Jingmen Fengyue

Chapter 169
Xie Fanghua paused, thinking that she had caught a cold for many days a few days ago, and that her body should take good care of herself, so she nodded.

Shi Hua went back to the room, took the cloak that Xie Fanghua had untied earlier, took it out, and put it on her body.

Xie Fanghua walked into the backyard slowly.

The Begonia Pavilion is full of flowers. It does not have the pride of every red and white plum in Luomeiju, but it also has the tenderness and pride of blooming against the severe cold in winter.

Under a crabapple tree in the middle, in a small pavilion, there are two people sitting, one is Xie Mohan and the other is Yanting.

A heater was set up in the pavilion, and a porcelain jug was placed on the stove. Steam was rising from the spout of the jug, and the faint aroma of wine wafted in the courtyard, blending with the aroma of crabapple, making the people who came in feel refreshed. Want to get drunk.

Xie Fanghua stopped in the distance and looked at the pavilion quietly. Xie Mohan and Yan Ting were sitting in front of the table. On the table were some small dishes, two jugs of wine, two white jade cups, both the wine cups and wine jugs. It is made of jade, it is very clear, she has excellent eyesight, under the sun, she can even see the wine in the wine glass and jug.Ordinary people let alone take out such a flagon and wine glass to drink, even if there is such a thing, it is enough for the whole family to eat and wear for a lifetime.

The wealth and luxury of the Zhongyonghou Mansion are the painstaking efforts of Xie's countless generations of descendants who have accumulated for hundreds of years.

So, how can we let people die and obliterate all the credits and pass down the annals of history, leaving only the guilt of collaborating with the enemy and traitorous country?
"Sister is here?" Xie Mohan looked this way, beckoned to her, and said gently, "Come here."

Yan Ting originally lowered her head, with one hand resting on her lap and the other on the table, she didn't know what she was thinking, but when she heard Xie Mohan's words, she suddenly raised her head, looking at Xie Fanghua, her eyes The light just stood still.

Xie Fanghua didn't go over immediately, but looked at Yan Ting from a distance, and let him look at her.

Her long-standing memories of Yan Ting are nothing more than nine years ago when he covered his bleeding wound and asked her to help cover it up. Later, after she coldly warned him, she drove him out of Haitang Garden.She didn't know that nine years had passed and she hadn't seen him again, how could he make her remember her in his heart, and even make a fuss about marrying her, how did she have such feelings?She never understood.

Today, from a long distance, she looked at his fixed gaze, and even she doubted it herself. If such a gaze is not affectionate, not affectionate, and not accumulated deep imprints, then what kind of gaze is there?

It's a pity that she is not a boudoir lady who hides in the deep boudoir and is moved by someone's love.

It's a pity that she left the capital and stayed in Wuming Mountain for eight years, and she had already lost the qualification to be emotionally volatile for anyone.

It's even more pity that even being looked at by such a pair of eyes can't bring up the slightest trace of love and sadness.

She had always thought that the living zombies on the Nameless Mountain were the most terrifying. At this moment, she suddenly felt that she might not be as good as the living zombies on the Nameless Mountain.Lost her daughter's most precious love and tenderness, but she is alive and well, with flesh and blood and soul.

Xie Fanghua withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and glanced at the ground. In the midday sun, her shadow overlapped with hers. She smiled self-deprecatingly, and walked slowly towards the small pavilion.

Yan Ting's gaze has been following her steps, watching her walk towards him step by step, without moving her size.

Xie Fanghua came closer and called out to Xie Mohan, "Brother!"

Xie Mohan glanced at Yan Ting, sighed, and said in a gentle voice, "Brother Yan Ting, my younger sister has a marriage contract with Brother Qin Zheng. As an older brother, it's considered impolite for me to call her out to you. Have you What to say, let's make a long story short."

Yan Tingyou looked back, lowered his head, and trembled slightly.

Xie Fanghua slowly sat on the low stool beside Xie Mohan, looked at Yan Ting, and said lightly, "Young Lord Yan, people live not only for love in this life. For you and me, you should know that forever It's impossible."

Yan Ting froze and didn't speak.

Xie Fanghua said to Xie Mohan, "Brother, pour me a drink too!"

Xie Mohan hesitated for a moment, seeing her cool face, nodded, took a clean glass aside, and poured her a glass of wine.

The wine was taken off the stove and poured into the cup. In the cold wind, the wine in the cup gave off a faint warm smell.

Xie Fanghua picked up the wine glass and sipped it one mouthful at a time, just like drinking water.

Yan Ting finally raised his head, his eyes were obviously bloodshot, seeing Xie Fanghua sitting quietly holding a cup, he stared at her for a moment, then asked hoarsely, "Why?"

Xie Fanghua twitched her eyebrows and looked at him.

Yan Ting's voice became more serious, "Why can't we never be able to?"

Xie Fanghua held the wine glass and smiled, "Because you are the young master of Yongkanghoufu, and I am Xie Fanghua of Zhongyonghoufu."

Yan Ting suddenly became agitated, staring at her tightly, and said in a cold voice, "Why is it possible for Qin Zheng? Why is it possible for you? He is the son of Prince Ying's mansion, and he will inherit the title in the future? Family background, It’s even better than my Yongkang Houfu. Why can he do it?”

Xie Fanghua slowly released the hand holding the cup, and put it on the table, her brows and eyes were light, and her face was cool, "It may not be possible for me and Qin Zheng."

Yan Ting was startled.

Xie Fanghua looked at Haitang in front of her a little coldly and said, "Today is just a marriage granted by imperial decree. If we get married, it will take three years. In three years, anything can happen. Perhaps, Qin Zheng changed his mind and didn't want to marry Me. Perhaps, within three years, the Zhongyonghou Mansion and I will cease to exist. Then, the marriage will naturally cease."

Yan Ting retorted intuitively, "Impossible!"

Xie Fanghua looked at him, smiled slightly, and asked like an ordinary friend talking, "Why is it impossible? Is it impossible for Qin Zheng to change his mind and not marry me? Or is it impossible for the Zhongyonghou Mansion and I not to exist?"

"Impossible!" Yan Ting said hoarsely.

Xie Fanghua stretched out her hand to grab a branch of a crabapple hanging down on the side, and in a blink of an eye, she folded a section in her hand. After a while, she tore off a bunch of crabapple flowers. Not long after, a thick layer of crabapple petals spread in front of her. There was only one bare branch left in her hand, she took the flowerless branch and asked Yan Ting, "Does it look good?"

Yan Ting was suddenly speechless.

"The flowers are on the branches, and it is only when they look at the blooming flowers that they are loved and admired. If the flowers are no longer on the branches, and they are scattered into mud, crushed into dust, and melted into the soil, you still think it is beautiful, but you still want to admire the soil? If I wasn't Xie Fanghua, the lady of Zhongyonghou's mansion, or a flower growing on the branches of this Zhongming Dingshi House, would you still know me, admire me? Want to marry me?" Xie Fanghua shook the bare branches, He raised his eyebrows slightly.

Yan Ting moved his lips, wanting to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Xie Fanghua didn't look at him, and said, "Yanting, when you and I met, it was just a silhouette of time nine years ago. You spent nine years remembering me, but if I didn't see you again, or someone mentioned you name, I can’t even think of a person like you. You have deep affection for me, do you think it’s worth it?”

(End of this chapter)