It is said that Song Wan'er returned to the house from the Ministry of Officials that day, thinking that the Lin family brothers and sisters must be anxious and want to visit the Lin Mansion, but thinking that the Lin Mansion was on the cusp at this time, in view of her status as a princess, it was not appropriate to visit the Lin Mansion publicly, so she sent Huo Nian to the Lin Mansion to deliver the news, only saying that the matter of the old General Lin was still inconclusive, and the concubine would also investigate and deal with it impartially, so please relax their minds.

In the next few days, Zhao Feng'an was the new secretary of the ministry, and he was entangled in official affairs every day, very busy, leaving early and returning late.

And Song Wan'er was injured in her hand, and it was inconvenient to do anything, she didn't want to enter the palace to let her father and queen mother see that she was worried about Pingbai, and it was inconvenient to go to Jingzhu to talk to her heart like before, so she simply recuperated in the mansion.

One day a few days later, after breakfast in the early morning, Song Wan'er lazily crooked on the beauty couch in the study, holding the book, reading it without a match, looking at it tastelessly for a long time, and feeling that the study was boring, so she helped Jin Han to go for a walk in the back garden.

At this time, the autumn mood was very obvious, Jin Han took a cloak and draped it over the princess's shoulders, and slowly paced with her to the back garden, and sat down on the bench in the Yongle Pavilion.

In the middle of summer, the lotus leaves in the pond are now fallen into stump branches, and they look even more depressed under the autumn wind.

Jin Han saw the princess lying on the railing, looking at the pond water as if she was thoughtful, and couldn't help but comfort: "Princess, since you know that the Lin family has had an accident, it always seems that you have something on your mind. According to the slave maid, you don't need to worry about it, you can always find out what is right and wrong, is it possible that you still can't trust the donkey? ”

Song Wan'er put her chin on her arm and said sullenly: "Of course I believe him, but a lot of things have happened during this time, and I always have some unsteady ...... in my heart."

Jin Han smiled and said: "During this time, the concubine is getting closer and closer to the princess, princess, what else are you not steady?" ”

Song Wan'er laughed at herself, it was because she was getting closer and closer that she couldn't understand him more and more, and she realized more and more what he was hiding.

At this time, Huo Nian suddenly appeared outside the pavilion and bowed: "Princess." ”

Song Wan'er was still lazily lying on the railing, her eyes wandering, "What's the matter?" ”

"In the middle of the night yesterday, Qin Ying died violently in the edict." Huo Nian whispered.

"Qin Ying is dead?" Song Wan'er immediately sat up straight and asked in surprise, "How did you die?" ”

"It was said that he committed suicide in fear of sin, and hanged himself by hanging his belt on the edge of the window. He left a letter in which he confessed to keeping an assassin and to sending someone to assassinate him. ”

"Didn't he always refuse to admit it before? Why did he suddenly confess his sin? Song Wan'er asked.

"The lowly detective heard that yesterday afternoon, the concubine went to the edict prison and talked to Qin Ying alone for a while, and after the concubine left, Qin Ying committed suicide at night."

Song Wan'er frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then asked: "How is the investigation of Dali Temple about the assassination of the horse?" ”

"The situation in Dali Temple is similar to that of the lowly office, and the assassins raised by Qin Yingyang have been dismissed from Shengyang, and they will definitely not be the ones who assassinated the horses that day. In addition, that day, the horse temporarily decided to go to the palace to pick up the princess, and took the road that he didn't often take on weekdays, so he passed through the uninhabited alley, and the assassin couldn't have been ambushed in advance, and the clue was broken here. Huo Nian's tone did not have the slightest emotion, just expounded the facts.

Song Wan'er was silent for a moment and spoke, every word was very clear in the autumn breeze, but it also seemed to be a little cool: "Okay, since Qin Ying has confessed, this matter can be closed." However, Huo Nian, I want you to check again, what is the past between the horse and Qin Ying, I have to check it secretly. ”

"Yes." Huo Nian agreed and retreated silently.

*

That day, Zhao Feng'an did not return to the princess's mansion until late at night.

Song Wan'er had already gone to bed, she was sleeping in a daze, feeling that she was being taken into a familiar embrace, she opened her eyes slightly, and murmured: "Feng'an? ”

The person holding her did not answer, but just pinched her chin and kissed her, eager and passionate, with heavy emotions.

Zhao Feng'an's familiar breath overwhelmed her, she tasted the strong taste of wine in his eager lips and tongue, she was a little surprised, Zhao Feng'an rarely drank alcohol, and he had never been drunk, and he drank so much wine today.

