Chapter 230: Thirteen Fu Jin Zhaojia Clan (Fanwai) I always thought that the Wanyan clan belonged to the past.

Until the Chinese New Year's Eve banquet, I stood under the corridor of the Qianqing Palace and saw Thirteen laughing with her. The moonlight sprinkled a thin layer of clear light, and the night wind howled, raising his robes.

He stared down at her, the smile on his lips like the warmest ray of sunshine in winter. I held his cloak in my hand, like a basin of ice water, and my whole body trembled.

Bumped back to the banquet, laughter, silk and bamboo, and commotion exploded in my ears. My heart is like a crushed pearl, broken into powder.

He came back with her, one after the other, without the slightest thought. I pretended not to know, and bowed my head to drink. He sat down, saw me pouring cup by cup, and said warmly, "Drink less." "I put another piece of duck in my bowl, and I didn't speak, just silently put down my chopsticks.

I burst into tears, and he wasn't useless, at least he remembered what I loved to eat. But what's the use of this?

I had a fire in my heart, deliberately didn't eat what he sandwiched, and still poured wine one bite at a time, and smiled with tears: "The wine in the palace is different, full of fragrant mouth, very good." He seemed to smile and whispered, "If you like, ask the Internal Affairs Office to send you two jars." You've drunk a lot, don't drink it. I turned my face, tears rolled down, and while no one was paying attention, I pretended to pull my hair in a bun and quickly wiped away my tears, then turned my head to look at him, and said: "It's rare to be happy" It's rare to be happy, and Thirteen smiled lightly and said, "Look at you, the tears are spicy, and you're still stubborn, listen to the master, don't drink it!" His tone was soft and soft, like a breeze blowing across his face.

He beckoned the eunuch to take all the wine down, and ordered someone to re-present a bowl of hot bird's nest soup with eight immortals, saying, "Drink it, otherwise your stomach will be upset at night." "It's ridiculous to say that he has treated me well all these years.

Although he doesn't love me. After the banquet was dispersed, I was drunk, my legs and feet were weak, and I couldn't even walk steadily. Thirteen helped me all the way and said goodbye to my brothers at the gate of the palace, and everyone laughed: "Your daughter-in-law can have fun today." "Everyone was half-drunk and slightly drunk, so they didn't think I was rude.

I laughed and said, "It's really a great time." Wan Yan walked up to me and said with a smile: "The thirteenth sister-in-law can eat the thick hangover soup when she returns home, otherwise Ming'er will definitely have a headache in the morning." Thirteen looked at her, his eyes wandered, and he smiled: "Ming'er, I'll send you a book" My head is getting more and more painful, my eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, my stomach is rolling, and I am very nauseous.

Gradually, he couldn't hear what they were saying, but he felt that Thirteen was smiling so happily that he wanted to keep talking to her.

I was furious, pushed Thirteen away, rushed to Wan Yan's side, I said: "You, don't talk to Thirteen, he is my husband, I am the Thirteen Fujin, I don't allow you" My mouth swirled, the voice reached Wan Yan and Thirteen's ears, only a whimper remained, Thirteen hugged me horizontally, smiled at Wan Yan and said a few words, and Wan Yan left.

He carried me into the carriage, fearing that I would be cold, and wrapped me in his cloak in his arms. I leaned on his shoulder, his breath rhythmically blowing in my ear, and whispering softly, I vaguely agreed, and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, he entered the palace alone to greet the emperor Amma, and then returned to the house early, accompanied me to dinner, and did not go out to meet guests, but nested in the study.

I had a splitting headache, and I felt more comfortable in the afternoon, so I personally cooked two dragon wells, and wanted to taste them slowly with him, and when I entered the study, I realized that there was dust in it, and he didn't need the help of the minions, so he climbed on the top of the bookcase by means of stairs and sorted out the books like a world-shattering situation.

I put the tea on the desk and said worriedly: "Let the minions take care of it, and be careful to flash my waist." He looked at me and looked at me in the same way, and said, "I'm afraid they're mistaken." I said, "I boiled the dragon well, you come down and drink tea before you do things." He hummed, and suddenly said excitedly, "Ah, I found it!" I almost forgot about last night's events and smiled, "Find what?" He came down slowly from above, and I hurriedly held on to the ladder below.

He said: "Rose said that she wanted to read idle books, but she couldn't read them if they were too ordinary, so I wanted to find a few interesting ones for her." "He is calm, as if it is a trivial matter, if I care, it is stingy and does not know the demeanor.

He patted the dust on his body, picked up the tea and leaned back like a cow drinking water, and said with a smile: "I happen to be thirsty." I was stunned and smiled instinctively: "There is another bowl." And she gave him her bowl.

He didn't ask much, and still drank it in one gulp. I saw that he was dressed neatly, and said tentatively, "Do you want to see a guest in the meeting?" He put down the teacup, leaned over to sort out the books on the ground, and said, "Yesterday I promised Rose to send her books" and seemed to realize something, and looked up and said, "Do you want to go with me?" I was stunned, and said with a panicked smile: "My body is soft, and I don't have the strength, so I won't go." I could almost hear him breathe a sigh of relief, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Make the kitchen lighter for a snack, and your stomach will have to take care of it for a few days." I responded, "yes." "Coming out of the study, I walked quickly to the depths of the back garden, not daring to let my subordinates follow, holding on to the pillar of the pavilion, almost paralyzing.

