Chapter 65 After Getting Drunk "Then, do you want to be the queen?" ...
When we are quiet, all our senses are amplified.
Cold raindrops fell to the ground, and a damp and cold smell mixed with the smell of earth filled the air.
Jiang Cichen slowly squatted down in front of her, his eyes level with hers: "Luo Wan, it's raining."
Luo Wan looked at him in confusion.
Jiang Cichen pulled her up and rushed with her to a simple thatched pavilion not far away.
The pavilion was built casually by the soldiers in their spare time. It only had a rough wooden table and a few benches. It was windy on all sides and could barely keep out the rain.
As soon as I stepped into the pavilion, the rain outside suddenly intensified, pouring down like a torrential downpour. The remaining bonfire was completely extinguished, the last trace of light disappeared, and the surroundings instantly fell into a deeper darkness.
Luo Wan looked around the simple shelter and muttered, "...This isn't my tent."
Jiang Cichen looked carefully at the person in front of him in the dim light of a weak oil lamp hanging in the corner of the pavilion.
Luo Wan's expression remained unchanged, not even the slightest hint of alcohol. She looked the same, aloof and distant as usual. But her tone was vastly different. The subtle, slightly aggrieved ending to her previous sentence scratched her heart like a feather.
A thought arose in Jiang Cichen's mind. He raised the corner of his lips playfully and asked tentatively, "Luo Wan, who am I?"
Hearing this, Luo Wan turned his head slightly and said, "I don't care who you are. I want to go back to sleep."
He's still quite stubborn when drunk, Jiang Cichen thought.
No wonder she was unusually quiet when Chen Nanyuan poured the wine for her at first. It turned out that she was the type who would get drunk after just one glass.
A gust of cold wind carrying moisture blew into the pavilion.
Luo Wan seemed to be sobered for a moment by the wind, and was about to rush out into the pouring rain. Jiang Cichen was quick-witted and swift-handed. He stretched out his long arm and pulled her back, pressing her back onto the bench.
Jiang Cichen said, "It's raining so hard outside. Be good and sit still. Answer me a few questions and I'll take you back, okay?"
Luo Wan was pressed down on the stool by him. She sat upright, her hands placed neatly on her knees, and nodded seriously: "Okay."
He sat down across from her, his elbows casually resting on the rough wooden table, his chin propped up, admiring her rare childishness with interest. He thought for a moment and posed an almost childish question: "Who's prettier, me or Shen Zhiyan?"
"You look good."
Jiang Cichen was very satisfied.
"Who's better looking, me or Bei Ye Si?"
"You look good."
Jiang Cichen smiled gently and asked, "Who is prettier, me or your shadow?"
Luo Wan stopped talking.
The smile on Jiang Cichen's lips froze.
Time flows slowly in the sound of rain.
Luo Wan's heart seemed to be gently bumped by something. She stared at him for a long time before finally giving in: "You are beautiful, you are beautiful, you are the most beautiful!"
"Honestly?"
"The truth."
Jiang Cichen seemed unconvinced. He frowned slightly and looked at her. Unexpectedly, the person in front of him frowned as well when he saw her frown.
He stared at Luo Wan thoughtfully: "You were too slow to answer just now. I don't quite believe you. What should I do?"
"What should I do..." Luo Wan lowered his eyes, his voice gradually becoming lower, with a hint of distress, as if he could not think of a solution.
Jiang Cichen raised his eyebrows and offered a solution: "Tell me three ways I'm better than him, and I'll reluctantly believe you."
Hearing this, Luo Wan tilted her head slightly: "No one is as bad as him, no one is as heartless as him, and no one is as deceitful as him."
“…”
Is that an advantage?
A trace of doubt quietly grew in Jiang Cichen's heart. In her heart, her shadow was not a good person either?
Jiang Cichen was not completely ignorant of the Tingyu Tower. He knew that the Death Soldier and his shadow were inseparable partners, and now that they had parted ways, although he was curious, he would not do such a despicable thing as taking advantage of someone's misfortune and prying into their secrets.
As his thoughts were churning, a slightly cool finger reached out without warning, and with curiosity and a little reckless force, it gently poked his cheek.
Luo Wan was confused and asked, "How did you become the emperor? You're clearly a stingy person."
Jiang Cichen paused for a moment.
The sounds of the wind and rain around him, as well as all the sounds and sights of the world, were completely annihilated and dissipated the moment the cold, soft fingertips touched the skin of his cheek.
