The Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, which used to be full of cars and horses, has been abandoned for five years. Since the Marquis of Dingyuan was sentenced to the Nine Clans for the felony of treason, this mansion was naturally regarded as an ominous place. Emperor Wei did not give it to other ministers, and Yuwen Moyuan did not pay attention to it after he ascended the throne.

The Hou Mansion, which is unattended, is still built in addition to the main building that has made good materials. Some of the unreliable firewood houses have even collapsed. And the whole house is overgrown with weeds and barren, like a ghost land.

Gu Qishun knew Xiao Qingyun and Lan Jing'an's thoughts, and guessed that they would definitely come here when they entered Yonghua City. Although he couldn't send people to Dingyuan's Mansion to clean up before the city was broken, he put down furniture, curtains, tents and other things in advance, and only sent people to clean up as soon as the cadres entered Yonghua City.

And Bai Qingfeng went to the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion in person after the Xi'an Gate was broken and commanded everyone to arrange it. At this time, although the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion has not been completely sorted out, it can barely live in it.

When Xiao Qingyun and Lan Jing'an got off the carriage, they looked at the mansion they were once familiar with, and they couldn't express the emotion in their hearts. Bai Qingfeng saw that the two of them were like themselves a few hours ago, staring at the gate of the Dingyuan Marquis's Mansion, and hurriedly came over to greet the two: "Please also invite the Lord and the Great Secretary to enter." ”

Xiao Qingyun and Lan Jing'an glanced at each other, then looked at Bai Qingfeng, and followed him into the mansion together. The building still exists, and the furnishings are similar, but the things are different. Xiao Qingyun ordered the servants to retreat, and sincerely took Lan Jing'an to bow to Bai Qingfeng, with a rare choked voice in his voice: "Big brother, it is me and Ahri who can't stand the Bai Mansion, and I can't stand you." ”

Bai Qingfeng hurriedly turned sideways, not daring to accept their courtesy, stretched out his hand to help Xiao Qingyun, and said loudly: "Let's not mention this." Besides, you've never been sorry for Baifu. Without you, the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion would not be able to take revenge. Now, we're finally home. Lan Jing'an looked at the four arms of the two of them, and his eyes were like the two of them, flashing with excitement.

The three brothers and sisters took a brief turn around the house again. Although Bai Qingfeng and Xiao Qingyun are both older than Lan Jing'an, among the three, Lan Jing'an has actually stayed in this mansion for the longest time, so he also has the most feelings for the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion. Along the way, Xiao Qingyun and Bai Qingfeng listened to Lan Jing'an's thoughts, where has not changed, where the layout is different, but they feel more and more cordial to this old mansion.

The three of them had mixed feelings, and after this long day, it was still a little hard. After having dinner in the front hall, they went back to their former courtyard to rest. Bai Qingfeng used to live in Tingfeng Courtyard, Xiao Qingyun lived in Chaoyun Courtyard, and the two courtyards lived next to each other. The Wanqing Courtyard where Lan Jing'an lives belongs to the inner courtyard of the girl's house, which is a little far away from the courtyard of the two people.

It was night, and Lan Jing'an lay down for less than an hour before waking up again. Seeing that she was covered in sweat, Bi Luan guessed that she was probably having a nightmare again, and hurried over to serve.

Lan Jing Andry sat on the bed, everything was brand new, but those old people and old things were so lingering in her dreams tonight, especially when she finally dreamed of the dagger against her left chest, she didn't even see who was holding the dagger, and she woke up suddenly.

Biluan understands her complicated feelings today, and wants to order someone to prepare water for her, so that she can relax in the warm water. Lan Jing'an saw that when she missed the moment, when she saw that it was already over, she didn't want to toss people again so late, so she only wiped off the cold sweat and asked Biluan to accompany her out for a walk.

The Dingyuan Marquis Mansion in the middle of the night is no longer as casual as it was back then. On the first day of the invasion of Yonghua Castle, it was extremely well defended. The number of people patrolling in Mingli is several times more than before, and Lan Jing'an is even more lazy to care about how many shadow guards and personal guards lurk in the shadows.

Lan Jing was irritable in peace, and asked Biluan to prepare hot wine for her, planning to go to the small pavilion on the rockery of Houfu to drink alone. The summer night was a little humid and hot, and this sticky feeling, like her melancholy emotions, couldn't be dissipated.

After a while, someone went up the rockery. Lan Jing'an looked at the person, but he was a little sneering: "Brother Qingyun, why are you here?" ”

Xiao Qingyun held the mat in one hand and the wine plate in the other, and walked up the stairs. He set things up before he replied kindly, "It's hot, I can't sleep." Let me have two drinks with you. ”

Lan Jing'an knew that he must have been paying attention to his yard, and it was estimated that as soon as he went out, there would be a news from the shadow guard. She simply let go of her mind, sat directly on the mat, reached out and poured wine for herself and Brother Qingyun, and raised her glass to Xiao Qingyun on the other side of the stone table, and a glass of wine poured directly into her throat.

Xiao Qingyun didn't open his mouth to persuade her, but only accompanied her to put a glass of thin wine in his stomach, and then pushed the snack in front of her. In the dark night, Lan Jing'an wanted to confide in him, but he didn't know what to say. She sighed and took another drink.

After drinking three glasses in a row, Xiao Qingyun stretched out his hand to stop her: "No more, you will be too drunk." ”

Lan Jing'an swallowed a few cups, and his words were much more presumptuous: "It's okay to get drunk, anyway, you won't abandon me and sleep alone in the pavilion." With that, he filled himself with another cup and drank it with his head tilted.

Xiao Qingyun shook his head helplessly: "If you are drunk, I can only take you back, and then the whole mansion will see it." ”

If it was Lan Jing'an on weekdays, he would definitely have to stop when he heard this. But now she did not retreat, but simply discarded the glass, stood up, picked up the jug, and poured it violently, hoping that the liquor would quench her pain. Xiao Qingyun saw that she suddenly went crazy, so she hurriedly got up, snatched the wine jug from her hand, and reproached softly: "I know that your heart is not easy, but you shouldn't waste your body like this." ”

This pot of liquor was poured violently and urgently, and the dizziness rose in less than a moment, Lan Jing'an showed a satisfied smile, and stretched out his hands that had taken the wine jug in front of Xiao Qingyun. Xiao Qingyun was a little confused, so he put the wine jug aside and grabbed her hand.

Lan Jing'an stared at his hand held by Xiao Qingyun in a daze, and said after a while, "It's really clean." ”

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Qingyun was extremely sad in his heart, he took Lan Jing'an in his arms, and comforted her sincerely: "Don't bear it, cry if you want to." ”

Cry? For whom? Is she qualified? If it weren't for her dance six years ago, how could she have been married by Emperor Wei, thus provoking Yuwen Moyuan, causing him to be obsessed and entangled, and die on his shoulders until today? If it weren't for the fact that she showed her thoughts about Brother Qingyun, how could the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, who had been sheltering them from the wind and rain, end up with the nine clans being punished and punished?

Mother's prophecy really works. One person won Kyushu again. If it weren't for her, wouldn't the Qianguo of 20 years ago not be destroyed, and today's Dayong would still exist? Except for the people who have been killed by her own hands, do the countless souls who have died in wars and turmoil in the past 20 years really have nothing to do with her? Today's victory, tomorrow's glory, what did she step on to get it step by step?

A protracted war, several years of love and hate, in the end, in exchange for not Lan Jing'an's smile or tears, but a heavy sigh.