Chapter 7 I Just Don’t Love You The night wind carries a few wisps of…
The night wind blew past a few clumps of straw, making rustling sounds. The street was empty.
Her nose felt sore for a moment, then she turned around as if nothing had happened.
When I read strange stories, I was afraid of imaginary ghosts, but now I am afraid of real people.
In the border areas, prostitutes and thieves are rampant at night, and there are sounds of night owls flapping their wings and wailing that are ominous.
The night wind filled every part of my body, and the fear made me feel dizzy.
At this moment, she didn't care whether she should think about it or not, she just held on tightly to the corner that made her feel most at ease.
Yan Heng, Yan Heng, Yan Heng.
Yanheng, I'm so scared.
Ji Yunchan looked up at the moon.
Don't be afraid, Yuanyuan.
She took a deep breath and felt as if the cloak she had returned today was weighing on her shoulders.
She really wasn't that scared anymore.
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The distance from the east to the west of the city is not close. Yan Heng walked quickly for a moment and saw the slender figure in the distance.
It gets dark early in Shuozhou. There are only a few lights on the streets, and the sound of dogs barking can be heard from afar.
The border area is crowded with people and it is not peaceful at night.
There is no one around.
Yan Heng thought expressionlessly that she was quite courageous.
A defenseless woman could be kidnapped by a few beggars on the street. Hadn't she suffered enough? She was so careless that she didn't realize she was being followed.
Or, let him tie her back.
Yan Heng was within ten steps, and his eyes deepened.
The delicate flowers grown in wealthy villages are too colorful. When they fall into this desolate place, they are already eye-catching. Without protection, anyone can covet them.
So why can't he?
What's more, it should have been his.
Dangerous thoughts spread in his mind, and Yan Heng followed not too far away, maintaining a distance that allowed him to take action in time without being discovered.
But the person he was about to break suddenly stopped for a moment and looked up at the moon.
Yan Heng felt as if his hands and feet were tied up.
What is she doing?
The cold white moonlight flowed down like a silver river falling on her smooth forehead.
The same appearance and actions as before.
It was as if there had never been a gap between the two of them.
Yan Heng withdrew his gaze almost in embarrassment.
Just admiring the moon... Yan Heng openly deceived himself, and then found himself laughing in anger.
Appreciate the moon.
What's the point of appreciating the moon in a place like this?
He moved his gaze upwards along the frosted bluestone bricks, staring intently at Ji Yunchan's back.
Without his spies, who is she performing for?
Yan Heng's body was tense, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were red.
Did she ever think of him for a moment when she looked at the moon?
Have you ever... missed him?
......
But Ji Yunchan seemed to have noticed something and turned her head——
Yan Heng hid his figure without thinking, leaving her with nothing to see.
Shuozhou is still too cold.
This was the first thought that came to Yan Heng's mind as he turned and slipped into the alley, leaning against the wall and looking at Han Yue.
He took a deep breath, relieved himself, and his thoughts gradually came to his mind.
He stayed for a moment and laughed at himself.
I supported myself on my knees and stood up, then looked at Ji Yunchan again, but she was already some distance away.
Yan Heng followed.
......
Ji Yunchan walked back home step by step.
The general's mansion was still too far away, so far that my body and soul were frozen.
The door of the house was like a ball of fire. When people got close to it, they felt that every limb of their body was shivering with cold.
There was a man pacing in front of the door.
Ji Yunchan walked closer and saw that it was Zheng Yong.
After waiting for a long time, Zheng Yongzheng stared at the moon in a daze.
Ji Yunchan walked up to him and Zheng Yong woke up in shock.
He hurriedly gathered his composure and said to her, "Miss Ji?"
Such a refined scholar, I have never seen such a refined scholar before in my life.
Ji Yunchan was a little surprised and asked, "Brother Zheng, are you standing here with something on your mind?"
"It's nothing." Zheng Yong shook his head embarrassedly. "I went to your house to look for you, but I heard you weren't back yet, so I was a little worried."
He was actually worried about her.
Ji Yunchan's eyes dimmed for a moment after hearing this, and then she apologized as if nothing had happened: "It's a long way to go, I'm so ashamed."
Then he asked, "But what's the matter?"
Zheng Yong observed Ji Yunchan's expression and saw that she was calm from beginning to end, but with a hint of loss. Hearing her question, he hurriedly said, "Oh, that's it."
"I've sold all the books you copied that you asked me to sell the other day. This is the money I earned."
As he spoke, he handed out the change wrapped in paper.
Ji Yunchan took it and thanked him solemnly: "I also want to thank Brother Zheng for his connections."
"What connections? They're just classmates," Zheng Yong said modestly.
Ji Yunchan shook her head.
Exile is always a long journey, regardless of life or death.
All their personal belongings were used to bribe the officials, and they had only two leaky, shabby houses to stay in. They were starving and cold. If it weren't for their neighbor Zheng's mother and son who helped them, it's not certain that the four of them would be alive today.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is a life-saving grace.
Not to mention that copying books can bring some income to the family.
Ji Yunchan lowered her eyes, feeling that she had nothing to repay him with.
She opened the paper bag, divided the silver into two parts, and handed one of them to Zheng Yong, saying sincerely, "Brother Zheng, take these."
Zheng Yong waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, no, your family is in need of money, what are you doing?"
He gently pushed Ji Yunchan's elbow with the back of his hand and pushed the money back with gentlemanly courtesy.
