Chapter 37 Snow Warmth Yan Jing's love is like a snow warmth, making people...
——Yunlang, it is your mother who is sorry for you.
——You are just like your whore mother, always using some shameful tricks.
——Lord Yan, do you really want to do this for a guilty minister? If you are found out, it will be a crime of deceiving the emperor.
Bright morning sun, warm spring breeze, the man suddenly stopped and looked towards the fluttering red tassels on the field.
【Who are you asking? 】
The weapons collided with each other, making clear clanging sounds. The girl danced with a spear with great force. A red silk strip under the spear tip flew through the air with her moves, like a bloody meteor.
The eye-catching colors and the shining sunshine are not as bright as the smile on the girl's lips and the confidence in her eyes.
[Ah, that is General Wen Jianwen’s daughter, her name is Wen Ying.]
The man withdrew his gaze and tilted his head, and the scene suddenly changed.
In the lush forest, a young girl was holding a spear, looking down from above, the light flickering on her face.
She said: [Yan Jing, how long are you going to lie to me? ]
Yan Jing suddenly opened his eyes, and the mist in his eyes dissipated instantly. What came into view was the ceiling of the tent. A glass lamp fell from it, swaying with a dim light.
"woke up?"
A steady voice came from the side. Yan Jing looked over and saw a young man sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes.
His handsome face is somewhat similar to Hua Junguang, but his eyes and eyebrows are more stable.
When he saw the man's face, Yan Jing immediately wanted to stand up and salute. When he looked down, he found that his arms were wrapped in layers of bandages and his whole body was stiff and weak.
"Lie down, I don't care about so many etiquettes." Hua Chengce's tone was light, without any ups and downs.
Although he said this, Yan Jing had already sat up, performed a simple salute, and said respectfully: "Thank you, Your Highness the Third Prince."
Hua Chengce reached out and closed the open book on his lap, looking at Yan Jing calmly: "If you really want to thank me, you shouldn't have been hurt."
Yan Jing hid the flash of emotion in his eyes with his long eyelashes, lowered his eyes, and said softly: "It is my poor martial arts skills that have troubled Your Highness."
"You're still playing dumb as always. You know exactly what I'm talking about." Hua Chengce tapped the armrest lightly, as if tapping someone's forehead, and finally sighed slightly, "Well, I knew you were like this."
Yan Jing did not respond, but just looked up at the young man's gentle face with clear eyes.
In the silence, Hua Cheng looked out the curtain. It was a sunny sky during the day, but now there was a sound of dripping rain in the dark night.
"I have always admired you for your courage, strategy, and determination, so I have always indulged you in doing harmless things. It's just that..."
Hua Chengce rubbed his brows tiredly: "This move of using a knife to kill someone is a bit too insidious, Yan Jing."
The sound of rain gradually grew louder, as if there was some frosty feeling of ice and snow mixed in the soft water.
Yan Jing bowed his head and said, "I am stupid and cannot understand the implication of your words, Your Highness. Please speak frankly."
"Stupid?" Hua Chengce seemed to have heard something funny, and a hint of mockery crept into his eyes. "You know I can only come and talk to you now, so why are you still pretending to be stupid?"
Yan Jing curled his lips almost imperceptibly, his smile not reaching his eyes: "Your Highness is a person of great wealth, whenever you come to see me, it will bring honor to my humble humble home."
Hearing this evasive remark, Hua Chengce was so angry that he laughed. He stood up suddenly and looked at Yan Jing with a raised eyebrow: "Okay, since Yan Qing said so, when I come, remember to clear the door and the couch, and don't dirty my feet."
"Of course, if you ever find that the house is about to collapse, you are welcome to find another good tree. After all, compared to the one who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, you and I are the same kind of people."
The door curtain fell, making a sound of fabric rubbing against each other. Yan Jing gently closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and called out in a deep voice: "Gong Chu."
"Here." The young man in white came in from outside the curtain, bowed slightly, and waited quietly for his master's instructions.
"Where's Liu Qing?"
"This..." Geng You scratched his cheek, feeling a little embarrassed to speak, "She said she had her period and was feeling unwell, so she left first."
He had two older sisters and was no stranger to women's monthly routine, but he had never smelled such a strong smell of blood.
I'm afraid I'm really unwell.
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The crescent moon climbed up to the treetops, and the moonlight cut off the fine rain threads, which vaguely passed through the night fog and fell into the mud.
Under the stone tile eaves, the recliner was swaying, shaking the girl's gaze away, not knowing where it was going.
The folding fan in her hand brought out a cool breeze in the cold winter of December, and even a thin layer of frost covered the tip of her fur collar, but the girl was unaware of it.
Chun Tao leaned out of the room, looked over worriedly, and whispered to Uncle Liu beside her, "Has the toxin been eliminated, Miss?"
"I just took his pulse, and it should be fine." Uncle Liu replied in a low voice, his body bent as the voice went on. "Why did you come back to live here? Have you explained this to Lord Yan?"
"It was because I didn't tell her that the young lady suddenly said she didn't want to go to the Yan residence, so I thought the effect of the drug hadn't worn off." Chun Tao glanced at Wen Ying, covered her lips and lowered her voice further, "She has been absent-minded since she came back from the enclosure. Do you think it could be a sequelae of the new poison?"
