Chapter 42 Chapter 42 What are you crazy about!
Seeing Ji Sui step into the room, Hongye slowly took half a step back.
In the past, she was afraid and resentful of Ji Sui. She was afraid of his high position, power and ruthlessness, and she was resentful of his ungratefulness and cruelty.
But when she witnessed his resolute figure rushing into the raging fire in the Jiaofangsi, the resentment in her heart subsided a little without her noticing.
She stayed in the room for a moment and then slowly walked out.
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There were only eight large and flowing characters on this scroll, and it was obvious at a glance that it was not a love poem at all. Ji Sui naturally knew this, but everything related to that man made him feel very uncomfortable.
Except for the first day of their reunion, Ji Sui never mentioned that man in front of Lin Zhen again.
He originally thought that someone as cold as Lin Zhen would resolutely cut off all feelings after being abandoned by her beloved, but he forgot that she would protect the good-for-nothing Ning Shilu, cherish her timid sister as a treasure, and even keep that lowly servant in her heart all the time.
Only towards him could she ignore his kindness and stab his chest with a sharp knife without mercy.
Her coldness was always directed only at him.
He didn't know how much feelings Lin Zhen still had for that man in his heart, but now he knew clearly that no matter what, he would never let her go again.
Although this was not a love poem, Lin Zhen was worried that the fact that she and Qi Yushi were fake husband and wife would be exposed, which would make Ji Sui suspicious of Qi Yushi's identity. So she remained silent and did not refute. She silently took the scroll back from his hand and stuffed it under her bag.
The pearl hairpins in the bundle were squeezed and fell to the ground. Since she had only stayed in Li's house for a few days, the number of jewels was quite eye-catching. In order to avoid Ji Sui noticing something, Lin Zhen pretended to be calm and quickly bent down to pick them up.
"This hairpin is really ugly."
Seeing Lin Zhen's nervous and concerned look, Ji Sui picked up the hairpin before her with displeasure, and without even looking at it, threw it into the trash can next to him with a "bang".
Lin Zhen frowned slightly, glanced at the trash can, quickly retracted his gaze, lowered his head, and continued to sort out the other things in the bundle. There was another "rustle" sound, and Ji Sui stretched out his big hand and swung it suddenly, pushing the pile of pearl hairpins and the bundle away.
"They're all ugly, stop looking." Ji Sui suddenly picked up Lin Zhen from the chair, not allowing her to mess with the junk anymore, and sarcastically said, "Is your husband's taste really that bad?"
Lin Zhen was just trying to divert Ji Sui's attention from the package, so he didn't argue. He just lowered his head and held his arm tightly to prevent himself from falling.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Ji Bai regretted it. Why did he take the initiative to mention that useless person? Lin Zhen's lonely look with his eyes downcast hurt him deeply.
From the fire at the Jiaofangsi to the first time Qizhou saw Lin Zhen at Li's house, there was a full five months and twenty-four days in between.
He didn't dare to think about how Lin Zhen and that man knew each other and fell in love with each other. What's worse, he was Lin Zhen's accomplice in faking his death and leaving the capital. Otherwise, how could Lin Zhen, with his own strength, successfully leave the city when he ordered the city gates to be closed?
Ji Rui felt a heart-wrenching pain coming from deep within his heart. He almost lost his balance and hurriedly placed Lin Zhen gently on the couch.
His cold fingertips slowly brushed across Lin Zhen's forehead, down the side of her face, and when a slight chill came from her neck, Lin Zhen finally couldn't hold it back any longer. She suddenly reached out and tightly grasped Ji Sui's hand, speaking with difficulty: "Not here... okay?"
It can be done anywhere, but not in the Lin Mansion.
Her father had committed suicide here under the coercion of Ji Sui, and now she had to indulge him in her own boudoir. She would rather die.
But she had already died once, and he still didn't let her go.
What's more, Lin Yue and Hong Ye are both in his hands now, so she can't act on impulse.
Seeing Ji Bai's thin lips slowly falling, Lin Zhen closed his eyes in despair.
"It's getting late, let's go to bed."
The cold touch touched her forehead and disappeared immediately. Lin Zhen opened her eyes in a trance. Ji Bai had sat up straight, looking at her with his dark eyes, and said lightly.
Being stared at like this by him, Lin Zhen naturally couldn't sleep. Even with his eyes closed, his eyes still moved involuntarily, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Soon, the man's threat came to my ears again: "If you don't sleep again, don't blame me for going back on my word."
Lin Zhen pursed his lips tightly, turned to face the inside, and forced himself to fall asleep. After an unknown amount of time, he actually fell asleep.
Ji Sui's black eyelashes drooped, and his gaze fell on the woman's fair profile. Her long eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the corners of her eyes seemed to be slightly red because of her previous pleading.
He couldn't help but raise his hand, but never put it down. He just gently traced her jawline in the air.
When she was in the Lin Mansion, she was cold and aloof. Later, even when he sent her to the Music Bureau to be humiliated, she refused to beg for mercy.
He had wanted countless times to break her wings, grind off her claws, let her fall into the quagmire, and surrender humbly at his feet, so that he could make up for the pain of having a sharp blade pierce her heart three years ago and the pain of fighting day and night at the border.
But why couldn't he even listen to a whisper of pleading?
Her red eyes were like a piece of hot iron, burning in his heart.
Ji Sui withdrew his hand and clenched it into a fist with trembling hands.
He sat down along the leg of the bed, the moonlight like water, pouring over half of his body, casting a tall black shadow on the other side, shining lonely on the bluestone bricks.
