Chapter 43: Wait and see, in the near future, my daughter...
Wen Ying immediately blinked quickly and tears welled up in her eyes, making sure to cry them off the moment Gao Lerong made things difficult for her, so that she could be ready to follow the next plot at any time.
Gao Lerong's eyelids jumped when she saw this, and she tried to distance herself from the matter immediately: "Don't get me wrong, if Yan Jing hadn't said it was my father's order, I wouldn't have come back with him."
Yan Jing spoke up at the right time and completed the explanation: "This is General Gao's daughter, Miss Gao. General Gao asked me to bring her back to his mansion to stay for two days."
Hearing this, Wen Ying's well-prepared emotions suddenly dissipated, and she frowned almost imperceptibly.
Although the imperial court strictly prohibited factional strife, Gao Xuan and Yan Jing were not in opposition on the surface.
But anyone with a discerning eye knew that Gao Xuan was the Third Prince's man, and he should not get close to the Crown Prince's tutor, let alone have Yan Jing work for him.
What is going on?
What did Gao Xuan do in prison?
Or should I ask...what did Yan Jing do?
Wen Ying raised her eyelids and looked at Yan Jing with tears in her eyes: "Are you serious? Did Lord Yan go to pick up Miss Gao this afternoon?"
Gao Xuan and Yan Jing must have reached a deal, but she didn't know the content of the deal.
Damn, if Lan Yi hadn't held her back, she would have known more.
The timing of Lan Yi's appearance was a bit too coincidental.
"Miss Liu, do you not believe me?" Yan Jing sighed softly, his eyes filled with mist, as if they could be stained with water vapor at any time. "Yes, maybe I am such an untrustworthy person in your heart."
Wen Ying felt like she had something stuck in her throat and something stuck in her back. She swallowed the temptation that was right at the tip of her tongue and turned it into a sentence: "How could that be, Lord Yan? I will believe whatever you say."
Yan Jing immediately stopped feeling sad, curved his eyes with affection, and smiled: "That's good. If that's the case, why don't you live with Miss Liu in Qingzhu Courtyard so that you can take care of each other."
There are two dormitories in Qingzhuyuan. Wen Ying lives in the main house, and Yan Jing wants Gao Lerong to live in the side room.
Does Yan Jing want Gao Lerong to live here permanently?
Wen Ying opened her eyes slightly. Is this going to be a plot where wives and concubines compete for favor?
It was common for men in the world to have three wives and four concubines, but... she felt vaguely unhappy in her heart, as if she had been slapped in the face by someone.
"Hey, what do you mean? Didn't you agree that..." Gao Lerong immediately expressed her dissatisfaction and was about to refute.
"Ms. Gao."
The gaze from the side of his head cast a tiny cold light, the corner of Yan Jing's mouth remained curved, and his tone became a little steadier: "This is your father's request. If not, I would not want to keep you here. If you don't agree, you can leave at any time."
This sentence blocked all of Gao Lerong's rebuttals, like a heavy punch that made her face turn pale.
After a long while, she gritted her teeth and cursed something under her breath, then reluctantly waved her hand at Geng You: "What are you looking at? Lead the way!"
That's considered an agreement.
Wen Ying, wearing the skin of "Liu Qing", could not say "no" to Yan Jing's decision. Although she was feeling dark inside, she was about to follow Gao Lerong and leave without saying a word when she was suddenly stopped.
"Wait a minute, Miss Liu."
Wen Ying stopped in her tracks, lowered her brows and turned around obediently: "Master Yan, is there anything else?"
...This is because there are emotions in my heart.
Yan Jing laughed in silence, resisting the urge to knead the girl's cheeks, and whispered, "Miss Liu, you have never been to the capital before, have you ever heard of the [Year-end Lantern Festival]?"
The year-end lantern festival is the last major event in Beijing before the Spring Festival.
When Wen Ying was a child, she looked forward to the Lantern Festival very much, because as long as the war was not serious, her father would come back to spend the Lantern Festival with her mother and their family could be reunited.
But after attending many banquets, she had become somewhat averse to such events.
It is nothing but singing and dancing, joy and happiness, which creates a false impression of prosperity.
Even though she thought so in her heart, Wen Ying put on an expectant expression on her face, and said with a rising tone: "I have heard of your great name for a long time, but I have never really experienced it!"
Hearing this answer, Yan Jing seemed to be relieved and said with a smile: "Then do I have the honor to ask Miss Liu to accompany me to the party?"
"I couldn't ask for more." Wen Ying clasped her hands together and smiled.
He invited her to go to the Lantern Festival together, but invited another woman into the house... Yan Jing was not such a person who didn't know the rules.
There was something... something that she had overlooked or hidden.
Yan Jing must be hiding something from her.
When Wen Ying returned to Qingzhu Pavilion, she happened to see Gao Lerong taking off her black cloak, revealing her fiery red dress underneath. She was lying on the rocking chair like a flickering candlelight.
Hearing the footsteps approaching, Gao Lerong raised her eyelids and glanced at Wen Ying, then snorted coldly and looked away.
What did Yan Jing say to Gao Lerong that made her come here despite her reluctance?
Since you have missed the opportunity to open the door to the truth directly, you can also pry open the wall of truth from the side.
"Why doesn't Miss Gao like me?" Wen Ying took small steps forward, squatted beside Gao Lerong, rested her chin on the armrest, and looked at her with her round almond-shaped eyes.
