Jiangshan is a matchmaker: Husband, please stay

Chapter 98 The Drinking Mantra
Nie Wuhuan only held the jug, looking at the sea of ​​flowers outside the window, he could see the tiredness between his brows and eyes.

After he came back, he drank some strong wine all day and night to fall asleep, but for some reason, he had already drank a pot tonight, but he still didn't feel sleepy at all.

He stood in front of the window, looking at the dark yard in the distance, where the flowers and plants were vying to bloom, competing for splendor and fragrance.But except for the branches that haven't been rested, there is only Chanchan's chirping and infinite darkness. The huge loneliness and desolation enveloped the whole yard, and the depressed people felt like grass growing on their hearts, messy and irritated.

Nie Wuhuan threw the jug on the edge of the window, he practiced by the window, and continued to look far away, there was a distant memory, like a huge net, which was always tied to his head, no matter how hard he struggled , cannot escape.

"Hey..." Nie Wuhuan sighed, and the same sigh sounded outside the door.

Nie Wuhuan didn't want to see anyone in this quiet night, and hesitated to let her in, but seeing her beautiful image printed on the door, she still couldn't bear to tell her to leave, so she said, "Come in! "

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Duan Qingyu finally came in, and gently pushed open the wooden door, she tore away the maid's caressing hand, motioned for them to leave, then walked in with her skirt lifted.

The room was scorching hot, mixed with the dull smell of alcohol, choking the eyes and nose.

Duan Qingyu hesitated slightly, but walked up to Nie Wuhuan, bowed slightly, "My lord!"

He thought that the relationship between husband and wife still exists no matter how deep or shallow, and he didn't want Duan Qingyu to know that he deliberately kept her thousands of miles away, so he asked her with a hint of concern, "How long have you been waiting?" , why don't you ask someone to tell you?"

Nie Wuhuan's voice was hoarse, probably because the wine was too strong, his throat was rolling like fire, and that voice also smelled of strong wine.

"My lord, my concubine only waited for a while. It's okay, I don't want to disturb my lord's rest."

Nie Wuhuan didn't say anything, and continued to sit there quietly.

Duan Qingyu raised her eyes slightly, followed his gaze, and saw the darkness in the courtyard opposite, feeling a little strange and uneasy in her heart, so she lowered her head again and looked at him in front of her.

"My lord, why do you drink alcohol every day? Is there something on your mind? Why don't you tell me, Qingyu can help you solve your problems." Duan Qingyu went to get the jug, but was blocked by Nie Wuhuan's hand.

Sharing worries and solving problems, these are so sweet words for ordinary couples, but when Duan Qingyu came here, Nie Wuhuan suddenly felt a little heavy on his heart.Duan Qingyu is the daughter of the Grand Tutor, the reason for marrying him instead of being sent to the palace is known only to him and the Duan family.

Earlier, in order to stabilize their situation in the court, the Duan family did not hesitate to secretly collude with all parties. After something happened, the Duan family was the one that benefited the most.Now that the world has been settled, he is not reconciled to such a situation, and he does not hesitate to place all his relatives, Dao Palace and Nie Wuhuan, in order to save his life at the critical moment.

Even if he married his most cherished daughter to Nie Wuhuan as a side concubine, he would not hesitate.With such a gap in interests, how could Nie Wuhuan have the slightest interest in the woman in front of him? !

He sighed silently in his heart, held the jug in his hand, shook it, raised his head and took another sip, then handed the jug to her, and said, "It's just a lack of heat at night, and I want to drink some wine to drive away some damp heat." , nothing happened."

How could Duan Qingyu not know about Nie Wuhuan? She had already sent someone to find out everything about Nie Wuhuan on the way back from Youxia Mountain. She especially knew about Su Jiu's residence and everything about her family. Knowing how important Su Jiu is to Nie Wuhuan now.

In fact, for Duan Qingyu, Su Jiu was just one more character in Nie Wuhuan's life, but Su Jiu was such a person that Duan Qingyu had no choice but to send someone to investigate in person. Everyone in the world knows that Huan brought heavy troops to the frontier to bring Su Jiu back.

A few days ago, the Taifu, Duan Qingyu's father, specially called her back to the mansion because of this matter and asked her for details. Duan Qingyu didn't care at first, but she heard the Taifu also ask the same question, "Do you want to be on the concubine's side?" A seat for a lifetime?"

Duan Qingyu was immediately poked at the sore spot, endured her anger and unwillingness to return home in a hurry, and immediately sent someone to investigate everything about Su Jiu. She was glad that all of this happened not too late, because Su Jiu did not come back with him this time.

Once upon a time, there was a person in this yard who left a scar in Nie Wuhuan's heart, so after that person left for so many years, the yard has been vacant, and Nie Wuhuan's heart has also been vacant.Even if the women in the courtyard were crowded with bloody heads, Nie Wuhuan would never take a second look. Usually, she would just go to the house to say hello and then leave, but that woman Su Jiu disrupted the situation , and it was Duan Qingyu who didn't want to see the situation.

Duan Qingyu couldn't help thinking of all kinds of things after Su Jiu came, and her calm temperament couldn't calm down any more. For this reason, she came here specially today with only one purpose, to see clearly whether Su Jiu is in Nie Wuhuan's heart. Is it really that important? !

