In front of the corridor of a wing room in the General's Mansion, the night was bleak and the moon was faint with sparse stars. Even the autumn cicadas that had been chirping for several days seemed to have lost interest and hid quietly in the depths of the leaves. Everything looked so solemn and dull.
At this moment, a black figure flashed by from the dark, blocking the only cluster of light projected by the wind lamp under the corridor.
"Drinking alone...... by myself......" The newcomer still has an untamed tone and a wild figure.
Po Feng didn't go see him, he just stood guard by the wine jar, listlessly staring at the dark colors in the distance, his face a gloomy hue that couldn't be wiped away.
"I've heard it all, what happened today. It seems that in the days I was away, you didn't have a very good time." Cheng Ying said lazily, leaning against the corridor pillar and speaking faintly to him.
"Yes, it's just as bad for you..." Baofeng was used to his sarcastic remarks, but today, after drinking, he felt inexplicably self-abandoned.
Cheng Ying smiled slightly: "Ah, you can still talk back to me, looks like there's still hope for you."
"Come on, don't be alone and depressed. I'll keep you company for a drink, let's just say it's my daily good deed!" He said as he walked from the corridor to the steps and sat down shoulder to shoulder with Po Feng.
The moonlight is cool and refreshing, the night wind is cold and chilly. A mouthful of turbid wine goes down the throat, and I feel a sense of melancholy about the world's emotions.
"I'm saying, we're both in the same boat. We've both fallen for someone with all our hearts, but just can't get a response from her." Cheng Ying swallowed a mouthful of wine and muttered to himself. "But fortunately, my one is just an airhead. I'll probably have to put in some more thought."
"Brother, this is really unbearable. Otherwise, be careful not to get burned by your own fire." Cheng Ying patted Po Feng's back very seriously.
"My grandfather once said, a man must get rid of three things: shoes that don't fit, friends who pretend to be close, and women who don't care about you. At the same time, a man must have four things: confidence on his face, kindness in his heart, courage in his blood, and strength etched in his soul."
"So, brother, after drinking this cup of wine, let bygones be bygones. Tomorrow when you wake up, you'll still be a good fellow. There are many good girls in the world, why bother with that poisonous... flower."
That night, Po Feng was very quiet, quietly drinking and quietly listening to Cheng Ying's nagging. Perhaps his heart was really too depressed, on such a night, with such friends by his side, it was indeed better than countless lonely and melancholic nights.
Perhaps one day, he will also meet a woman who is compatible with him, like his master, and fall deeply in love. They can live happily together for the rest of their lives.
As for the poisonous hibiscus in Cheng Ying's mouth, it may not be so easy to pull out of his heart. But I believe that one day, the former stubbornness, the former passion, will all match up to a sincere emotion.
At this moment, in the backyard, Xie Yan and Qin Miao had finished packing up and were huddled on the bed. The events of the day had left them both shaken and distressed, especially Xie Yan.
"An Nuan, I've wronged you again..." Xie Yun hugged Qin Miao and apologized softly in her ear.
Qin Miao hummed and pouted, with her usual coquettish tone: "It's really unfair. Everything else is fine, but to let our child hear such heart-wrenching words in the womb, I just can't bear it."
Her small hand was soft and fluffy, and she grasped Xie Yun's hand: "However, I believe that from now on, Qinxia will no longer disturb us, none of them will."
Xie Xun hugged her even tighter: "It won't happen again."
"You're right, the moment you walked in today, your demeanor was dignified and your eyes were smiling. Even I felt my heart longing for it. I'm afraid those women downstairs must have been smitten too."
Qin Miao said with a sour tone, and soon after, she leaned her small face against Xie Yun's chest. "However, fortunately, you are mine."
Xie Yun couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I really didn't expect it, little girl is quite jealous. I hadn't noticed before. This kind of trivial matter can actually make you eat a bit."
He rubbed the little girl in his arms: "But I just like you to be jealous, like your infatuation with me, can't forget, can't let go. Haha!"
"Shameless! Who can't forget and put down their grudge against you? Be careful, I'll run away from home again, this time taking your whole family with me, humph!"
"Ah...... I was just joking, don't come at me again. As a husband, I'm not worth it, spare my life, wife!"
The hustle and bustle of the day, the silence of the night. In such days, some people are happy, while others are worried. Under the same sky, in a secluded small courtyard of the Zhang family, Xiangxiang sat by the window wrapped in her quilt. The scenes of the day, like a replay, disturbed her already fragile nerves.
She thought she understood that man, but time and again he deviated from her expectations, until now she still doesn't understand where the problem lies.
Looking around, she felt a chill all over her body, and there was not even anyone to talk to. Lao Tai Tai had returned to the countryside due to illness, and the servants in the courtyard were now all following their mistress's lead in being exceptionally cold towards her. This kind of day, where she was abandoned by everyone, hadn't even passed a single night, yet it made her feel fearful and more anxious than ever before.
What else is waiting for her tomorrow?
Magistrate Zhang must have found out, he can't bear to see his reputation ruined. He himself made a scene in front of Qin Miao during the day, and everything that should be exposed has been exposed. Her identity, this pitiful and lowly identity, must have been used by Madame Zhang as a topic of conversation. Perhaps in a few days, or perhaps tomorrow, she will be despised and even abandoned by the Zhang family.
Why was I born into such nobility, yet ended up in such a miserable state?
She gazed coldly at the dim yellow glow of the room, the candlelight seeming more piercing than usual. Heaven is unjust, the way of heaven is gone! She screamed in her heart like a ghost, but she really didn't dare to truly vent her repression.
No, she's not alone, there's also that broken wind! That broken wind that has always been infatuated with her body!
Xiangxiang carefully searched her memories for everything about Po Feng, as if his persistence could bring a hint of warmth to this increasingly cold night. Those physical memories had indeed left their mark.
She still remembered the first time, when she was flustered by Xie Yan's lack of reaction, feeling extremely humiliated. When had it been that so many men were infatuated with her talent and beauty, in the building at that time only she had the right to choose a man, where would she be disliked by a man?
She rushed downstairs in her dressing gown to get a breath of fresh air and saw such a tall, imposing figure standing there.
A woman, always suffering in one place, wants to vent in another. Who says men are not infatuated with her body! So she actively clings to his robustness, a soft and gentle water-like melting into his eyes, heart, and body.
From then on, the man fell deeply in love with her entanglement. Every time he hit a wall at Xie Cen's place, he could find comfort in his body, so that her heart wouldn't lose hope little by little.
This man is really foolish, and he even dares to think of marrying her, secretly hiding her in a small house. As for his so-called military achievements, who knows when he will be able to take the place of Xie Zhen.
Men are often overconfident! Thinking of this, Xingxiang felt like laughing, but didn't notice the faint glint in the corner of her eyes.
I also don't know, now that things have come to this point, will he still help himself?
