Azhao, Akang and others who were following from a distance and squatting behind a big tree looked at each other in confusion. What was going on? !
Azhao hurriedly led the horse to catch up. Akang and Azheng looked at each other and ran out quickly. They stood in front of Su Ci for a while, at a loss. Akang said, "Madam, then..." What should they do? What's wrong?
Su Ci was still holding the exquisite revolving lantern, the candlelight reflected on the glass, shining brightly. The largest firework exploded in the sky, a bright blue one, and the whole street was in uproar and amazement. The person who had just stood beside her and held her hand to watch the lantern together was no longer there.
She was also a little bored, so she picked up the beautiful revolving lantern and stared at it for a while. It was a pity that she had spent so much effort on such a lantern, but it ended up with a whimper.
"Okay, let's go. It's late. Let's go back." She said with a smile.
"Oh, oh," Akang and the others responded quickly, then remembered something and scratched their heads: "Madam, where are we going back to?"
Well, logically speaking, the master might have returned to Yangdu in a rage.
A Kang spoke cautiously, but Su Ci didn't mind talking about this topic. She thought for a moment and said, "Let's go back to Yangdu."
I'll be back sooner or later anyway, and I'll have to pay my respects to Mrs. Yan when I get back to Suiping tomorrow morning, so let's just forget it.
She blew out the candle, handed the beautiful revolving lantern to Ah Zheng to hold for her, climbed onto the horse, and smiled: "Then let's go."
Akang and Azheng looked at each other secretly, not daring to say anything, and hurriedly responded to get on the horse. Azheng carefully gave the revolving lantern to Akang to hold first, and took it back after he got on the horse.
They all knew how much effort the master had put into this lamp, so they dared not say anything, let alone throw it.
…
If Akang, Azheng and the others were cautious and felt a little bit like they were in a low-pressure situation, then Azhao's side was definitely much more miserable, with heavy rain, thunder, strong winds and lightning.
After he struggled to push through the crowd, he finally caught up with Yang Yanzong in front of the city gate. Yang Yanzong snatched the reins from his hand, jumped on the horse, and whipped the horse hard. The big brown horse neighed in pain and rushed out like an arrow.
"Master, Master!"
A Zhao hurriedly chased after it for a few steps. Fortunately, his companions who were waiting at the door saw the horse and hurried over. Everyone hurriedly jumped on the horse and chased after it!
It was the Mid-Autumn Festival of August 15th, and not long after the fireworks were over, a dark cloud came and a light rain fell. Azhao couldn't help but curse in his heart, why the hell do we have to be so appropriate!
A'zhao and his companions chased desperately with cloaks and rain on their backs, but they could not catch up with the angry riders in front of them.
Yang Yanzong usually took good care of horses. After all, they were good companions for soldiers on the battlefield. But tonight, he whipped the horse hard and fast, even with a frenzy of force.
The big brown horse is a famous breed that is the result of the mating of the Western Regions and the Hetao region. It gallops at full speed as if riding the wind, but Yang Yanzong seems to be unnoticed by wind or rain.
He returned to Yangdu at the fastest speed like a whirlwind. He raised the reins and rode straight into the front yard. The horrifying look on his face frightened the soldiers guarding the yard. They looked at each other and quickly looked at Azhao: What's wrong? What's wrong?
A'zhao didn't dare to say anything. He crawled and rolled off the horse and rushed in.
Before entering the courtyard, he heard the long neigh of Holler's horse, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. With a "clang", the entire study door was kicked 180 degrees and bounced back. Then there was a loud crackling sound inside, and the entire study was like a strong wind passing through it, and everything in sight was smashed to pieces.
You could hear a pin drop in the study room. Everyone was on edge, keeping silent.
But even at this time, there are still people who dare to stroke the tiger's whiskers.
The person who came was the butler of the inner house of Suiping Yang family. Ah Zhao brought him here with gritted teeth. He stood cautiously at the door and whispered: "Butler Yang came here this afternoon on the orders of the old lady."
He complained bitterly, but he had to obey Yan's orders, so he quickly took two steps back after saying it.
The newly promoted steward of the inner house was a middle-aged woman with a sleek bun. She bowed quickly and replied that she was sent here by Yan's order yesterday. Yan chose a concubine for her second son and did not forget the other two sons, especially the eldest son, for whom she picked the one with the best color. However, Yang Yanzong had not been home and would probably not come back to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, so Yan asked the steward to send him back directly.
The manager hitched the carriage early in the morning and arrived in the afternoon, which happened to be the wrong time for Yang Yanzong and Su Ci. He waited for half the afternoon and one night. He thought there was no hope today, but when he heard that Yang Yanzong had returned just before going to bed, it was already night, so he hurried over to report.