The sunset was cold and cold, the dead branches and wild grass were swishing in the wind, the tip of my nose was blowing red, and I shrugged slightly, and tears and snot flowed down together.

The swelling and pain in my throat made me desperately hold back, holding back the sound of sorrow, my nails clasped tightly on the vermilion lacquer pillar, and the scratches seemed to be engraved on my heart.

I don't know how long it took for me to slowly become calmer. The clouds on the horizon were dim, and the lamps were hung in the distant corridors, and I looked up at the endless twilight, my tears were dried by the wind, and my heart was confused.

I gave myself a sad smile and said to myself - forget it, forget it. When you're a lot older, why are you still jealous like a little girl?

It's funny. What if he has her in his heart? He's like me, he can't do anything, he can't do anything.

Everything is destined by its own gods, and no one can change it. I wiped away all my tears, picked up my thirteen blessing shelf, and slowly walked back, the girls were already anxious at the gate of the garden, and when they saw that I was fine, they fell down on the big stone in their hearts.

When I returned to the courtyard, I saw Thirteen's personal servant standing under the porch, I couldn't help but be stunned, and hurriedly entered the house, and saw Thirteen sitting on the kang flipping through the book and drinking tea, and couldn't help asking, "Why did you go back?" Thirteen said quietly: "Oh, I'll be back as soon as I finish delivering the book." Although he pretended to be nothing, the loneliness in his eyes couldn't hide from me.

I estimated that Wanyan didn't want to see him, so he had to come back in a gloomy way, and couldn't help but say refreshed in his heart: Yes!

Thirteen threw away the book and said, "Does your head still hurt?" I said, "It doesn't hurt." So he turned over and went into the house to take off the hairpin, changed his clothes, washed his hands and cleaned his face, looked in the mirror, and found that his eyes were a little swollen, and he hurriedly picked out the rouge and put it on his face.

Thirteen said outside, "Are you hungry?" "I actually had a bad stomach and didn't want to eat at all, so I wanted to blurt it out

"I'm not hungry", and remembered that he was thinking about finding a book for Yan's family during dinner, and he didn't even eat a few bites of food, but he was afraid that he was hungry, so he said, "What do you want to eat?" I let the cook do it. His voice came from the small flower hall and said, "If you have an upset stomach, let's eat some light soup porridge." I got dressed, went to his room and sat down, and said, "I suddenly want to eat noodles, what do you think?" He slowly flipped through the pages and said, "Whatever you want." I beckoned the girl to come forward and ordered her to go to the kitchen to order two bowls of chicken noodle soup, and the girl answered and retreated respectfully.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year today, he and I only ate a bowl of chicken noodle soup casually, plus spicy milk melon slices, sauce peppers, sweet sauce ginger teeth, and sauce sweet snails.

He didn't have a mother since he was a child, and he has never been very particular about food and clothing, and a bowl of noodles can send him properly.

He sat on the kang and rested for a while, got up and put on his shoes, and said, "I'll go to the Wusu family house to take a look, just now I heard that someone said that she was not well. And he said, "Rest first." "Honestly, I didn't want to serve him today, so I took him a cloak and sent him out.

The night was dark, and his figure disappeared into the darkness little by little, until he turned the porch and there was no trace, and I went back to the house to rest.

He was not there, and he felt that his heart was empty like a cold wind passing through, and he felt that something was wrong left and right. In the middle of the night, I hadn't fallen asleep, and my mind was full of thoughts, thinking of Yan Rose for a while, remembering the events of yesterday's banquet for a while, and guessing what happened to Thirteen and going to Baylor's Mansion on Fourteen today, thinking about it, I really couldn't sleep.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of rustling outside, and he shouted, "Who is outside?" It turned out to be thirteen: "It's me, wash your face and come." I sat up in shock and said rudely, "Why are you back again?" Thirteen lifted the curtain and entered, and did not ask anyone to wait, he unbuttoned his coat, took off his belt, and said, "Today is the first day of the new year." "Yes, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, you have to stay in the Fujin house, which is the rule brought out by the palace.

While changing his bedclothes, he said, "It's almost time, why haven't you fallen asleep yet?" Am I arguing with you? I disguised myself and said, "I just fell asleep, I was dreaming, and I woke up when I heard a sound." Thirteen hummed, not doubting him, lifted the quilt and lay down beside me.

I asked, "What happened to the Usu?" Thirteen in short: "It's okay, I've eaten too much greasy food recently, I guess it's on fire, Ming'er asked Dr. Bai to prescribe him two pairs of stomach-clearing decoctions." And he said, "Sleep." He closed his eyes as if he were thinking about something, and as if he were asleep, breathing lightly and evenly.

I lay beside him, the dim light shrouded in, and the smell of his book slowly overflowed the tip of my nose, warm and kind, so that I couldn't help but want to get closer to him and snuggle up to him.

Anyway, it's good that he's back. ...