Although An Xien returned to Changtu Mansion for more than half a month, there was no sound outside, but Huzi thought that An Xien was safe and would not be in danger of being sunk by An Zhifu. After all, the matter of An Zhifu pampering his daughter is well known in Changtu Mansion. If it weren't for his doting, he wouldn't have allowed Ann to go to France to study, and even postponed her marriage until she was in her twenties. Most of the current An Jien is under house arrest as before, but I think it should be more closely guarded.

What to do? Don't do it! Zhao Yueyue said it very clearly and reasonably. Huzi is sorry for such a woman, and feels that she should not marry Nalan Bowei, but what can he do? To save people? In what capacity? What morality is it in?

This matter is not something that Huzi can interfere in, and it is not even something that Huzi should inquire about. Since ancient times, the marriage between the two parties has been concluded by the words of the matchmaker of the parents. An Xien is the daughter-in-law of Nalan Shiheng and the fiancée of Nalan Bowei, and this matter was decided by the two families before An Xien was born. Whether it is reasonable or legal, An Jien is the one who is at fault. She disobeyed her father's order and ran away from marriage, and even if An Zhifu beat her to death after she was arrested, it was not impossible.

Having said that, Huzi still felt unspeakably uncomfortable when he thought of this. An Jien told Huzi that she wanted to go to Beijing to teach, and even as a woman, she wanted to use education to serve the country. In Huzi's opinion, this is actually not easier than Hua Mulan, who joined the army for her father, and An Jien can also be regarded as a heroine. But such a woman, even if she is unwilling, will she end up marrying someone she doesn't like or even dislike, and she will marry and teach her children for the rest of her life? It's just too pitiful.

Not only Huzi felt uncomfortable, but others felt uncomfortable because of this incident. Who? Naranlang.

Sitting alone in the dead of night, Nalan Lang drew a picture of a beautiful woman with the help of the not very bright light. Nalan Lang's painting work is carefully pondered, very smart, and his characters have a trace of aura between their eyebrows and eyes, which looks so expressive.

He did not study Western painting, but used the techniques of Chinese painting to depict a woman in a Western dress. He didn't draw it out of his imagination with confidence, but copied the image from a photograph. It's just that the woman in the photo is smiling very freely, and the characters in Nalan Lang's paintings, although they are also smiling, have sadness in their eyebrows and eyes.

This is no one else, Nalan Lang painted it, it is An Jien.

"'Whoever reads the west wind is cold alone, Xiao Xiao Yellow Leaves closes the window, and ponders the past and stands in the sun. was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only ordinary at that time. 'This kind of lovesick sorrow is really not enough to be humanized with outsiders......" A woman's voice came from her ear, which startled Nalan Lang.

He looked back and saw that it was Grandma Seventeen. It's just that at this time, Nalan Lang saw Grandma Seventeen, but he didn't have the slightest sense of panic and fear, and opened his mouth to exhale a strong smell of wine: "Don't talk nonsense, I am not husband and wife with her, and she has never died. Get away from me. ”

It's not that the wine is strong and intimidating, when facing a goblin, Nalan Lang can still be so tough. It's just that this yellow soup has been poured too much, and when her mind is not very sober, although she recognizes the person, she only feels annoying, as if she has forgotten her identity.

was scolded by Nalan Lang like this, but Grandma Seventeen was not annoyed, but just debated with him: "Although this poem is Nalan Xingde's mourning for his deceased wife, it is not impossible to compare you to Nalan Xingde and An Xien to Lu's family." How similar do you think this place is? ”

"Okay, then tell me, where is it?" Nalan Lang simply threw the pen aside, got up and poured a glass of wine in his hand, and said with a smile, "You are right, I will toast three glasses with you, what you said is wrong, I will punish you with three glasses of wine." ”

"It's okay," Grandma Seventeen took the wine glass from Nalan Lang's hand and sat down in the place where Nalan Lang was sitting just now, "Shixian is a character who has no wine and is not happy, and he has said things like 'wine is more sorrowful', when the heart is not peaceful, it is better to drink less wine, let me drink it for you." ”

Grandma Seventeen took a sip of the wine in the glass, frowned, and asked, "What is this?" It's so strong, but it doesn't smell at all. ”

"It's called Вoдka (vodka)," Nalan Lang smiled and showcased, "It's a strong drink from Tsarist Russia, it has no aroma, only strength." Is it delicious? Don't drink it yet, you ...... You haven't said it yet, why am I like Nalan Xingde mourning his deceased wife? ”

Grandma Seventeen put down the wine glass, brushed her fingertips lightly over the place where there was no ink on the drawing paper, and said softly: "Although it is the third watch in the middle of the night, it is not when the sun sets, and the residual sun cannot be seen, but the west wind is strong and the leaves are falling Xiao Xiao, which is the same as the scene in the poem." ”

"Yes, it's the same." Nalan Lang may have really drunk too much, and he couldn't stand steadily, so he moved to the small couch and pounced on it and rubbed his head.

