Chapter Twenty-Three: Plotting as a Confidant, Beauty as a Hero

Because seeing each other is like not seeing, so it seems ruthless

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After Yan Yong settled Jian Wei, she went out, and it took two days to rush back. As soon as he entered the palace, he heard that Yan Zongxian was coming, so he went to the front hall to wait.

In the past two days, Jian Wei's wrist injury has been slightly better, and she is worried about Chunluo's ancestors and grandchildren, and she is just waiting for Yan Yong to come back and say goodbye and leave.

On this day, Qinglian did not deliver food as before, she waited patiently until the afternoon, and no one was seen, so she couldn't help but feel angry in her heart, so she put aside Yan Yong's previous advice and quietly slipped out.

Out of the Quenching Pavilion is a long corridor that runs through the garden and connects with the rest of the place.

Jian Wei walked to the back door with the memory of her previous visit, and after walking less than ten meters, she suddenly heard a voice, she stopped vigilantly and flashed into a flower bush next to her.

The voice was getting closer, but it was the voice of a man and a woman.

A slightly older voice said: "You don't need to say anything later, be smart, and your good will be indispensable in the future." ”

The woman Nono said yes.

After a few steps, the man said, "I can remember the poems I learned before." ”

The woman meekly replied, "The slave does not dare to forget." ”

The man said, "Then you can wait here." ”

After the man finished speaking, he turned around and left, Janeway looked at the woman curiously, she turned her back to this side, and from this she could see a light blue large-sleeved shirt, a pleated long skirt, a hair comb bun, simple decoration, and a graceful figure.

She was wondering whether to sneak over, when she heard a burst of laughter from far and near, so she had to crouch down and continue to hide there.

After a while, I saw a group of people lively from far and near, leading the way was Wan Yanyong, beside him stood Jin Wushu and a middle-aged man, discussing something, when it came to Xing, everyone laughed.

She instinctively looked at the woman in blue, who was standing under the shadow of a flower, faintly almost blending with the mallow flower.

I only heard Jin Wushu laugh and said: "I heard that you love books and become crazy, that day in Bianjing, everyone fought for the treasury property, only you, but you came back with a lot of books." Your brother laughs at you for being stupid, but I think everyone is stupid, and you are the only one who wakes up. ”

It turned out that this person's name was Wanyan Zongxian, and he was the younger brother of Wanyan Zonghan, who was not good at marching and fighting, but was good at literature. Zong Han gained power, he devoted himself to reading his own books, Zong Han lost power, he still read his own books, idle and comfortable in the court, and he didn't like the party for personal gain, but won the respect of the ministers.

Wanyan Zongxian also smiled and said, "This is borrowing the marshal's Chrysostom to take off that pedantic hat for me." ”

Janeway heard that he was the man who had just spoken, and she vaguely guessed his purpose in her heart. Sure enough, after Yan Zongxian finished saying this, he suddenly seemed to be attracted by something and stood still.

Everyone followed his gaze, gathered at the mallow bush, it was the early summer of more than May, the mallow bloomed about the same, the purple and white stamens with the leaf veins to grow, happened to be next to a thousand leaf pomegranate, pomegranate flowers shine on the eyes.

Jin Wushu asked Yan Yong: "Who is there with the pestle?" ”

Wan Yanyong glanced at it and replied: "It was a maid by my mother's side back then, called Jinse." I must be missing my mother again. ”

Jin Wushu said "oh", and saw that the person and flowers were very beautiful, and couldn't help but walk over. The woman seemed to have just noticed the appearance of the crowd and hurriedly saluted.

Wanyan Zongxian had a surprised expression and said, "I really thought it was a fairy just now, but it was as moving as my mother." ”

Jian Wei heard him praise people so much, and laughed secretly in her heart, this person is really good at talking, both praising people and dissociating the relationship.

Jin Wushu couldn't help but smile: "When you say this, I don't know if you praise or depreciate."

He glanced at the brocade again and asked, "Your wife loves peony the most, why are you in a daze with this mallow?" ”

Jin Se Yingying bowed and replied softly: "The peony is planted by the prince." But this mallow was planted by the lady herself. ”

Wanyan Zongxian frowned. The smile on the Golden Vulture faded away.

Jin Se didn't know it, and only continued: "The slave and maid looked at this mallow, and only felt that 'the master is not in the flowers, and it is better than the green pine to keep the cold of the year'. ”

Jin Wushu slowly glanced at Yan Yong and said, "This unruly slave maid, drag it out and dispose of it." ”

With that, turn and leave. That Jin Se's face turned pale for a moment, she looked at Wanyan Zongxian for help, and whispered an adult.