After the housekeeper's wife finished speaking, there was no response, but silence. She heard Yang Yanzong's heavy breathing, and inexplicably felt like he was a ferocious beast. She felt frightened for no reason and quickly followed A'zhao's example and dodged two steps.
As she moved aside, a slim and pretty maid with slicked-back hair was revealed behind her. The maid lowered her head, took small steps forward, bowed, and said in a delicate voice, "My name is Lu Yao, nice to meet..." the eldest young master.
Before the word "eldest young master" was finished, the furious Yang Yanzong turned around, took a few steps forward, and kicked the maid in the heart as she was about to raise her head shyly. The latter screamed and flew backwards, was kicked seven or eight feet away, flew down the corridor, heavily swept over the flower bed, and fell into the center of the courtyard. She covered her heart and vomited blood, and fainted.
"roll!!"
"Get out of here, everyone!!"
Yang Yanzong glanced at the housekeeper's wife, and she immediately pissed herself to death. Yang Yanzong said grimly: "Drag her out and give her twenty strokes of the cane! Go now!!!"
Someone immediately stepped forward and grabbed the frightened housekeeper's wife and the fainted maid, and dragged them out without mercy.
Azhao didn't have to fight, but after thinking about it, he quickly decided to just get twenty strokes of the stick, just to get by, and then he could go back and lie down to recuperate. By the time his injury healed, the storm should have passed.
So he hurried to catch up.
…
It was already late at night when Su Ci returned to Yangdu Mansion.
It was raining out of the blue and I was soaked to the skin. Don’t they say it won’t rain on the 15th of August? It’s not Dragon Boat Festival!
She carried water, added water, took a bath, washed her hair, and dried it. It was almost four o'clock in the morning when she finished. She rubbed her eyes and felt a little sleepy.
Oh, let’s go to sleep.
Su Ci lay on the table and thought for a while, and finally decided to blow out the lights and go to bed.
Pull up the thin quilt and roll up. The big bed seems extra spacious with one less person, but she is not unaccustomed to it.
Su Ci is well-informed now, and she already knows about what happened in the front yard.
Shrugging his shoulders, to be honest, there was nothing surprising about Yan's actions. A woman who had been locked up in the inner house for her entire life could only cause trouble for others with those two tricks.
In fact, she was not the first one. As Yang Yanzong rose to power step by step, many women sent him gifts. In those days, giving women gifts was like giving gifts in later generations. This was one of the varieties, more common than Yan's axe.
But Yang Yanzong had deep feelings for her, so he gave the gift to her without even seeing her.
Hey, look, is it appropriate to be so open-hearted?
And more importantly, this model does not conform to her outlook on life and love.
Su Ci shook her head and spread it out. Why should she be so serious about it?
Isn’t it good to live a happy life?
Boss Yang is really hard to please!
She complained about Yang Yanzong and felt sleepy. Never mind, just go to sleep first. Sleeping won’t solve the problem. Things will work out when the time comes.
Su Ci felt very sleepy. She yawned, pulled the quilt over her head, turned over twice, and soon fell asleep.
…
She slept soundly.
Yang Yanzong hadn't slept for two nights.
He was truly moved and touched by her. Just as he thought, love was an emotion that went deep into one's bones. With his expectations collapsed, how could he close his eyes and go to sleep?
After the extreme anger, he felt sad. He had really put his heart into this relationship. The two of them were close to each other, leaning on each other, and supporting each other through life and death. When they were together, he could clearly feel that she was very happy too.
But why doesn't she take it seriously?
When a sincere love is given but not reciprocated, he feels not only angry but also sad for the sweet days and nights they once spent together. After gradually calming down, he couldn't help feeling sad because he loved her so sincerely.
It's no exaggeration to say that I've put a lot of thought into her.
He had never treated anyone like this before.
real.
Why?
What exactly is her heart made of? Does she really care?
Yang Yanzong had been busy all day. He had originally planned to set aside this day to accompany Su Ci, but now that was not the case. He was busy all day, and when night fell again and it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he sat there for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help it and stood up abruptly!
…
Su Ci went to see Yang Yanzong once during the day today, but he was out.
No one found.
Su Ci came back and sat with her chin in her hands for a while, then finally got up and went back to the study to write her work plan.
She will probably be living in Yangdu for a long time in the future. Since she has moved, her medical studio and laboratory will also be moved here. The place has been decided and vacated, and it is being cleaned up. She will write a layout plan, and she also plans to set up a small studio at home.
After writing and drawing for a day, at night, she asked A Zheng to go and see if Yang Yanzong had returned. Ah Zheng looked back and said no, but he was a little hesitant and glanced at her from time to time.