She avoided his kiss slightly, gasped and asked, "Have you drunk?" ”

Zhao Feng'an didn't stop, but he said a very nasal "um", then caught up and tore her lips again, and vaguely seemed to say: "I want you." ”

Song Wan'er wanted to ask something, but she was suddenly held by Zhao Feng'an, and she couldn't say anything.

The autumn wind was whistling outside the window, but the bed inside the room was extremely hot.

Zhao Feng'an has always been strong in bed, and today it is estimated that he is drunk, and he is still domineering, but he seems to be more indulgent, and he keeps calling "Wan'er" in her ear when he is dying, gentle, ruthless, and whispering......

How can Song Wan'er withstand it? It had long turned into a puddle of water, and he was allowed to do whatever he wanted, until the window turned white, and he was let go by Zhao Feng'an, who was happy.

In the early morning of the second day, when Song Wan'er woke up with a sore body, it was already bright outside, and Zhao Fengan was still sleeping beside her.

Song Wan'er thought about his madness last night, no matter how much she begged, she didn't let her go, she felt that the handsome face in front of her was very hateful, and she opened her mouth and bit his shoulder.

Zhao Feng'an sighed, opened his eyes slightly, and was confused when he first woke up, Song Wan'er knew that he was tired and attached after seeing complete relaxation in his eyes, but he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had already returned to his usual clarity and convergence.

Zhao Feng'an sat up with Song Wan'er's waist around her shoulder, looked at the sky outside, lowered her head and pinched the corner of her forehead, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's so late." ”

Song Wan'er lay on his shoulder weakly, and said with disgust: "Yes, who would have thought that Lord Zhao, who has always been calm and self-disciplined, would have a time when he was drunk and disorderly. ”

Zhao Feng'an moved slightly, he turned his head to look at her, as if he was recalling the scene of last night.

In the afternoon before yesterday, he went to see Qin Ying in the Imperial Prison.

Twenty years ago, when he was four years old, he watched this man kill his father through the window.

A snow-bright dagger, stained with the blood of his father, ticked and ticked. The burly Qin Ying held the dagger, smiling evilly and stabbing at his father, who was gradually losing his breath.

He panicked, turned around and wanted to run, but accidentally made a sound, Qin Ying raised his head suddenly, and his red eyes stared at him viciously, who was still small.

Twenty years later, this person's expression was shriveled, and he was curled up in the prison cell like a pig and dog, while Zhao Feng'an was dressed in a cyan robe, with a tall posture, standing condescendingly in front of Qin Ying.

Zhao Feng'an looked disdainful, looked at Qin Ying's embarrassment coldly, and said, "Qin Ying, your family has been exiled, including your three-year-old son. You know, along the way, you're going to be displaced, and you're going to get into something terrible......"

"He's only three years old, you're not human!" Qin Ying screamed by the neck.

Zhao Feng'an squatted down and looked at Qin Ying at eye level, his eyes were cold and evil, and the corners of his mouth even hooked a smile, like a poisonous snake-like smile, and said word by word: "I'm not human, so what are you?" Twenty years ago, the man who killed King Zhao and his four-year-old son, wasn't it you? ”

Qin Ying's blood-red eyes stared at him, gradually revealing a terrifying look, a gurgling sound came out of his throat, and he pointed at him, "Are you ......?" How can it be? Obviously ......"

Seeing that Qin Ying's face was defeated inch by inch, Zhao Fengan straightened up, and his voice was cold: "You should be glad that I am not you, and I will not be killed." Therefore, if you confess to the assassination, you will kill yourself, and I will save your son's life. After speaking, Zhao Feng'an didn't look at Qin Ying again and left this filthy cell.

Qin should have committed suicide at night.

Yesterday morning, Zhao Feng'an heard about Qin Ying's affairs in the Ministry of Officials' Office, which were all under his control, he didn't feel any turmoil in his heart, and he didn't show it on his face, so he handled official affairs as usual.

After the evening was dismissed, he left the government office and returned to his home, and the car drove to a remote alley, but Wen Zheng stopped the carriage.

Wen Zheng took out a jar of wine and two wine glasses that had been prepared a long time ago, poured a glass for Zhao Feng'an, and said with red eyes: "Childe, don't blame the lowly for making your own decisions, the lowly is really happy in my heart today, after so many years...... I know that it is not easy for you, so I have the courage to prepare a drink and toast you. ”

It's just a glass of wine, Zhao Feng'an thought, took it indifferently, raised his head and drank it.

