Chapter 129 He Can’t Admit It, Dare Not Admit It
Xie Guanlan frowned, "Was the sachet a gift from Yanchen?"
"Brother, why do you have to pretend to be ignorant when you know the truth? Didn't you already know about it that day in Grandma's room?"
Xie Guanlan was silent.
That day, he thought the little girl was shy and that's why she deliberately said it was Yanchen who sent it.
Unexpectedly...
Remembering the strange smell, Xie Guanlan took off the sachet.
He tore open the satin, revealing several purple-blue nails.
Xie Guanlan was silent for a few breaths, then threw the nail and the sachet out of the window, "I got the wrong person."
"Did you get the wrong person?" Wen Xingluo was stunned. "Could it be that you thought the sachet was from me?"
She looked at Xie Guanlan's tightly pursed lips and knew that he agreed.
She clutched the quilt tightly.
She and Xie Guanlan actually had such a huge mistake!
The conversation between Nanny Chen and Xie Guanlan in Wansong Courtyard that day is still fresh in my mind:
Why would the prince wear a sachet with such crude stitching? Could it have some special meaning?
——It was given by a very important person.
Very important person...
The grievances and resentments of the past few days disappeared in an instant.
Wen Xingluo's almond-shaped eyes were filled with joy. Her slender white fingertips climbed up his sleeves and she whispered softly, "In the prince's heart, I am a very important person, right?"
It was late autumn and the nights were as cool as water.
There are two pots of freshly cut osmanthus trees on the windowsill of the study. The slender green osmanthus leaves on the branches are clustered with clusters of golden osmanthus flowers, which are small, tender, dense and emit an enchanting sweet fragrance in the cold night.
The girl's last note was more lingering than the fragrance of flowers, gently plucking Xie Guanlan's heartstrings. A lighter touch would make him feel itchy, while a heavier touch would make him feel doomed.
Of course he knew in his heart that her importance was different from that of Xie Yanchen and Xie Shian.
Something vaguely broke through the ground.
But he couldn't admit it and didn't dare to admit it.
He is the eldest son of the Zhenbei Palace and the commander-in-chief of the Southwest Army. He has been self-disciplined, polite, dignified and self-controlled since childhood.
Some lines are abysses that he absolutely cannot cross.
Xie Guanlan's Adam's apple rolled as he said slowly, "You and Yanchen are equally important."
Without waiting for Wen Xingluo to say anything, he lowered his eyes and tucked the corner of the quilt for her, "It's late, get some rest."
Wen Xingluo watched him leave the study.
"coward."
Her voice was very low.
Xie Guanlan stepped out of Canglang Pavilion.
It was cold in the middle of the night, but his whole body felt as if it had been soaked in hot water. The layers of heat surging from his internal organs made him feel sometimes depressed and sometimes inexplicably happy.
The young leader of the Xie family had never suffered such torture.
He drew a narrow knife from the weapon display rack and practiced his sword skills under the cold moon and tree shadows in the courtyard, trying to vent the emotions in his chest.
When Xie Yanchen strolled over slowly with a lantern in hand, he saw the sword light as bright as snow in front of Canglang Pavilion. The coldness reflected by the sword was brighter than the moonlight tonight.
He read it carefully and praised: "Brother, your swordsmanship has improved a lot."
Xie Guanlan looked at him expressionlessly.
Xie Yanchen blinked.
Why do I feel so cold all over?
The wind must be too cold tonight.
So he continued to smile and asked, "Brother, why are you staring at me?"
Xie Guanlan threw a sword to him and said, "It's been a long time since I last sparred with you."
"Yes!" Xie Yanchen placed the lantern on the stone table, rubbing his hands together, eager to make his move. "My swordsmanship has been stuck at this level for over half a year. I've always wanted to ask Brother for advice, but Brother has been too busy with official duties to bother me! Tonight, Brother has shown me special care. Brother truly loves me like a treasure—"
Before he could finish, the whistling sound of the knife behind him was like the roar of a dragon!
"Oh!"
Xie Yanchen yelled in panic and quickly raised his sword to meet the enemy.
Visible cracks spread across the blade inch by inch.