Gao Lerong glanced at Wen Ying and sneered, "If you don't like me, then you don't like me. There's no need for so many reasons. Put away your foxy look. I'm not a man and I won't be fooled by your appearance."
Wen Ying tilted her head, blinked, and asked directly: "Do you like Lord Yan?"
A mouthful of saliva brushed across her trachea, and Gao Lerong began to cough violently, her face flushed with choking. She pointed at Wen Ying tremblingly, "How can you be so shameless! Can you just say that?"
Wen Ying couldn't help laughing, swallowed the words she wanted to tease, and pretended to be innocent and said: "What's wrong? Do you really like Lord Yan?"
"How could I like a man who looks kind but has a cold heart?" Gao Lerong was so angry that she slapped the armrest on the other side, as if she had suffered a great humiliation.
Yan Jing is nothing like what is said outside. Those things about bright and clear sky, beautiful shore and orchids are all nonsense.
God knows how terrifying Yan Jing was when he was negotiating with her, his eyes seemed to be filled with poison.
Her father must have been deceived by his appearance. She would definitely have a good talk with him when he came back.
"Who on earth said he looked like the moon? He obviously looked more like a bamboo green snake," Gao Lerong shuddered. "I felt like I was going to be poisoned to death just by being stared at by him. Not to mention whether I like him or not. Those who like him either don't understand him or are definitely not ordinary people."
Wen Ying wanted to agree, but then she thought about his attitude towards her on weekdays, and it didn't seem that scary.
But this was not the point she wanted to ask, so she skipped the topic and asked tentatively: "Then why are you willing to come with him?"
"Not yet..." Gao Lerong was about to blurt out the answer, but she stopped herself, rolled her eyes and forced herself to change the subject, "What does it have to do with you? Why should I tell you?"
Tsk, what a pity, I almost asked the question.
Wen Ying felt deeply regretful, but she said, "I have seen your heroic appearance at the Riding and Archery Banquet, and I admire you so much that I want to ask you something."
Talking about this, Gao Lerong couldn't help but raise her chin and said proudly: "This is nothing, you should see that my father's martial arts are unparalleled in the world. If he can come to the horse riding and shooting banquet, not to mention riding a horse and shooting at a target, taking the head of an enemy general in the midst of thousands of troops is no problem."
Oh? You can start from this aspect.
Wen Ying's eyes flashed and she put on a smile: "Wow, so amazing, I knew you must have inherited the general's martial arts."
"That's right!" Gao Lerong was visibly happy. "Those people said my father neglected his duties. That's pure nonsense! A black bear suddenly appeared in the camp that day. My father made a decision in an instant and organized people to resist the bear attack. That's why he was slow to deal with the assassin."
"Think about it, the men in the paddock are still able to protect themselves and fight the assassins, but the camp is full of women and children who are powerless. Anyone who has read the books of sages knows who should be saved first, right?"
Gao Lerong never spared her words when praising her father's bravery. She sat up and was about to say more to Wen Ying.
Wen Ying was in a trance, and she overlapped her shadow with that of the slightly plump middle-aged woman. She quickly interrupted, "You have a very good relationship with your father. Didn't he tell you anything? Do you still need Lord Yan to pass on the message?"
Gao Lerong's face froze, and her muscles, which had been tense due to excitement, slowly relaxed. She collapsed back to her original position, and her voice lowered: "I used to have a very good relationship with my father."
"It's just that he has been talking to me less and less since General Wen died."
After mentioning the key figure, Wen Ying stood up, folded her hands on the armrest, and asked curiously, "General Wen?"
"You don't even know General Wen? You're such a bumpkin." Gao Lerong rolled her eyes but began to explain to Wen Ying, "Wen Jian, General Wen, he's a legendary figure, kind to others, skilled in martial arts, almost invincible, a role model in the eyes of all the generals."
"It was he who recognized talent and promoted my father. They have always had a good relationship."
Gao Lerong's voice was slow and leisurely, with some nostalgia and emotion, and brought Wen Ying back to the sunny training ground.
She had fought against Gao Lerong before, and always won.
At that time, Wen Jian would put his arm around Gao Xuan's shoulders and boast about his daughter's bravery with a smile.
What did Gao Xuan say at that time?
——Just wait and see, in the near future, my daughter will take my place.
"What happened next?" Wen Ying's voice was light, as if she was unwilling to break up that beautiful dream.
"Later..." Gao Lerong paused and fell silent.
Later, her father personally found out that General Wen Jian had colluded with the enemy and committed treason. From that time on, he no longer allowed her to practice martial arts, and wanted her to learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting like other ladies, so that she could marry a good husband.
The days when I see my father become less and less, and the distance between them seems to be getting farther and farther.
Even the date of her wedding was not discussed with her. It was not until her father was imprisoned that she was notified in writing.
She couldn't accept it, so she made a big fuss and went to visit the prison to get to the bottom of things. Then Yan Jing came to her house.
[Give me three days, and I can tell you the answer you want to know, or you can continue to complain and wait for a result that you can never get. ]
Memories and dreams came to an end, Gao Lerong's sight was refocused, and she vaguely felt that the face of the girl in front of her seemed somewhat familiar...
"Miss Gao?" Wen Ying waited for a long time but nothing came of it, so she cautiously reminded her.
Gao Lerong suddenly stood up, glanced at Wen Ying, and said with a sneer, "If you want to listen to a story, go find the storyteller. I am busy."
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