I know that the snow is heavy at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.

The first heavy snow of Jingtai's ninth year fell in the middle of the night.

The snow fell overnight, and in the early morning of the second day, Yanjing City was already covered in silver.

When the morning light was slightly dewed, Yan Jin couldn't help but snort lightly.

"It hurts......" She lay on the bed with her eyes closed, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and the pain in her legs made her convulse.

It hurts so much that she wants to scream, but she can still scream at this time. The green qi guqin in her hand fell to the ground, and the fine strings seemed to be alive, wrapping around her neck, strangling deep blood marks.

In the midst of a frightened cry, she heard someone say: It's hopeless, it's a finch pecking vein.

Yan Jin suddenly realized that he was going to die.

But she didn't want to die yet - she couldn't die, she had survived such a desperate situation, and now she was going to die. No, no...... Yan Jin struggled, as if he could break free of the sticky blood.

"Buried in Falcon Ridge." The man's voice was mellow and cold, so familiar.

No!

She woke up from her dream sweating profusely, looked around blankly for a while, and her eyes gradually cleared.

"Don't think about it." Yan Jin took a deep breath, closed his eyes and comforted himself, "It's all over." ”

There was a fresh smell of atractylodes between her noses, and every qiē reminded her that she was still alive. She calmed down, tossing and turning for a long time, but still not half sleepy.

After a while, there seemed to be movement outside.

After a while, Yan Jin heard someone asking softly, "Xia Ming, is the eldest sister awake?" ”

Xia Ming replied: "Back to the second miss, the eldest lady has not woken up yet." ”

The inner room was suddenly a little colder.

Immediately followed by hurried footsteps: "Eldest sister...... Eldest sister...... Are you awake? ”

Yan Jin narrowed his eyes, and finally saw the person standing in front of him clearly: "A-Ning? ”

"Eldest sister, are you awake?" Yan Qining waved her hand and asked the mother-in-law behind her to help Yan Jin sit up.

Yan Qining is the twin sister of her mother's siblings, but their appearance and temperament are not similar at all.

Yan Qining, who was not yet ten years old, had a worried face on her immature face.

Yan Qining sighed and asked softly, "Eldest sister, are your legs better?" ”

Yan Jin nodded lightly.

"Aunt Ji has always been like this, she is thoughtful and cautious, and I can't avoid you." Yan Qining saw that Yan Jin didn't speak, so she said distressedly, "If it weren't for Aunt Ji messing around in front of the sixth sister every day, how could the sixth sister dare to push you off the rockery." ”

Yan Jin looked at Yan Qining's eyes, which had a little vague moisture, and was speechless for a while.

If she had looked at her sister like this in the past, she was afraid that she would have been distressed and comforted.

But now—she couldn't say a word.

"Eldest sister, why don't you speak?" Yan Qining's face was surprised, and there were tears in her eyes that were as clear as a spring: "Don't be angry with yourself, you will be angry." I already punished the sixth sister for you yesterday, so I'm afraid she hasn't woken up yet. ”

Yan Jin was silent, but Yan Qining was a little anxious: "Eldest sister? ”

"Huh?" Yan Jin replied lightly, his voice a little hoarse.

Yan Qining saw Yan Jin speak, so she slowly breathed a sigh of relief, "When I passed by Jinhui Garden, I saw the second aunt, and the second aunt told me that my father was about to return to Beijing." Over the years, I have often missed my father. Eldest sister, don't complain about your father, he also has his difficulties if he doesn't come back to visit you and me for a few years. ”

Yan Jin's expression was slightly sluggish, and his eyes returned to clarity after half a ring: "You said, Dad is coming back soon?" ”

"Well, the carriage will enter Beijing in about two days." Yan Qining looked at Yan Jin for a while, and then sighed: "But I...... I'm still scared, eldest sister, I'm useless, I'm actually afraid. ”

Yan Jin gathered her clothes, a trace of desolation crossed her eyes, and she understood the meaning of Yan Qining's words. As a child, she regarded her father like a monster.

Yan Jin slowed down before he said softly, "A-Ning, go and pour me a glass of water."

Yan Qining looked at Yan Jin's pale expression, nodded obediently, then stood up from the stool, turned around and poured a cup of hot tea on the mahogany table against the south wall of the inner room.

Yan Jin glanced at Yan Qining, hid his trembling hand in the brocade quilt, but his thoughts couldn't help but drift away.

Their father, Yan Jichang, was the son of the Marquis of Qingping, because he had smallpox when he was a child, he didn't listen to the doctor's instructions, and touched things that shouldn't be touched, leaving a scar on his face.

Because the scar on his face was too deep, the doctor was helpless. So now, whether in the house or out, Yan Ji often wears an iron mask to cover his face.

The people in the capital privately gave Yan Jichang a nickname - "Yaksha".

After hearing the rumors, Yan Jichang couldn't raise his head on weekdays.

Yan Jichang married their mother, the eldest lady of the Yu family, Yu.

After getting married, the husband and wife loved Qin Se and Ming. It's just that the Yu family has a hard life, and after giving birth to the eldest son Yan Xu in the first year, his body has been weak. Yan Xu is a blessed man, when he was three years old, he contracted smallpox like his father Yan Jichang, and the famous doctors in the capital tried their best, but they did not save Yan Xu's life.

After Yan Xu's death, Yu's uncomfortable sleep and food were unstable, and in less than a month, he was as thin as firewood. Later, Yu Shi heard the news from somewhere, saying that the Lingyin Temple outside Beijing was very effective, so she ignored her weakness and ran around the Lingyin Temple all day long to beg the Buddha to give Lin'er again. In the second year, Yu became pregnant, and Yan Jichang was happy to donate a lot of incense money to Lingyin Temple.

It's just a pity that Yu's body was too weak, and he gave birth to a pair of daughters early and died.

After Yu's death, the Yu family married Yu's sister Xiao Yu to Yan Jichang as a step-room. Xiao Yu's family has not come out for three years, and his temperament is withdrawn and quiet, which makes the old lady of the Yan family have a cold face.

When everyone thought that Yan Jichang was destined to have no children, Yu's personal maid Ji had Yan Jichang's child. The old lady of the Yan family was overjoyed and raised the Ji family as Aunt Ji. In the second year, Ji gave birth to a son and a daughter for Yan Jichang.

Yan Jin is the eldest daughter of the concubine and the eldest daughter of a widow, and has been teased by the people around her since she was a child. Even her grandfather and grandmother are a little unwelcome to see her.

On the contrary, it is Yan Qining, the sister of the same mother as her, who is very loved by the people around her.

"Eldest sister......" Yan Qining obediently brought the water cup to Yan Jin: "Dad came back this time, eldest sister, are you still going back to live in Haitang Courtyard?" ”

Five years ago, Yan Jichang was only a director of the Ministry of Works, and later when the Yellow River flooded, he was promoted to a member of the Ministry of Industry and went to Yuanzhou. This time, there is less contact with the capital.

Yan Jin knew that if it weren't for his father's contribution to water control over the years, the Yan family would have forgotten his savings long ago.

Yan Jin took the water and took a sip gently, thinking about how his young temperament in his previous life should have heard this. After a while, she whispered, "Do you want to go back to the Agarwood Courtyard?" ”

"I want to go back." Yan Qining's body trembled slightly, and she sat next to Yan Jin again, and lowered her voice, "It's just that I go back, I'm afraid that it will be the same as before, and I will always have nightmares at night." ”

Yan Jin glanced at Yan Qining and did not say anything to comfort him.

Yan Qining in front of him is still young, and his eyebrows are also gentle, but under this harmless skin, there is a vicious heart hidden.