered the military camp, he had not yet been crowned. Even though his family had been a family of scholars for generations, there were still some doubts about him. The dark color was heavy and steady, which could eliminate his youthfulness. Later, as he made many military achievements, the doubts disappeared, but he had long been accustomed to the dark color.
After all, the person who said he looked so handsome in lake blue has long since left.
He was disheartened. After so many years, he thought he had forgotten her long ago. When they met again, he tried to hide his feelings for a long time until that snowy day.
The northwest is bitterly cold, with endless winters covered in snow.
Ji Yunchan swayed in the wind and fell, like a swallow with broken wings falling from a tree.
As Yan Heng was dying in his arms, all he was left with was endless panic.
If she died now, how would he live the rest of his life?
From that moment on, Yan Heng decided to put aside the past grudges.
She is only willing to share the good times but not the bad times. Everyone in the world is like this, seeking profit and avoiding harm. If loyalty is not rare, why is it praised?
It’s not a big deal, he always guarantees that there will be no hardship in the future.
Yan Heng easily convinced himself.
He has always been careful in his work, and he immediately thought of his two rivals, Tanhua and Zheng Xiucai.
Yan Heng pondered for a while, thinking that although these two people came from very different backgrounds, they looked similar, both of them were thin.
Thinking of this, Yan Heng felt a rare sense of suffocation.
General Yan, born into a family of military generals, is proficient in both civil and military strategies. He has been surrounded by people since he was a child and has held a high position at a young age. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a child of destiny.
Then this gifted child stood in front of the dressing mirror for half an hour, with an expressionless face and a very bad mood.
There was no other reason, it was just that he had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a tall and straight figure. He looked heroic and had no trace of a weak scholar.
He changed into a light blue outfit, which barely resembled his old appearance, but still had nothing to do with the word "scholar".
Yan Heng thought unhappily, what's so good about being a scholar who takes the imperial examination? Ji Yunchan just likes this hexagram, and he really can't imitate it.
......
Back at this time, Chang Sui quietly retreated.
Yan Heng looked at Ji Yunchan for a moment and thought it was strange that she was wearing a maid's clothes.
Looking up, I saw that her face was still a little pale and her cheeks were less fleshy.
She was already thin, and now she's even thinner. Yan Heng pursed his lips, a little unhappy, and thought about how to make her lose weight.
Looking up further, he saw that her eyes were misty, flashing with tiny, complex emotions, like clouds of smoke, and she looked at him affectionately.
Looks like he's about to cry.
Yan Heng sneered and put down the book in his hand: "Why, are you so moved that you want to cry?"
This familiar concern hidden in the questioning was just like before, making the bitter taste in her nose even stronger.
This can't be done. Ji Yunchan said to herself, you can't pretend nothing happened, you can't forget the hurt you caused him, and accept his kindness with peace of mind.
Those years spanning Beijing and Shuozhou all really happened.
She couldn't even confess her feelings, but she subconsciously felt aggrieved when facing Yan Heng. Even Ji Yunchan felt that she was being unreasonable.
I had to shake my head to cover it up, and then nodded halfway through.
She suppressed her nasal tone and bowed to Yan Heng, "I pay my respects to the general and thank him for saving my life."
Yan Heng just felt a little tender, but was suddenly upset by the call of "slave".
He hummed a dull "hmm," then lowered his head, spread out the paper, flattened it, and weighed it down with a paperweight, ready to write.
When he looked up again, he saw Ji Yunchan still in that position. He paused and said, "What are you standing there for? Come here."
Ji Yunchan took an inaudible breath and walked step by step to Yan Heng's side. The closer she got, the more her eyes became sore from the familiar look.
Fortunately, Yan Heng didn't look up, but just asked her to grind the ink.
Ji Yunchan responded, her hands holding the ink stick trembling slightly. She tried her best to control herself, grinding the ink steadily, and slowly calming herself down.
Grinding ink is not a big deal. Tell her to go and look at Yan Heng's calligraphy when she has time.
When they were young, they had similar interests and practiced the same calligraphy. Now, several years have passed and she has long neglected calligraphy, while Yan Heng, perhaps because of his experience on the battlefield, has a bit more calmness and decisiveness in his calligraphy, making it different from hers.
Ji Yunchan was slightly distracted when she saw him write the last few words in one go. He then put down his pen, picked it up, and looked at it from left to right, as if he was not satisfied.
......
In fact, Yan Heng was far from being as calm as he appeared.
Even though I tried my best to restrain myself, I still felt extremely slow in writing.
It took him only a quarter of an hour to write the page, but it felt like two hours had passed.
After he finished writing, he picked up the paper and looked at his handwriting, wondering what a mess it was.
Practicing calligraphy really requires a calm mind, and the predecessors were right.
It is indeed undesirable to have a red-sleeved woman by your side, no wonder it is criticized by people.
After thinking about it, I rejected it all. I thought it was still a kind of interest and it would make people happy after all.
So Yan Heng happily folded the piece of calligraphy and put it aside.
The girl was completely unaware that he had complained so much in his mind. She only noticed that he was not writing smoothly. When she looked up at him, she was a little puzzled, as if wondering why he stopped after writing only one page.
Yes, given Ji Yunchan's personality, she would think it was no big deal and just keep writing, especially since there was still a lot of ink left.
Yan Heng really admires her for this.
But he never does this, and rather than writing himself, Yan Heng would rather watch her write a few words. He wants to catch a glimpse of the good times of their childhood sweethearts through her words and her figure writing.
So he stood up and went to the bookshelf behind him to look for a book, and said, "Ji Yunchan, write a letter for me."
"Hey." Ji Yunchan responded, not noticing anything unusual.
She stood inside the desk, dipped her pen, and prepared to write.