Uncle Liu looked at Wen Ying. Although her mind was empty, she did not seem to be in any discomfort, so he replied to Chun Tao: "It doesn't look like poison to me, but more like..."
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Wen Ying suddenly hugged her head and curled up on the recliner, which scared the two of them and they hurried to check the situation.
"Miss, are you okay?"
"Miss, are you feeling unwell?"
Wen Ying raised her hand tremblingly, and raised it weakly twice: "All of you go away, leave me alone, I'm fine."
Chuntao and Uncle Liu looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Wen Ying covered her burning cheeks and felt a splitting headache.
As soon as she closed her eyes, she would recreate the soft touch and faint fragrance. She could even imagine Yan Jing's expression at that time because she had been observing Yan Jing's eyebrows and eyes every day.
A blush appeared on her snowy skin, her dark eyes were surging with dark currents, her thin lips were soaked with saliva, showing a light pink color, like an immortal banished from heaven to the mortal world, the bright moonlight intoxicating the world...
Don't think about it anymore.
Wen Ying forced herself to tear her thoughts away from her imagination, forcing herself to calm down and think rationally about the meaning of that kiss.
Yan Jing knew that 'Liming' and 'Wen Ying' were the same person. From his point of view, even if he had worked with Liming before and had some friendship with him, it was far from enough to fill the gap of being the daughter of a criminal.
Moreover, he was clearly in love with 'Liu Qing' the day before, but he kissed 'Liming'... ?
There are two possibilities. The first is that Yan Jing was poisoned and lost consciousness, and mistook 'Wen Ying' for 'Liu Qing'. This is not impossible. Although the temperaments of these two faces are very different, the basic facial features cannot be changed, and it is understandable that he made a mistake in the blurred vision.
The second possibility is that Yan Jing already knew that 'Liu Qing', 'Wen Ying' and 'Liming' were the same person.
After thinking for a moment, Wen Ying ruled out the second possibility.
If he discovered Liu Qing's true identity, given his suspicious personality, he would have detained and interrogated her immediately. How could he allow himself to attend the riding and shooting banquet with her?
It seems that Yan Jing must have recognized the wrong person.
So even if she can no longer appear as Liming, she can still use Liu Qing's face.
After realizing this, Wen Ying felt an inexplicable pain in her chest, as if an invisible hand was gently grasping her heart, causing blood circulation throughout her body to become blocked.
"Yan Jing fell in love with 'Liu Qing', which is exactly what I wanted. This should be a good thing." Wen Ying murmured to herself, trying to use words to dispel the dark clouds that covered her heart.
His Majesty must be furious when an assassin appears in the enclosure for the much-anticipated Winter Hunting and Archery Banquet. Chief Guard Gao Xuan is naturally the first to be blamed, and then there is His Royal Highness the Third Prince who originally arranged the venue.
I just don't know what the specific sentence will be.
The next step is to send an official to investigate the matter thoroughly, and most likely an official will be chosen who has no conflict of interest with any party.
Wen Ying knew that she should immediately disguise herself and return to Yan Mansion, pretending nothing had happened, and test Yan Jing's views and the current situation to determine the next course of action.
She shouldn't have gone back to Liu Mansion at this moment, but for some reason, she didn't want to see Yan Jing tonight.
What kind of emotion is this? Which sage book taught her how to deal with this emotion?
"Miss."
Chun Tao rubbed Wen Ying's frowned brows and said with concern: "Worrying too much will hurt your body. It's getting dark tonight, why don't you rest first."
"No matter how big the matter is, we can discuss it tomorrow."
Wen Ying felt the right amount of force and slowly closed her eyes. After a while, she let out a long sigh, raised her eyelids and said softly:
"good."
"Miss, since you are back, why don't you stay for a few more days to rest?" Uncle Liu suggested worriedly, "You have been seriously injured this time, so you can take this opportunity to recuperate. Otherwise, even a strong person can't stand such a torment."
Wen Ying was indeed exhausted both physically and mentally. She was about to respond by lightly touching her chest when she suddenly felt a warm texture.
She was slightly startled, hooked the thin string around her neck with her knuckles, and gently pulled out the jade pendant.
The moonlight under the rain brought people back to the afternoon when the sun was shining. The man put the ring on her finger with a smile and said to her:
[If I lose it, maybe no one will recognize me as the Prime Minister. ]
[Miss, please keep it well and keep it with you at all times.]
Given Yan Jing's status, it is impossible for someone to disown him just because of a ring, but he insisted on handing the ring to her for safekeeping. Why?
Wen Ying's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she suddenly laughed out loud. She had figured out the cause and effect, and this was to remind Liu Qing that no matter where he was, he must remember to go back and return the ring to him in person.
It is the Prime Minister's extremely implicit love.
After a moment of laughter, bitterness surged into her heart. She thought she seemed to understand where her emotions came from.
The person Yan Jing was looking forward to meeting at this moment was not Wen Ying, the orphan of a criminal who had committed countless murders, but the gentle and considerate Hua Liuqing.
His love is like a warm stove in the snow, which makes people involuntarily approach him, but when they get really close, they will find that the fire is not burning for her.
But the fire was dazzling, the warmth was heart-breaking—
She couldn't get away.
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