Xie Yanchen: “…”
Help!
Half a quarter of an hour later.
Xie Guanlan sheathed his sword.
After stretching his muscles thoroughly, he finally felt a little better.
He glanced at the young man lying on the ground like a dead dog.
This guy secretly ate up all the candy cakes that Wen Ningning gave him, and after that he even left a broken sachet in the savings box.
Why, does he think his broken dead man's nails are treasures?
She kept doing things that caused him to misunderstand, causing him to carry the broken sachet with him for a long time. This also caused Wen Ningning to misunderstand and caused her to suffer a lot of injustice.
A beating is considered a light punishment.
The young man under the moonlight wore a scarlet robe and jade belt, his thin lips raised slightly, "Fighting with others is much more interesting than practicing swordsmanship alone. Second brother, you can come again tomorrow night."
Although Xie Yanchen was not seriously injured, Shengxue's white clothes had turned into rags.
"Wuwuwu..." He bit his handkerchief and was about to cry, "Brother is bullying me..."
She clearly treasured the sachet he gave her a few days ago and said that he was a very important person.
It's only been a few days and he was suddenly beaten up!
After Xie Guanlan left, Xie Yanchen got up aggrievedly, holding a lantern and swore angrily that he would never come to Canglang Pavilion again.
He walked out in frustration, and suddenly stepped on something soft.
He bent down to pick it up and found it was his sachet.
His precious sachet was torn into two pieces alive!
Was it... was it done by my brother?
Xie Yanchen’s eyes went dark, and the sky seemed to be falling!
Brother doesn’t love him anymore!
…
The next day.
Wen Xingluo got up in the morning, washed and dressed, stepped out from behind the screen, and saw a neatly arranged stack of family rules on the desk.
Xie Guanlan copied the remaining copies for her.
Wen Xingluo read it for a long time.
The family rules of the Zhenbei Palace were not particularly strict and harsh, but they had many requirements on how to be a good person. They required the descendants to be upright, motivated, and self-reliant, and they must not indulge in women or waste their time on material things.
She looked at Xie Guanlan's iron-painted and silver-hooked handwriting, and the image of him wearing red clothes and jade belt, with a noble and aloof demeanor, emerged in her mind.
He is talented in both civil and military affairs and has extraordinary courage and insight. Although he is young, he has made great achievements in both politics and military. He has been strict with himself since he was a child and has never violated any family rules. He is a mountain that his peers in the southwest region cannot climb, and he is the most satisfactory son-in-law in the eyes of officials.
In the eyes of Xie Yanchen's younger brothers, their eldest brother is the pride of the palace.
In the eyes of Prince Zhenbei and the old concubine, Xie Guanlan is the most perfect successor.
No wonder the King of Zhenbei, who was in his prime, handed over power to him so early.
Wen Xingluo closed the family rules.
—A woman of low birth like you should be living in the gutter, how dare you covet the sun in the sky?! If I were you, the moment I had those thoughts about my stepbrother, I would have hanged myself out of shame!
Mu Zhiqiu's harsh accusations are still ringing in my ears.
The guilt hidden deep in my heart came upon me silently.
Wen Xingluo lowered his head to look at the crisscrossing veins on the palm of his hand, and suddenly felt like a fried fish.
She was rolling in the pot of boiling oil. If she moved forward, she would be in excruciating pain; if she retreated, she would be unwilling to give up.
It's torture on both sides.
…
Wen Xingluo spent several days and finally made satisfactory pastries.
She gave one copy to her grandmother and one to her mother, and then brought another copy to Canglang Pavilion to see Xie Guanlan.
As soon as I walked to the study, I heard a fierce argument coming from inside:
"Does Prince Xie really not know who framed my sister? Just because my sister doesn't pursue the matter doesn't mean our Mu family can let it go!"
Wen Xingluo stood in the corridor.
Judging from the voice, it was Mu Zhiqiu's younger brother.
He must have heard that something happened to Mu Zhiqiu in Rongcheng, so he rushed over to visit him without stopping.
Xie Guanlan's voice followed closely, "What do you want?"
"I want you to marry my sister!"
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