The hot and spicy wine flowed all the way into his stomach, but it was like igniting a fire, melting a crack in his shell that had been frozen for many years.

Turbulent emotions poured out from that crack, so many years of depression, heaviness, hatred, forbearance......

This fire is not big enough, this gap needs a bigger gap.

So in that silent alley, Zhao Feng'an sat in the carriage and drank cup after cup alone, until all the ice was melted away, and after all emotions were evaporated, only a bright and smart smile was left in the void.

His heart was so empty that it hurt to think about her, he threw down the wine glass, and he asked Wen Zheng to continue driving back to the house, the sooner the better.

All night last night, he just wanted to rub her into the bones and blood, absorb her softness and warmth to fill his empty heart.

"Bong'an, why were you drunk last night? Did something happen? ”

The coquettish voice in his ears brought Zhao Feng'an back to his senses, he looked down at Song Wan'er lying softly in his arms, her face was delicate and her expression was lazy, Zhao Feng'an's eyes became darker, her fingers rubbed her snow-white and delicate shoulders, and her voice was low: "It's okay, but I had a drink with Wen Zheng." ”

"Oh." Song Wan'er responded as if she didn't care, and said, "I heard that Qin Ying committed suicide the night before yesterday, and I thought it had something to do with it." ”

Zhao Feng'an was silent for a moment, and then asked rhetorically, "Why do you say that?" ”

With such a plausible answer, Song Wan'er slowly lowered her eyes.

The red gauze curtain was still closed, and the sky outside the window was faintly filtering in, rendering the inside of the bed hazy.

Song Wan'er was still in his arms, hugging intimately, but she clearly felt that the charm between the two had dissipated, leaving only vigilance and dullness.

"It's nothing, I'm just talking nonsense." Song Wan'er smiled, got up from his arms, raised her arm to tear the bed curtain open, and bright light poured in.

Zhao Feng'an slept outside the bed, and Song Wan'er wanted to climb over him to the edge of the bed, and asked, "Aren't you going to be on duty today?" ”

She had already crossed most of the time, but suddenly Zhao Feng'an held her waist down and pressed her back into his arms. Zhao Feng'an buried his face in her shoulder socket, sniffed the warm fragrance on her body, and said vaguely and firmly: "Anyway, it's late, stay with me for a while." ”

As he spoke, Zhao Fengan had already turned over and pressed her under him, his lips sucking on the side of her neck, and his hands were not honestly moving.

Song Wan'er hurriedly pushed the heavy body on her body and whispered for mercy: "No, no, no, I still have pain in my body......"

Song Wan'er's refusal seemed to stimulate Zhao Feng'an, his movements were suddenly ruthless, one hand fixed Song Wan'er's hands, and the other hand tore off the curtain of the bed that had just been pulled up, and the bed was dimmed again.

In fact, how could Zhao Fengan not feel the change in the atmosphere when the two people were talking just now? And what made him panic was not that Song Wan'er asked about Qin Ying, but that she was no longer as straightforward and honest as before.

In the end, she looked light and perfunctory and casual, as if she had lit a smoldering fire in Zhao Feng's peace of mind, and at the same time, there was a kind of panic that was out of control.

Will she also be false to herself?

What must he do to prove that she is completely his own, and how can he tolerate the slightest rejection from her?

This was a □□ with a huge disparity in strength, and Song Wan'er couldn't stand it in the end, so she could only let Zhao Feng'an take what she wanted, and her supple and well-behaved appearance also calmed Zhao Feng'an's anxiety.

When everything calmed down, Song Wan'er was really annoyed, and ignored Zhao Feng'an with a cold face.

Zhao Feng'an's mood improved significantly, he ordered someone to bring warm water in, and wanted to take Song Wan'er to wash, but she slapped her hands away in disgust.

Zhao Feng'an didn't care either, watching Song Wan'er slowly move to the side of the bed, and when she stood up, she was about to soften with a "hiss", he was prepared, regardless of her complaints and struggles, he stepped forward to pick her up, and stepped into the bathtub together.

The warm water overflowed her chest, Zhao Feng'an let Song Wan'er lean on her arms, gently rubbed Song Wan'er's soft and thin waist with her calloused palm, and whispered in her ear: "Wan'er, there is still about half a month, my family's ancestral house in Zhao Guo will be repaired, I will send you to live for a while, you will definitely like it." ”