At night, the moon and stars are scarce.

Zuo Chuning had no intention of warming up his veins, he slept in the carriage for most of the day during the day, and he was not sleepy at this time, so he got up quietly and walked out of the room.

The moonlight poured over the entire courtyard, as if covered with a layer of frost. His courtyard is not large, and when you look up, you can see it at a glance. There is a stone table in the center of the courtyard, there are four stone benches next to the table, there is another rockery outside a zhang in the west, a few fine bamboos under the mountain, the bamboo roots are few flowers and plants, it is all the objects.

From time to time, a fresh breeze blows slowly, and the bamboo leaves are rustling.

Zuo Chuning stood at the door of the room, seeing things but thinking nothing.

With Zhang Jingrui by his side during the day, his mind is just empty, without joy or sorrow. But at night, when he was the only one left in the dark room, his mind, which had nothing in the past, was instantly filled with the pain that had swarmed in, and even overflowed with pus.

He didn't want to stay in the room.

Zuo Qiu Ning walked aimlessly, picked up the poetry book on the stone table, and remembered that when he first returned home, there was only surprise in Zhang Wanrui's chestnut eyes, and a warm current slid through his heart.

For Zuo Chunin, he is the only person to look forward to in this mansion. It was again fetching water and looking for clothes, and it was not until Zuo Chuning's face was cleaned up that he asked about the trip to Jiangnan.

Zuo Qiu Ning didn't talk much, just said a few words lightly, he was a little afraid to mention the Xing family, too many things had happened in this month.

Fortunately, Zhang Jingrui's curiosity is not heavy and he will not get to the bottom of it.

His room was opposite, and Zuo Chuning put down the poetry book and turned his head to look. The room was not closed, he lay on the bed, sleeping very dead, but his clothes were not taken off, probably because there were no servants in this annex now, and he was worried that Zuo Chuning would get up and no one would take care of him at night.

Zuo Chuning didn't wake him up, and stood alone in the courtyard, and after a long time, he walked out of the courtyard in a daze.

It was late at night, and only one part of the entire mansion was still lit up.

Like a moth, he wandered through the darkness, pointlessly swooping towards the light.

Unconsciously, he had approached the brightly lit courtyard, looked around, and knew that it was the residence of Zuoqiu Moshu and Zhang Jingjin. He pressed against the wall, walked lightly towards the courtyard door, and then quietly peeked in.

It turned out that neither of them slept, Zuoqiu Moshu sat on a small pony, wearing a robe, staring at the starry sky in the distance. Tonight, too, is sleepless for her.

Zhang Jingjin was silently accompanied by him.

Zuo Chuning's impression of Zhang Jingjin is very special, obviously he has lived in the same mansion for six or seven years, but his communication with her is only a handful, if it is not Zhang Jingrui's sister, he will often forget that there is such a woman in the mansion.

When she is quiet, she is like a beautiful flower shining on the water, and her action is like a weak willow supporting the wind, which is very beautiful, which is all Zuo Chuning's cognition of her.

In the first two years, there were often matchmakers who came to the house to propose marriage, but because of her life experience, most of them came to take concubines for those high-ranking families.

Not surprisingly, she rejected them one by one, and it has been dragged to this age, and it is difficult to remarry in the current dynasty.

In the dark, if there is a god pulling, Zhang Jingjin turned his head, looked at the courtyard gate, and found Zuo Chuning peeping.

Zuo Chuning shook his head at her and motioned not to tell his sister.

Zhang Jingjin bowed his head, and the two met and smiled bitterly.

In a trance, Zuo Chuning heard some voices, as if someone was arguing, from far to near, more and more clear, more and more familiar, and his eyes also saw the red light from the lantern in the distance.

He spun around and walked quickly to escape, his cane tapping against the ground. However, the people behind him still did not let him go, and a voice like a ghost sounded in Zuo Chuning's ears:

"Ning'er!"

Zuo Chuning didn't stop, he walked straight forward, his body began to tremble again, he was afraid, he was so scared.

"Your mother called you, what are you running?"

Sure enough, it was them! It was his parents!

The noble lady carrying the lantern quickly caught up with him, and as soon as her hand was raised to grab Zuo Chuning's arm, he vigorously broke free.

"Get out!" he sneered, turning his head.

"Ning'er, you have such a small amount of energy, how can you become a big thing!"

"What do you mean? Huh?

Although the woman's words were expected by him, although he clearly wanted not to resent them, Zuo Chuning was still very angry at this moment, his face was hideous, he turned his body suddenly, grabbed the woman's shoulder with one hand without crutches, and roared at her face and said: "Do you mean to say, after all this, do you want me to act as if nothing happened, and do you want me to respectfully call you father and mother every day!"

"Oh, you let go! What's wrong with us working so hard to raise you so big and making you make some sacrifices for Da Zhou?" the woman was dragged in pain, and after breaking his fingers, she hurriedly retreated.

"You fucking shit, don't be so high-sounding! Lao Tzu is not a fucking moral saint! In your family, I am just a pig and dog driven by others!"

"Look at the way you look now! Don't you even want to recognize your father and mother when you go out of the long distance? Do you really think that the Holy Lord will let you be the commander of the military guards! You don't want to think about who Ping Huaining is, and you want to control him?

"Then who cares about him? Zuo Qiuyi?"

"Your eldest brother is much more obedient than you, an unfilial son. Zuoqiu An Yuanlang said angrily.

Don't do anything stupid! Wait for me to find you!

Suddenly, these eight words jumped into his heart, Zuo Qiu Ning exhaled a long breath, forcibly suppressed his anger, and stared at the couple numbly, they actually didn't bring a servant, it was really unprecedented.

He snorted, turned around resolutely, and went straight to his courtyard like the sun, no matter how much he shouted and cursed behind him, he never looked back.

Zuoqiu Moshu heard the movement outside the door, and had already stood up to investigate, and when she saw that it was her parents, she was also speechless, and directly closed the courtyard door with a heavy slam.

Seeing this, Zuoqiu Anyuan said coldly and gloomily to his wife Chai: "Look what you are used to them all in!"

"How can it be that I am used to it? The son is not the fault of the godfather! If Ning'er really sits on the top spot of the deterrent guard, I will see where your face goes!"

"Hmph, use Ning'er's life to exchange for a reason to increase troops in the mainland, this idea is what you came up with, don't forget. ”

Zuoqiu Anyuan and his wife gradually drifted apart, and the quarrel continued.

No one noticed that in the corner of the courtyard, where the moonlight did not shine, there was a cloud of mist that blended with the darkness. After no one in the courtyard, the black mist rose and jumped out of the mansion of the military department and fell into the narrow alley.

The black fog cleared, and a figure gradually appeared.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and the cold snake letter stabbed straight at the figure.