Su Ci knew it very well, but after thinking about it, she pretended not to know. In fact, if she went to find Yang Yanzong, the basic result would be another big quarrel.
She lay on the table writing and drawing until the beginning of the Hai period. When she felt it was almost done, she piled up the drafts, tidied up and went to bed.
She closed the window and turned off the lights. It seemed to rain in the second half of the night. She was drowsy and pulled out the spare quilt from the inside of the bed, covered herself with it and continued to sleep.
Her sleep quality is pretty good. Even if she has something bothering her occasionally, it basically doesn't affect her sleep, and this time is no exception.
But tonight, for some reason, she always felt half asleep and half awake, as if she was dreaming. She dreamed of Yang Yanzong. In the dream, she and Yang Yanzong were madly in love, sometimes they were inseparable and flew together, and sometimes she held his hand and cried and sobbed. Finally, she put on wings and flew away. It turned out that she was an angel. After a trip on earth, it was time to go back to heaven.
It was bizarre, nonsensical and illogical. She knew she was dreaming and was amused, but after laughing, she felt a little melancholy.
Then she gradually woke up, and suddenly, she seemed to feel someone sitting at the head of her bed.
Su Ci suddenly opened her eyes. Oh, it was real, there really was someone there. She looked closely and it was Yang Yanzong!
Su Ci: “…”
You scare people to death, brother!
Fortunately, she was brave. Su Ci was frightened for a moment. She turned over and sat up to take a closer look. Then she breathed a sigh of relief. Oh my god, she was scared just now.
She patted her chest and came back to her senses.
Yang Yanzong remained motionless and silent.
Su Ci tucked her long hair behind her face and asked in a low voice, "Husband?"
She reached out to pull Yang Yanzong's hand, but as soon as she touched his hand, she found it was very cold, just like the night rain outside, freezing cold. His cuffs were a little damp, probably because he had been caught in the rain and wearing wet clothes for a long time.
She pulled the quilt over him, wrapped his hand around it and covered it, holding it together to warm it, and whispered, "Why don't you change your wet clothes?"
It was late at night and everyone was asleep. Her eyes were as clear as water and as gentle as a pool of water, filled with a hint of concern.
Same as before.
Yang Yanzong suddenly felt a little bit of hatred, hating the fact that she never changed, as if nothing could stir up the waves in her eyes. She could always be so calm and so happy!
He frowned, trying to hold back the dull pain in his heart. In the dark night, his face could not be seen clearly. His Adam's apple rolled for a moment, and after a while, he suddenly asked her, "Why?"
His voice was a little hoarse, but in this quiet night, it was very clear, "Can you tell me why?"
Su Ci was speechless. She didn't know how to answer this question.
Should she answer that it is actually quite normal for her to be like this, as most modern people are like this?
There are very few people who are open-hearted, easily moved and willing to give everything.
These are the three views that she has been instilled with since childhood: world view, values, life view, and emotional view. She can understand him, but she can understand herself even better.
She didn't speak for a long time, and Yang Yanzong got up and left.
He walked out of the door quickly, and with a clang, he stepped into the night rain without looking back.
Su Ci hugged the quilt and watched him walk away on the water. She was silent for a while, but she did not chase him.
The disagreement between her and Yang Yanzong was actually a matter of values and personality.
He is tough and strong, with the genes of attack and predation engraved in his bones. He takes a step back and pays, but never intends to give up the gains.
On the contrary, because of the regression, people care more and have higher demands on what they think they deserve.
Although she is a layperson, her values are firm.
Well, there is no solution to this problem.
Su Ci rubbed her face twice and lay back on the bed. Well, she felt a little sorry for him this time, so she would let him decide. She would not lie to him. She could accept whatever he wanted.
Oh, it makes me bald.
…
But in fact, Su Ci still knows Yang Yanzong very well.
He has a strong character and is definitely not one to indulge in self-pity.
From yesterday to tonight, from anger to sadness, and then to grief, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he asked her why.
But this behavior only happened once.
The stronger a man is, the stronger his self-esteem is.
After feeling angry, sad and upset, he returned to the study, surrounded by the wet rain and the entanglement of love and hate. Then he sneered, “Okay, okay!”
He has never been one to curry favor with others.
He even bowed down to ask her to win her back.
Since you don't want to, forget it.
Is he a man who needs to force a woman? !
She can throw away or give up anything she wants, so why can't he do the same?
impossible!
Okay, since she is unwilling to fall in love with him, then they can just be an ordinary couple in the future.
He did not forget her contribution.
Okay, that’s it!
Yang Yanzong sneered.
He can also have a wife, concubines, sons and daughters like other men, and his life can return to normal. There is nothing wrong with that!
When he wants to take a concubine, he will do so.
He thought so.
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