Chapter 71 Farewell Night
On the way back in the carriage, Wen Ning felt as if her heart was stuffed with a ball of water-soaked cotton wool, heavy and messy.
And still angry!
He actually hid such an important thing from her.
But when I thought about it again, I couldn't help but be stunned.
The emperor summoned the marquis back to the capital. Even if I knew about it, what could it matter?
Will you go back to Beijing with him?
How will I behave when I go back?
A slave with a child? Or a concubine raising her ex-husband's child?
Even if she had never thought about a formal status, if the Marquis really gave her one, how could the old lady agree?
But she had promised the old lady that she would never meet the Marquis again.
Now he has broken his promise again.
Thinking of the old lady, Wen Ning's fingertips unconsciously tightened the handkerchief.
But compared to the struggles of these identity disputes, the fact that the Marquis only had three years left to live was even more difficult for her to accept.
Putting aside his own concerns, he was a general guarding the northern border, an iron wall that could terrify the enemy, and a pillar of support that made the people feel at ease when they mentioned him. How could such a person not have a peaceful life?
Xie Jinglan saw that she was silent all the way, frowning slightly. When his fingertips touched her slightly cold earlobe, she suddenly came back to her senses.
"What's wrong? You seem listless since you came back from your husband's place. Are you feeling unwell?"
Wen Ning was already angry with him, and when he asked her that, she said unhappily, "I'm not feeling uncomfortable at all. I just remembered Master scolding the Marquis for his mistakes, and I'm starting to reflect on it!"
Xie Jinglan raised an eyebrow, but instead of being annoyed, he leaned forward with interest, "Oh? The miracle doctor also speaks ill of others? How did you say it? Tell me."
Wen Ning was choked by his attitude and said with a hidden meaning, "Master said that the Marquis did not inform me in advance of his return to the capital. I am afraid that he is worried and hiding everything from others. He is not serious and cannot be trusted in the future..."
Upon hearing this, Xie Jinglan suddenly chuckled and tapped the wall of the carriage unconsciously with his fingertips.
He has a clear mind.
It must be that old guy Cai Huichun who told her all about his affairs.
He originally thought that doctors were very cautious, but he didn't expect that this old man would protect his apprentice so closely.
He has always been vindictive, and at this moment he really wants to tell Ning'er about his romantic affairs with Concubine Lu.
So that Ning'er can know the true face of her master.
"I was going to tell you this, but you're clearly working really hard preparing for the exams, and I really can't bear to bother you with these things any further."
The car swayed slightly, and he took her hand. "I didn't calculate the timing well, and let the gentleman reveal the secret first, which made you angry."
"In that case, how long will the Marquis stay in the capital?" Wen Ning glanced at him coldly, with a hint of disapproval and anger in her coldness.
The man paused. Being looked at like this by her, he actually felt a bit embarrassed, as if he had been blamed by his own wife and couldn't explain it.
"I am just a soldier taking a short break in the capital. A general's duty is never to stay in the peace of a city or a pond. Now that Yuezhou is stable, there are other places to go."
He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Don't think too much. No matter where I'm transferred to, I'll rush back as long as I have a moment of free time."
Xie Jinglan spoke lightly on the surface, but there were undercurrents surging inside him.
He just hoped that Cai Huichun could make the antidote quickly.
At that time, even if he had to snatch her from the people of Yuezhou, he would definitely lock Wen Ning tightly by his side and would not allow her to leave for even a moment.
Wen Ning understood the meaning of the man's words. Even if he didn't return to the capital, he definitely couldn't stay in the border town forever.
So there is nothing to worry about this matter.
After the conversation, the two only talked about returning to Beijing, and neither of them mentioned the prophecy of "three years of life".
…
The handover matters before leaving the city piled up like a mountain, and Xie Jinglan was busy until late at night for several days in a row.
The glass lamps in the corridor swayed gently in the night wind.
He raised his hand and rubbed his brow. The skin under his fingertips was stretched due to days of hard work, and his temples were also aching slightly.
The light in the side room was off, and the room was quiet with only Xibao's regular breathing.
Wen Ning lay on her side on the edge of the bed, her long hair spread over the pillow, and she was only wearing a thin shirt casually draped over her body.
The belt was tied loosely, revealing a section of her white neck.
Apparently, he had waited too long and finally couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.
Xie Jinglan walked closer with light steps, looked at her for a moment in the moonlight filtering through the window, and finally leaned over and held her horizontally in his arms.
Wen Ning was sleeping soundly, and when she was picked up, a soft moan escaped from her throat.
Her eyelashes trembled but she didn't open them. She just subconsciously snuggled into his arms.
The man carried her out of the side room. The wind from the corridor blew the night dew towards their faces, suddenly lifting up her moon-white thin shirt, revealing a small part of her snow-white ankles.
The person in his arms shuddered subconsciously, complaining vaguely, "Cold..."
The man responded softly in his throat, and tightened his arms, holding her tightly in his arms.
The woman pressed against his warm chest, her nose rubbing against the cool buttons.
I could only feel the dampness of the night dew mixed with the sandalwood on his body, seeping into my breath.
When they got to the inner room, Xie Jinglan hugged her and snuggled into the quilt with her.
The quilt was fluffy and wrapped the two of them around and rolled half a circle before stopping.
She was pressed under him, her back hitting the soft mattress, and that slight bump made her chaotic consciousness clear in an instant.
The man traced the contours of her eyebrows and eyes, and his fingertips rolled over the loose hair on her temples with a slight, barely noticeable tremor.
"Is everything handed over?" Wen Ning asked softly.
"Yeah." The man responded, the breath rolling out of his throat still carrying lingering fatigue.
"when……"
She looked up and wanted to ask him when he would leave, but before she could say two words, she was stopped by his kiss.
When he leaned over, a gust of wind blew up, and the edge of the quilt was lifted high, revealing half of her fair arm.
The kiss was restrained and gentle at first, but the kiss was filled with the helplessness of separation.
But somehow he lost his composure again and the kiss gradually became more intense.
He clasped her neck with one hand, so tightly that it seemed as if he was rubbing her into her bones and blood.
The other hand clasped on the waist had slightly bulging veins, pulling the person tighter in his arms.
"Hmm..." Wen Ning was breathless from the kiss. She raised her hand to his chest, but he took advantage of the situation and grabbed her wrist and pressed it back to the side of the pillow.
His lips and tongue moved all the way down, across her jaw, biting her collarbone, and with a sigh that had been suppressed for a long time, he said, "Ning'er..."
The man tonight is both restrained and unbridled, repeatedly torn between tenderness and passion, turning reluctance into possession and forbearance into madness.
The scalding breath burned every inch of her skin, with a reckless madness, wanting to take all her breath, temperature, and trembling for himself.
The woman's soft sobs, mixed with his heavy breathing, kept surging in the small space wrapped in the quilt.
…
The morning light was like a blade, cutting through the bed curtains inch by inch, shattering last night's beauty into pieces.
When Wen Ning opened her eyes, the quilt beside her was already cold.
In the soreness and weakness after pleasure and pain, she heard the soft sound of saddle leather outside.
Then came the sound of distant horse hooves, crushing the morning frost.
The eyelashes under the brocade quilt trembled, forcing back the sourness.
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