*
It was still dark, and two women were kneeling side by side behind the rockery in the backyard of the Lin residence.
Lin Yue took the paper money handed to her by Lin Zhen and threw it into the fire, while covering her face with a handkerchief and crying softly.
Lin Zhen has already paid tribute to his father, but his sister has not.
After a while, Hongye brought a basket of soil from somewhere. Seeing that the paper money was burned, she sprinkled the basket of soil on the paper money and stomped on it again with her feet.
In Lin Yue's eyes, she just went out with her elder sister to light a stick of incense for her mother. How come when she returned home, her father was gone?
“Daddy…Daddy…”
At this moment, Lin Yue couldn't believe this fact. She couldn't help herself, and her low sobs gradually turned into tears. Hongye hurriedly helped her up.
She caught a glimpse of Lin Zhen out of the corner of her eye and saw her slowly stand up with her eyes lowered, then turned her head and deliberately looked away. Even so, Hongye could still see the red corners of the girl's eyes from the side.
Hongye quickly averted her gaze. The words she was going to use to comfort the second girl were choked in her throat, and two lines of tears fell silently instead.
Lin Zhen turned his head and looked at the blue sky. "It's still early. Let's go back to sleep for a while."
Ji Sui must not be informed about the memorial service for his father. When Lin Zhen left the room, he was still sleeping in front of the bed. She had to go back to the room before he woke up.
Lin Yue wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Sister, I want to sleep with you..."
Lin Zhen's breathing hitched for a moment, and Hongye beside him said, "This place is closer to the Second Young Lady's room. I'll help her go to rest first. If she goes back alone, it won't alarm anyone."
Lin Yue looked at her elder sister lowering her eyes and looking to the side. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, a blush appeared on her cheeks. She nodded repeatedly in agreement and walked forward with Hongye's support.
Lin Zhen let out a light breath and followed him up.
As soon as the three of them walked out of the rockery, they were suddenly surrounded by a group of people in armor. Lin Zhen subconsciously took a few steps forward and stood in front of Hongye and Lin Yue.
After a while, the team made way for a gap. Ji Rui, wearing a thin black shirt, with his black hair disheveled, his face pale, and his thin lips bloodless due to the bone-chilling cold, stood barefoot in front of them, like a ghost that had crawled out of an ice cave that had existed for thousands of years, with a chilling aura all over his body.
The moment his icy eyes touched Lin Zhen, the ice blades in them turned into a pool of water. He stared at Lin Zhen wetly, and a trembling voice, wrapped in mist, escaped from his thin lips: "Lin Zhen."
It seemed that he could only see Lin Zhen in his eyes. He strode straight towards her, hugged her tightly in his arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "Lin Zhen, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
Lin Yue was standing behind her in full view of everyone. Lin Zhen frowned and reached out to push him away, but the man's arms were so strong that she couldn't move them at all.
"Go home, let's go home..." Unlike the cold air around him, the breath he exhaled was warm and hot, blowing past her ears with the wind.
Ji Sui suddenly picked up the person and carried him horizontally. The soldiers on both sides had already lowered their heads. He just held Lin Zhen in his arms and walked back to the room barefoot.
His eyes never left Lin Zhen's face.
After two years in the Lin Mansion, he could find the way to Lin Zhen's yard even with his eyes closed.
That night, Ji Sui could not sleep well. He dreamed that there was a tide of people on Shangyang Street in the capital. He followed Lin Zhen quietly. The gorgeous lights illuminated half the sky. Lin Zhen was tall, with a plain hairpin and white clothes, which attracted many passers-by to look at her sideways. And she just held his hand and walked on the street without paying attention to anyone else under the attention of everyone.
The next moment, everything around him suddenly became pitch black, and his hands were empty.
When I looked up again, the lights in front of me became brighter and brighter, gradually merging into a blazing sea of fire.
Lin Zhen's figure had long disappeared.
He woke from his dream with shaking hands and soaking wet.
Only Ji Sui knew the deep despair in the rolling heat wave. It was not a dream, but a memory.
From then on, day after day, he didn't even notice the passage of time. They and she were frozen in the coffin in his heart, and he lay on this coffin. With every change of night and day, the bone-chilling cold followed him like a shadow.
He didn't put Lin Zhen down until he stepped into the room.
The hand with thin calluses gently stroked her face, the smooth forehead, the beautiful long eyebrows, the cold phoenix eyes, and finally fell on a pair of red lips.
The warm and soft touch of his fingertips was like a gurgling spring, with just the right temperature, seeping into his heart and slowly melting the ice that had accumulated in his heart for a long time.
This was not enough, he wanted more.
He couldn't help but tremble slightly, and after rubbing for a long time, he finally found the sweet spring. He carefully and impatiently pried open the pearly teeth, greedily wanting to absorb more.
The sudden stinging pain at the tip of his tongue woke him up from the whirlpool of loss of control. The smell of blood instantly filled his mouth, but it still couldn't cover up the warm and sweet taste.
"Lin Zhen——"
The man's voice was hoarse, and before he could say anything, he was pushed hard and fell back half a step.
"Lin Zhen—I—"
Two crisp slaps, along with the first ray of morning light shining into the room, fell on Ji Sui's face.
The hair on Lin Zhen's shoulders trembled slightly with her heavy breathing. Her cheeks flushed with anger rather than shyness. Her phoenix eyes glared at the man in front of her: "What are you crazy about!"
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