The only thing left in the whole world was this slightly cool touch and her clear eyes, which were so close to him and filled with intoxication and doubt.
It was not until the rebellious hand was slowly withdrawn, as if an invisible restraint was released, that the sounds of wind and rain flooded into his perception again like a tide.
Jiang Cichen's mind suddenly returned to normal, his eyes became dangerous, and he said slowly: "Do you know what you are saying?"
Luo Wan continued, "You are the emperor!"
She said it as a matter of course, without any hesitation.
Maybe it was due to the effect of alcohol, but her light-colored eyes were now covered with a thin layer of moisture, making them wet. In the depths of her pupils was reflected a clear, small image of him.
At this moment, Jiang Cichen was absolutely certain that this was what he wanted. Her eyes were filled with his image, and she was only looking at him.
The year he first met Luo Wan, Jiang Cichen was full of ambition and ambition, rising rapidly in the world, and disdained to be bound by petty love affairs. His first twenty years had been so smooth sailing, with everything he wanted, that he almost arrogantly believed that someone like him didn't need love.
The pride in his bones made him unwilling to bow his head and ask for love, and even more unwilling to admit that the surging emotions had already exceeded the limits of appreciation.
He stubbornly attributed all his excitement to the exhilaration of meeting a worthy opponent, or the mutual admiration of a close friend, but he simply refused to admit that it was love.
But Xie Yan told him that admiring someone wouldn't mean blocking a sword for them, nor would he shed tears for them. The first time he heard this, he immediately found it ridiculous. Those tears were because his grandfather had died in vain. At that time, he was so destitute that he couldn't even offer a single penny for his grandfather, let alone seek revenge.
Every time Xie Yan refused to believe it and questioned him why he was staring at the medicine bottle. He could only tell Xie Yan to get lost when he mentioned it.
Things that were unclear then seem even more unclear now.
It turns out that he doesn't need love.
Admit it, he was curious about everything about her and wanted to explore everything about her.
Jiang Cichen took a deep breath, suppressed the restlessness in his heart and the heat in his body, and asked softly, "Then will you be the queen?"
Luo Wan shook his head: "No, I don't want to be anything."
Jiang Cichen leaned closer and said, "You're not even going to be the queen, what do you want?"
"I want to travel the world! I want to see all the mountains and rivers! I want the green mountains to remain unchanged and the green waters to flow forever!"
The distance between the two was so close that they could almost hear each other's breath. Her scent mixed with the faint aroma of wine silently intertwined and entangled with his scent.
"...It seems really beautiful." Luo Wan blinked, and suddenly stretched out her hand, reaching towards Jiang Cichen's dark eyes.
This time, Jiang Cichen did not let her go. He raised his hand and accurately grasped her slightly cold wrist to stop her movement.
The skin under the palm is delicate and cool, but what the fingertips touch are a few hard calluses on the palm.
"Luo Wan." He called her name.
She didn't seem embarrassed at all about being caught, instead she smiled and said, "Huh?"
"Why didn't you come back when it snowed in the capital?"
"I still remember, what a stingy guy. This host is very busy and has many grudges to avenge."
He had never heard her mention any grudges.
Jiang Cichen's eyes darkened: "What revenge do you want?"
"A mortal enemy." Luo Wan said, "I was so close, so close to killing my enemy. I failed this time, and I don't know how long I'll have to wait..."
Jiang Cichen raised his eyebrows: "Who is your enemy? How about I help you get revenge?"
Luo Wan said, "No, if you kill him for me, and he doesn't die in my hands, then for me, it's no different from him dying of old age, sickness, or a natural death. I want to take revenge myself."
Jiang Cichen looked at her quietly, wondering if she was really drunk. How could she still speak so clearly even when drunk?
The sound of the dripping rain stopped completely, and the moonlight poured down unhindered, illuminating the wet sky and earth.
Luo Wan suddenly stood up excitedly, rushed out of the thatched pavilion, and stood under an ancient tree with twisted branches. He looked up at the lush branches and waved back at him, "Come on! Let's see who can reach the top first?"
Jiang Cichen walked slowly to her side, stood calmly with his arms folded, and said with a smile: "I bet we go up together. Do you believe it?"
Luo Wan drank some wine, and his voice was soft: "It's a lie, if I don't climb..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Cichen suddenly leaned forward, his powerful arms firmly grasping Luo Wan's waist. With a slight push, he pulled her close to him. His scent and warmth instantly enveloped her. He chuckled softly, and with a few rises and falls, he brought her down steadily onto a thick horizontal branch of the ancient tree.