"My lord, if you drink too little wine, you will nourish your health, but if you drink too much, it will hurt your health. You still have to pay attention to your health."

Duan Qingyu took the jug, looked at the scratches on the back of Nie Wuhuan's hand, and a scene jumped up.Su Jiu was throwing a fit and yelling at him, grabbing his hand with his nails, but he refused to let go.

This kind of thing seems to have been done by Nie Wuhuan many years ago, but the woman is gone.

Duan Qingyu, who saw it that day, once said disdainfully, "It's just a wayward woman, how can she compare to me, he will change his mind sooner or later."

After so many years, when did that hand hold her so firmly?Duan Qingyu's heart throbbed, her hand holding the jug froze in mid-air, she really wanted to go forward to test the temperature of those hands, stroke the strength of the stigmata, whether it hurts, whether it hurts when touched Cracked?The blood would run down the back of his hands and stain his white gown.

Duan Qingyu clenched her hands tightly under her sleeves, trembling a little, but she still couldn't move. She bit her thin lips tightly and looked at Nie Wuhuan's profile.

"My lord, since you care so much about Miss Su, why don't you bring her back? It's good to have an extra woman serving by your lord's side, but it's still a bit deserted now."

Nie Wuhuan's brows twitched, his angry eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't know if it was because of drinking, but his thin lips were full of resentment, he just stared into Duan Qingyu's eyes without saying a word.

Duan Qingyu was terrified by his strange and alienated appearance, and backed away, avoiding his sharp edge, "My lord!"

In the quiet room, there is only the sound of the windows being blown by the wind, and the silence is suffocating.

After a while, Nie Wuhuan turned his eyes slowly, looking at the flowers and branches swaying in the wind in the yard, and heard an inaudible sigh, like a heavy stone hitting Duan Qingyu's forehead, "My lord, my concubine tonight This is why I came here, if the prince doesn't want to mention it, then the concubine will leave first."

"..." Nie Wuhuan remained silent, clenched his fists tightly, as if the words were squeezed out between his teeth, with a hint of sourness and helplessness, "Don't mention her again in the future."

It's her, Su Jiu.Or someone else?

Duan Qingyu was not in the mood to think it over clearly, she clenched her silver teeth and nodded heavily at Nie Wuhuan, "Yes, my lord!"

As soon as the wooden door opened and closed, Nie Wuhuan was the only one in the room again.He looked into the empty house, and the wine jug in his hand fell to the ground, and the shattered tiles were reflected against the red light of the dancing candles, flickering clearly.

After thinking for a while, Nie Wuhuan grabbed the whip, put on a cloak, and hurried out of the room.Walking out, he raised his head and looked thoughtfully at the dark courtyard over there, and shouted to the palace servants in the courtyard, "Prepare the horse."

In the middle of the night, a galloping horse disappeared on the official road of the imperial city. The gates of the city opened and closed at night, and with the iron hooves galloping away, a puff of smoke and dust flew up.

In the barracks adjacent to the imperial city, the fire was lit up like daylight in the middle of the night, and the training soldiers soaring into the sky roared, the momentum was magnificent and inspiring.

Duan Qingyu hid in the house, shunning all the court ladies and maids outside, she sat on the log chair with her back straight, looking at the empty bed in front of her.

The brocade fur and quilt laid on the bed were neatly and neatly stacked at the head of the bed, and underneath was a pair of matching soft pillows. She could tell the patterns on them without looking at them, as if she could grope for stitches with her eyes closed. The embroidery comes out.

"Heh..." Duan Qingyu sneered, pulled out a soft pillow, put it in front of her eyes for a closer look, shook her head and said, "It's flowery, it's broken, it's old. Why don't you replace it?" , the soft pillow fell to the ground, and jumped a certain height after being smashed up. Duan Qingyu's thin lips slightly curved, with a trace of sarcasm, "Not reconciled? Wrong, you should give up, die, damn... "

Duan Qingyu has no tears, she has already dried up her tears, Duan Qingyu has no pain, she has already let go of the pain.

Now, she can only hate!
She pinched the brocade fur in front of her hard, and pulled it lightly, and it fell to the ground.She got up, shook off the folds on the dress, and said, "Change, change, throw away, huh..."

In the middle of the night, the courtyard of Duan Qingyu, the side concubine of the palace, became busy for some reason. The palace men and maids brought in no less than ten sets of bedding and embroidery, none of which could be seen by Duan Qingyu.

At night, she slept on the marble floor with only a thin shirt rolled up.

In the early morning of the next day, news of Duan Qingyu's serious illness came.

Not long after the news came, the Tai Tuo hurried over, and reprimanded all the people in the house before wiping off the sweat from his face.

In the next room, the busy Bizhu saw a roar, and hastily put down the knitted brocade fur in her hand to go out, but unexpectedly, two figures pushed the door and entered.

Bizhu didn't know what to do in a hurry, she hid in the dark with her knitted brocade fur coat, and saw two figures coming in one after the other.

"Father, your growl just now really scared my daughter."

"I know you're pretending to be sick. I haven't seen you get sick once since I was a child. How could you suddenly become seriously ill? Tell me, what's the matter?"

"I have found out about that woman."

"What woman?"

"Su wine."

(End of this chapter)