He kept this posture and waited for two breaths, but heard no one speaking. He looked up with some confusion, and saw Yan Heng taking out a copy of "Thousand Character Classic".
Ji Yunchan:?
Yan Heng was not looking for any book, he was just pretending to be busy. However, after telling a lie, he had to tell countless lies to cover it up. He stood in front of the bookshelf, thinking hard about who to write the letter to, and did not even bother to choose a book.
After making eye contact with Ji Yunchan, Yan Heng subconsciously glanced at the book cover.
Yan Heng: ...
Fortunately, General Yan was as thick-skinned as a city wall. He steeled himself and called out to the door without changing his expression: "Chang Sui."
Chang Sui walked in, lowered his brows and eyes, waiting for instructions.
Yan Heng casually tossed the book into Chang Sui's arms, as if it were a hot potato. "Didn't you say you wanted to learn a few words? This book is a reward for you."
Chang Sui then looked up in confusion and opened his mouth.
He has been accompanying his master in reading since he was young, so how could he be illiterate? What is going on?
When he met Yan Heng's gaze, he swallowed his words.
The master said he was illiterate, so he was illiterate.
Chang Sui knelt down to express his gratitude: "Thank you for the reward, Master. I will definitely study hard."
"Go down." Yan Heng gave the order with a relieved tone, and when he was halfway through breathing a sigh of relief, he suddenly jumped again - did Ji Yunchan know that Changsui could recognize words?
He racked his brains and thought about it, but he couldn't be sure. Although they didn't go to the same school, they were very close, so it was inevitable that she would know.
Yan Heng prided himself on being meticulous, but now that he had experienced the confusion caused by excessive concern, he could only laugh at himself in embarrassment.
Still feeling uneasy, he turned around and saw Ji Yunchan standing behind the desk, holding a pen and waiting for him to speak.
It's almost unlike her to be so docile.
Yan Heng walked over and paced two steps behind him.
The more he looked at her, the more he disliked her. He simply pressed down on her shoulders, and when she sat down under the force, he felt much better. He said with satisfaction, "Sit here and write."
Ji Yunchan felt her shoulders sink, and an irresistible force forced her to sit down.
Caught off guard, she was startled for a moment, then realized the thoughtfulness of the gesture, and nodded obediently and did as she was told.
When Yan Heng withdrew his hand, he felt a little abrupt.
Apart from lending a hand, this was the first time I met Ji Yunchan.
He curled his knuckles and glanced at Ji Yunchan sitting there upright. He nodded slightly in response to her words, looking as obedient as possible.
I also learned to act good.
Yan Heng felt a surge of evil interest in his heart. He thought that asking Ji Yunchan to be his maid might be beneficial. Even if she saw something, she would just shut up and not scold him.
Then I couldn't help but wonder, did she figure it out? She's so smart.
Now it is impossible to verify whether it can be seen or not.
The evil taste disappeared in a flash, and Yan Heng felt disappointed, so he might as well have scolded him.
......
In fact, Yan Heng was completely overthinking it, because Ji Yunchan was the same.
If you care too much, you will become confused and lose your usual alertness.
So when faced with this poor, flawed excuse, she didn't think too deeply about it.
But Yan Heng didn't speak for a long time, so Ji Yunchan gently reminded him, "General, please speak."
Yan Heng came back to his senses and, with gritted teeth, began to make up a story: "...from my mother herself."
Ji Yunchan paused and did not write immediately.
The image of Yan Mu's kind face emerged in her mind. She remembered that she always cared about whether she was happy or not, and whether she was bullied by that bad boy in her family... It was all pure sincerity from the bottom of her heart, but she had let down such sincerity.
She was filled with shame and begged for mercy in a low voice: "How can this servant write a letter to the general?"
Yan Heng stood aside, watching. He was just thinking that it would be a pleasure to watch a girl dip her pen and pick it up, when he heard the harsh words "slave" and endured it for a moment before saying, "Your handwriting is 90% similar to mine, so why not?"
His eyes fell on the blank page and he said casually, "Besides, how do you know what kind of letter I want to write?"
Seeing Yan Heng's determination, Ji Yunchan couldn't refute him and replied in a low voice: "General, you are right."
She picked up the pen almost reverently and wrote the four words "From my mother".
.....
Yan Heng stared at the four words and felt pleased.
I couldn't help but scold myself for being useless. Yanheng, oh Yanheng, you are too easy to please.
The secret feeling of pleasure lingered for a long time until he realized that Ji Yunchan had a bad temper... and was not willing to coax him at all.
In just a moment, I comforted myself optimistically that there was no need to rush and there was still a long way to go.
It went up and down several times, vividly demonstrating what it means to change one's face faster than turning the pages of a book, and I was completely unaware of it.
He sneered in his heart and made up a story: "I read the letter my mother sent me before. I ate the smoked duck that came with it. It tasted good. I didn't eat the duck offal. It tasted really weird. I have never liked these organs. You know that. You insisted on asking me to taste them. Don't send them next time..."
Ji Yunchan had no idea that Yan Heng wrote to his parents in this style.
She gradually let go of her psychological burden and listened to Yan Heng's story. It seemed as if she could see the scene of the mother goose feeding the ducks through his slightly magnetic low voice.
"...How are Dad and Agui? I'm fine, don't worry too much. I'll be back next year, don't worry."
He rambled on and on about everything, talking about whatever came to mind, for seven or eight pages, all of which were about daily trivialities.
When Ji Yunchan finally put down her pen, she saw Yan Heng grinding ink for her.
He held the ink stick carved with bamboo in his hand, swirling it in circles slowly and leisurely, which was inexplicably pleasing to the eyes.
The atmosphere was so harmonious that she felt trance-like. For a moment, she mistakenly believed that she and Yan Heng were a newly married couple who were in great love with each other.
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