The two sat side by side on a high place, and the densely packed tents were clearly visible under the moonlight.
The night wind blows through the treetops, bringing with it the freshness and coolness unique to after the rain.
Luo Wan's eyes wandered between the tents, and suddenly pointed in one direction. He lowered his voice and said, "Look over there. I know a secret of Jiang Cichen."
Jiang Cichen saw her pointing at his tent and asked, "You actually know Jiang Cichen's secret?"
Luo Wan nodded heavily: "Yes."
"What's the secret?"
Luo Wan wrinkled his nose: "I told you it's a secret."
"He himself can't tell?"
"Can't."
…
Jiang Cichen finally discovered that whatever Luo Wan thought of after getting drunk came in waves. First he wanted to sleep, then he wanted to climb a tree, and now he wanted to sleep again.
Jiang Cichen had no choice but to obey her and take her back to the tent, thinking that she would finally be able to sleep peacefully.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Luo Wan touched the ground, she staggered to her feet again. She seemed to have suddenly remembered something extremely important and began to pace aimlessly in the tent, searching everywhere.
Jiang Cichen leaned against the tent door with his arms folded, following her swaying figure closely. Finally, when she nearly bumped into the low table for the third time, Jiang Cichen strode forward, unable to bear it any longer: "What are you looking for?"
"Pen and paper."
Jiang Cichen looked at her for a moment, then finally gave in. He walked around behind her, firmly grasped her shoulders, and half-pushed, half-supported her to the desk.
The oil lamp on the table was lit, and a dim glow enveloped the room hazily.
Jiang Cichen stood across from the desk: "What are you going to write?"
Luo Wan spread out the paper: "Letter."
Jiang Cichen asked: "Who is it for?"
"For Yuan An."
Jiang Cichen understood: "She's leaving, so you want to write her a letter?"
"Yes." Luo Wan nodded, dipped the pen in ink, and picked up the pen to write.
Just as the pen tip was about to touch the paper, Jiang Cichen suddenly said, "You told her in the letter to stop liking Jiang Cichen, return to Xiliang, and find another lover."
Luo Wan paused as she held the pen. She raised her head slightly and asked, "Why?"
Jiang Cichen said word by word: "There will be no future between her and Jiang Cichen."
"You're not him," Luo Wan said, "how do you know?"
Luo Wan added, "He should go and explain things to her himself. We are outsiders and shouldn't interfere in other people's feelings."
After saying that, she ignored him, lowered her head, and continued to write on the letter paper with concentration.
“…”
After finishing the letter to Jiang Yuanan, Luo Wan took out a new piece of letter paper and started writing.
Jiang Cichen's eyes fell on the paper, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his voice suddenly turned cold: "You are writing a letter to Shen Zhiyan in front of me in the Yun Kingdom military camp?"
Luo Wan took it for granted: "Isn't it possible?"
Jiang Cichen was choked by this frank question, his face became even darker, but he did not stop it.
Finally both letters were finished.
Jiang Cichen's eyes swept over the envelope, and he suddenly said, "Since you've already written it, why not write one for Jiang Cichen as well?"
Luo Wan held the pen, seeming to be really considering this proposal seriously.
She picked up a new piece of letter paper, and after a moment, she shook her head gently and put down the pen: "I'd better not write it."
"Why?"
Luo Wan said: "This is a secret."
Another secret.
Jiang Cichen was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Luo Wan picked up the letter written to Jiang Yuanan, walked to the bedside, leaned over carefully, and gently stuffed the folded letter into Jiang Yuanan's sleeve.
When Chen Nanyuan harnessed the carriage and quietly came to the outside of the tent to pick up Jiang Yuanan, he saw Luo Wan sitting beside the bed, watching Jiang Yuanan who was sleeping soundly.
A few steps away, Jiang Cichen stood quietly in the shadows, his eyes fixed on Luo Wan.
The drunk and sleepy Jiang Yuanan was put on a carriage, and Qin Yue arranged for several reliable confidants to take her back to Liangding.
Perhaps he was really tired. After seeing Jiang Yuanan off, Luo Wan's body softened and he fell on his bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Jiang Cichen turned around and handed the letter to Chen Nanyuan, who was standing beside him, and said, "Pass this to Shen Zhiyan."
Walking out of the tent, Jiang Cichen looked at the lonely bright moon in the sky, but his eyes appeared the figure of the girl in light green reaching out to grab her veil in the white snow.
Everyone has a little-known side, but Jiang Cichen, your little-known side is no longer little-known.
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