Zong Xian glared at her and shouted, "Don't drag it out quickly." ”

Janeway was confused, completely confused.

In the blink of an eye, Jin Wushu and everyone went far away.

She stood up cautiously, her feet were already numb, and it was painful to move, she leaned on the bush of flowers and settled down, and made up her mind that since Yan Yong had returned home, she would better go back and say goodbye to him before leaving.

In the evening, Wan Yan Yong really came to Quench Sexuan.

She looked at his bright smile, and she couldn't see anything wrong.

Jian Wei leaned back in the chair to eat the leftover snacks from yesterday, and Wan Yanyong looked at her listlessness and said, "Qinglian is lazy, and she starved you like this." ”

She tilted her head and asked, "Why are you only coming back now, and you won't even be able to see this appearance later." ”

Wan Yanyong said: "The marshal ordered me to run some errands, but it was delayed." ”

"Is it difficult?" she asked. ”

He raised his eyebrows: "It's not difficult, but it's a little troublesome to do it well." ”

Jian Wei sat down and said, "Wan Yanyong, let me ask you a question." ”

It was rare for him to see her so serious, and he also smiled and bowed slightly.

"From the time we met until now, I think you are really a good person, and I have always regarded you as my friend. What about you? Do you have me as your friend? ”

He didn't expect her to ask like this, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, but just looked at her in surprise.

Jian Wei saw that he was stunned for a long time and didn't react, so she deliberately said: "Hey, I'm being amorous, I already know that my identity is low, even if I look passable, it's just barely a lacquered vase, and I even want to make friends with a rich second generation like you, and I expect you to be my friend, hey." ”

After hearing what she said, Yan Yong hurriedly denied: "No." Of course I'd like to be your friend. I was just...... It just felt sudden. ”

Seeing that he was in a hurry to confess, Jian Wei felt very useful in her heart, and smiled, "Na, this is what you said." I remember it. ”

She immediately came to her senses and jumped off the chair: "Then you can take your new friend to visit your house first." "She's been bored for a long time.

Wan Yanyong's expression froze on his face, and he said after a while: "This is not my home." ”

Janeway looked at him suspiciously.

After a while, he said with difficulty: "After my father died, the marshal asked to take in our mother and son as my father's own brother, but my mother was unwilling, so she dragged me into the military camp, entrusted me and everything in the house to him, and went to practice by himself. Therefore, now the actual master here is the marshal, and it is no longer the Zongfu clan. ”

After hearing this, Jian Wei knew that Wan Yan Yong really regarded her as a friend, and couldn't help but feel that she was too abrupt, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry." ”

He shook his head, and said, "Don't worry, this is my mother's former residence, and the marshal will never come in." ”

She reached out and patted Yan Yong's arm: "Okay, I naturally rest assured of your arrangement, you will definitely not harm me." ”

Wan Yanyong looked sideways at her hand and said solemnly, "Well, I definitely won't harm you." ”

He reverted to his usual gentle smile, but now his smile was less polite and pompous, and became real.

Jian Wei was worried about Chunluo's ancestors and grandchildren, so she offered to go back.

Wan Yanyong comforted her: "Don't worry, I have already gone to see them on the day I brought you back, and gave them some silver to avoid them temporarily." ”

"Avoid? Could it be that Wanyan Pearl has found them? She was so confused that she forgot about this, and she couldn't run the monk to the temple.

Wan Yan Yong finally stopped hiding it: "It's not Wan Yan Pearl." In fact, since Wan Yanliang knew that the 'Zhao Yun' sent to the camp was not you, he began to inquire around, and he sent many people to investigate on the way back to the Southern Song Dynasty, and the Five Kingdoms City was almost overturned. It's just that I didn't expect ......"

When Jian Wei heard this, she interrupted him a little smugly: "It's just that I didn't expect that I didn't go back to the Southern Song Dynasty at all, living in Shangjing in a big way, talking in the teahouse for fun, and living so freely." ”

He looked at her with a smile: "It's because you're so bold that you even hid it from the marshal's people." ”

"The marshal's man?" She sensed something was wrong.

"Yes." He knew he was speechless, and nodded briefly.

Jian Wei's heart tightened, and she realized that if the Golden Vulture really had such a heart for herself, it would be easy for a 'Zhao Yun' and an expired holy decree to solve it.