Grandma Seventeen didn't care about him, and continued: "Obviously, not long ago, the two of you were quite happy. She goes to the library every day to teach, and you wait for her to pick her up after school, isn't it a good time for you to remember the "gambling books to consume the fragrance of tea"? Now that she has been caught, she has re-chosen the auspicious day of the zodiac, and you may be called her sister-in-law after the New Year. Obviously living in a house, obviously happy with each other, but can only treat each other with the etiquette of an uncle and sister-in-law, no longer as innocent as before, every time I see it, I think of the days when you two were childhood sweethearts. Such pain does not mean that she is dead, but that your heart is dead. Isn't this the same as the mood in the poem? ”

"Good! You can say that again! Nalan Lang got up, clapped over and over again, and said, "I'm from Lenga Mountain, and I'm from the Lu family, okay!" If you explain it well, you are talented Grandma Seventeen, and I have to toast you three times. ”

The two faced each other, and after three glasses of wine, Nalan Lang grinned and scolded: "Damn, this old Maozi is really not a thing, the wine brewed is only on the head, and it is only spicy when you touch it!" But it's useful, it's useful......"

Although Nalan Lang is a well-known loser in Changtu Mansion on the bright side, he has always been personable and polite to everyone he meets. Thinking of such a gaffe now, no one has ever seen it. Seeing that Nalan Lang was about to fall, Grandma Seventeen hurriedly took two steps, supported Nalan Lang, and put him on the couch.

And she herself also lay down beside Nalan Lang and whispered in his ear: "Wine can't eliminate sorrow, it can only add to sorrow." It's better to indulge once, find some spring in the autumn, or extinguish your lovesickness. ”

Nalan Lang's breathing paused, but he didn't even open his eyes: "Don't make trouble, Grandma Seventeen, are you a goblin or a fox spirit." I don't know much about you goblins, but I've heard that vixens are meant to suck people's yang. I promised to sleep with you, and I'd die. I'm not stupid...... Hehe, I'm not stupid. ”

"Who said I was Hu Seventeen?" Grandma Seventeen's voice changed, "Nalan Lang, open your eyes and see, who am I?" ”

Nalan Lang opened his eyes in a daze, his head turned to the left, and he couldn't move it anymore. He found that it was not Grandma Seventeen lying next to him, but Ann Jien!

"Hi-en! You...... Why are you here? Nalan Lang's hand climbed to Grandma Seventeen's face, "Aren't you under house arrest by Governor An?" Today, another table was set up for the wine...... You, I can't bear it, let you suffer. ”

Grandma Seventeen pointed her finger at Nalan Lang's lips: "Don't say it, it's nothing more than fate, you two have no fate." But even if I have to die tomorrow, I also think that I am yours. 'I want to know you and live a long life. The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder is shaking, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are combined, and they dare to be with the king'. ”

"Fool, you're a fool." Nalan Lang took Grandma Seventeen in his arms and remained motionless.

"Aren't you the same?" Grandma Seventeen stretched out her hand and gently untied the loops on Nalan Lang's clothes.

Nalan Lang was taken aback, and hurriedly grabbed Grandma Seventeen's hand: "Hien! What are you doing? Don't do anything stupid. ”

"You say I'm stupid, I'm not stupid, then I'm really sorry for you." Grandma Seventeen smiled, "Come on, be silly with me." ”

Nalan Lang let go of Grandma Seventeen's hand and let her take off her clothes for herself. When he took off Nalan Lang's upper body and was shirtless, he grabbed Grandma Seventeen's hand again, and this time, his voice became a little hoarse: "I'm really drunk, I'm not stupid, I'm not crazy." You're not Ann Ann, you're Grandma Seventeen. ”

"Saying that you are drunk, in fact, you are not drunk, this sentence is somewhat reasonable." Although Grandma Seventeen was seen through, she still didn't disperse the illusion, and was still speaking in An Jien's voice, "You just think it's a dream, don't you want to?" I'm Hu Seventeen, but tonight, I'm An Xien. ”

Nalan Lang and Grandma Seventeen's movements were so deadlocked, and after about a pillar of incense, Nalan Lang slowly let go of his hand.

And then - the jade pillar opens the cardamom, and the plum blossom falls to the spring. Xiao pipes and pipa are intertwined, and the single hole and single strings are colorful. Weak flowers and vines wrap around the tree, and two flowers bloom together. Broken mercury fell to the ground to make silver threads, and pearl veins flowed copper bottles. The absurd thing is not on the table, just say that after Nalan Lang fell asleep naked, Grandma Seventeen shook her body, disappeared out of thin air, and went somewhere else.

"Are you satisfied?" Grandma Seventeen asked softly the girl who was lying on her side on the bed, hiding her face and crying with her back to her.

An Jien listened to Grandma Seventeen's movements, and replied in an imperceptible voice: "I can have this time, and I don't owe him love." ”

Grandma Seventeen felt angry and ridiculous again: "I really owe you, I say it's a goblin, and I want your soul to go on my body, just for the sake of love debt." Are you really going to die? ”

An Jien stopped crying, and her voice was much calmer: "Of course, if I don't die, what else can I do?" ”

"Do you want me to give you a hanging rope?" Grandma Seventeen smiled, "It's not pleasant to be a hanged ghost, but I can take you into the hall to cultivate a smoke soul." ”

"I'm not in a hurry," Ann sat up and looked directly at Grandma Seventeen, "I have to die on the day of the wedding, in the wedding hall." ”

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