"Besides, I didn't do anything." He looked into Ji Yunchan's autumn-water eyes and pretended to be relaxed in an attempt to make her smile: "Miss Ji is very talented and has beautiful handwriting. They are vying for her."
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"Miss Ji's poem is wonderful!"
"The words and meaning are both excellent. She is worthy of being the most talented woman in the capital."
Under the window on the long street, at the Hundred Flowers Banquet, the ink of the stunningly talented eldest daughter of the Shangshu Mansion has not yet dried when nobles and celebrities vied with each other to praise her in order to attract a glance.
Ji Yunchan just nodded kindly and sat down calmly.
The complex scenes painted with gold and gold turned gray and faded, turning into vast snow. Later, the snow melted and was blown by the biting cold wind of Shuozhou, turning into hard mud along with the dust.
The scholar from the neighboring house stood on the hard mud and looked at her admiringly.
Ji Yunchan smiled calmly, and said kindly: "That's nothing, Brother Zheng is flattering me."
Zheng Yong was stunned when he didn't get the expected response.
He knew he had little experience with girls and couldn't say anything sweet, but he knew her talent was real. "How can this be flattery? This is the truth."
But they don’t know that people who grew up surrounded by praise have long regarded it as a passing cloud.
Ji Yunchan didn't respond.
Zheng Yong then realized that she was reluctant to talk about this matter. He hesitated for a moment, his face flushing. He changed the subject: "I heard that the prefect is giving you a hard time. Is there any other solution?"
After saying this, I regret that this matter is not a good topic.
He looked at Ji Yunchan nervously, but saw that she didn't seem to be in much distress. She just shook her head slightly and said, "I'm thinking about it."
Zheng Yong breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't feel relaxed at all.
The girl in front of him was as her name suggested, gentle and graceful, with a pretty face and quick wit. It was like being in the spring breeze to be with her, and Zheng Yong couldn't suppress his excitement.
He felt that he had made some achievements, and wanted to express his feelings to her and marry her, so as to save her from the hard life of being a slave.
But before she could express her feelings, she learned that the prefect also had feelings for her.
How can he compare with the prefect?
Compared with the prefect, he is just a mayfly trying to shake a tree.
I can only hide my feelings with regret.
But she dared to try to shake the tree like a gnat.
Thinking of this, Zheng Yong felt admiration and respect at the same time.
He was silent for a moment, then looked up into Ji Yunchan's eyes and said, "If you need any help, Miss Ji, please feel free to ask. I'm willing to do my best."
"Thank you very much, Brother Zheng." Ji Yunchan bowed lightly.
She then asked, "The clothes that Aunt Zheng sent, Yun'e had already mended them at noon. Did you get them?"
"Not yet."
"This girl."
Ji Yunchan scolded him, then turned to Zheng Yong and said, "I'll get it for you when I get back."
As she spoke, she turned and opened the door.
......
The people in the west of the city were poor, lamp oil was expensive, and the sky and the earth were dark.
Yan Heng just stood there, his dark robe blending into the night, watching coldly as Ji Yunchan spent the night with a man.
They pulled and tugged, talked and laughed for a while, but that wasn't enough. He went home and brought out something again. Judging from its thickness, it looked like... clothes.
She had just delivered clothes to his house half an hour ago.
Yan Heng's breathing became heavy.
He pressed hard with his fingers, leaving fingerprints on the earthen wall of the thatched hut where he was taking shelter.
Ji Yunchan was completely unaware.
She was still chatting with Zheng Yong: "Yun'e's craftsmanship is better than mine. Even if it is repaired, it is no different from a new one."
"Thank you, Second Miss Ji," Zheng Yong bowed. "I shouldn't have bothered you, but this is a major clan event that can't be delayed. You two sisters are skilled in cooking..."
Far away, the sound dissipated in the night wind.
The conversation was still going on, but Yan Heng didn't want to watch it anymore.
There was a hint of familiarity in the vague voice, the person he had been dreaming about. Yan Heng withdrew his gaze and gave a sarcastic smile.
This is ridiculous.
I also felt that she would miss me because of that thought.
It's just a habit from her youth. I'm not sure if she will remember that past.
Taking advantage of the fact that he knew she didn't like to show off by embroidering, she openly gave clothes to other men.
So heartless.
I didn't touch her at all.
She flirted with others without any hesitation.
Good trick.
Yan Heng's face was as cold as iron.
I've known for a long time that she's a sycophant and a fickle person, but I still fell into her trap and followed her everywhere.
Yan Heng felt extremely sad and angry, but his heart was as calm as still water.
He bent his knees, stood up, and walked back without any reluctance.
The mud marks left by the wheel tracks were frozen hard, and there was a sound of breaking ice when boots stepped on them.
Forget it, Yanheng.
She has lied to you again and again. She is not a good match for you and you don't deserve her.
Knowing that she was afraid of the dark, I followed her all the way, which was the most I could do.
His ears and nose were frozen to the point of being as cold as armor covered in frost, but that was nothing compared to the look in his eyes.
Yan Heng clenched and unclenched his fists.
If you are unwilling to give in...?
He paused, and the white air he exhaled scattered upwards, blurring the bright moon.
It also caused a thin layer of mist to cover the young general's face, making it impossible to see his expression.
It’s like that rainy night when the nightmare keeps coming back, and when you wake up you’ll find yourself in a foreign land.
And everything in the dream is real.
Yan Heng lowered his head and looked at the blood marks on his fingers where he had rubbed them hard, his expression motionless.
Ultimately, she just doesn't love you.
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