Ye Song was stunned.
Could he refuse?
It is autumn now and the river water is very icy.
However, seeing his young master's unconsciously anxious look, he silently endured the pain in his heart and replied, "Yes."
Then he swiftly took off his accessories and sword, and jumped into the water with a splash.
Because Jiang Ling was drunk, Jiang Lianshan ordered the boat to dock. At this time, they were close to the shore and the river was not deep.
But it was really strange and eye-catching that Ye Song rashly went into the water and then got on the boat carrying the wet box.
So he swam straight back to the shore, carrying the water-soaked wooden box and found a secluded place. He was soaked and shivered when the night wind blew.
I thought to myself that I must ask for a favor from the young master this time, and it would be best if I could have a day off.
Although Jiang Ling's eyes were closed, her ears were perked up. She vaguely heard Zhou Jing'an say something, and then she heard the sound of someone falling into the water.
With the corners of your mouth curled up slightly, take a good look at the love letter she wrote, and don't be too moved.
I was so busy acting that I didn't have time to enjoy the scenery.
Jiang Ling stood at the bow of the boat, the night breeze blowing slowly. She had just drunk some wine and her whole body was hot. The wind blowing on her felt comfortable and she squinted her eyes in satisfaction.
The pleasure boats were hung all over with colorful lanterns, and the shops along the river also had lanterns hung on them. The river was gurgling and rippling, and the light from the lanterns was reflected on the surface of the river, adding a touch of brilliance to the dark night.
"It's so beautiful." She couldn't help but sigh. This was much more beautiful than the man-made water town night scenes in her previous life.
The barge slowly approached the shore, and Jiang Ling was helped onto the carriage by several people. Then everyone dispersed and went home.
However, Ye Xuan, Ye Jin and Meng Jun came from far away and naturally could not go back tonight, so they followed him back to the Jingnan Palace to rest for a day before making plans.
Zhou Jing'an felt a little uncomfortable because Zhou Huan'an had already gotten on the carriage but he didn't get on the horse.
He glanced at Jiang Ling from afar. Her cheeks were red, her body was swaying, and she looked drunk, like a smear of drunken rouge stained with wine and then spreading.
Zhou Jing'an only took a glance and then hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look again.
Hearing Zhou Huanan's urging, he stuttered, "Get on the horse and go back home."
Jiang Ling obediently let them do whatever they wanted. After returning to Jinyun Garden, she took a quick bath and then threw herself into bed and fell into a deep sleep.
But Zhou Jing'an was unable to sleep even though he was holding a candle.
Ye Song successfully fished out the wooden box, which was still stained with water and placed quietly on the table in his study.
He waved his hand. "I've ordered some ginger soup. Go drink it to ward off the cold. I've returned the accessories and sword to your room. You can rest tomorrow."
Ye Song's eyes lit up, and without any pretense, he saluted and left.
The sandalwood box had been soaked in water and was brown-black in color. Although the water inside had been drained, the water stains were still seeping out, leaving a water mark on the table.
Zhou Jing'an opened the box and saw a stack of letters inside, all of which were soaked in water.
He picked up the first one. There was no signature or words on the envelope. He hesitated for a moment and finally opened it.
The water-soaked paper was very fragile. He just peeled it lightly and accidentally tore a hole in it. He then became more careful.
He slowly unfolded the letter and quickly realized that it was indeed Jiang Ling's handwriting.
It is elegant and free, handsome and beautiful, with full handwriting and powerful strokes.
In fact, it doesn't look like something a young lady would write.
Zhou Jing'an's eyes fell gently on the paper, on which was written "October 24, the sixth year of Liyuan..."
His eyes paused. It was written yesterday.
"Tomorrow is my birthday, October 24th, the sixth year of Liyuan. But he won't come to celebrate my birthday. I've already told him that I won't bother him anymore..."
......
"On October 15th, the sixth year of the Liyuan era, I hadn't seen him for half a month. Today, I learned that he had won the first place in the imperial examination. I knew he could do it, and I was so happy for him... I couldn't help but go find him, and I could only talk to him under the pretext of asking for something. But he just wanted to give me a perfunctory response. I didn't have the nerve to bother him anymore..."
......
"On September 30th, the sixth year of the Li Yuan era, he saved me again. The moment I saw him, everything around me disappeared. Only he was there, standing before me, protecting me..."
Zhou Jing'an opened several letters in succession, feeling a little happy but also a little overwhelmed.
He opened all the letters and spread them all over the table.
Reading each letter, one can tell that they were not written in one day, but were accumulated over a long period of time, and every emotion of Jiang Ling can be read between the lines.
The surprise and panic when we first met, the shyness and embarrassment when we said goodbye, the trepidation and anticipation of pretending to meet by chance, and then the restraint and timidity later...
Zhou Jing'an looked at the table full of letters. Every sentence and every word on them was about him. Suddenly, a heat rose in his ears, making his eyelashes tremble slightly.
[Ding~ The male protagonist's favorability value increased by two points, and the current favorability value is 36.]
Jiang Ling had fallen into a deep sleep while playing chess with Zhou Gong and did not hear the system's announcement.
His eyes darted around randomly and his heart beat faster.
Just by lowering his eyes slightly, he saw one of the sentences.
Judging from the date, it was written shortly after Jiang Ling survived the disaster.
"...I already know that what I did before was inappropriate and caused him a lot of trouble. I shouldn't have used those tactics to embarrass Shen Qingru, which is why I got myself killed. I am determined to change, but I don't know if I can win his forgiveness and make him look at me more..."
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