Fingers of crossing

Outside the big tent, Jiang Ningzui's figure had been gone for a long time.

Inside the tent, the intoxicating aroma of wine filled the air, accompanied by the slight flickering of candlelight.Yan Yilan shook the wine glass in her hand, her expression was a little drunk and cold, but the flickering light in her eyes was dull.

Yang Xuanlin leaned sideways on the couch, resting his head on his hands, and turned to Yan Yilan's side, looking at her silent appearance, his black obsidian eyes were as deep as the unpredictable night, and said: "Since I knew she was outside from the beginning, why didn't I see her?"

Maybe Yang Xuanlin wasn't quite sure who the unexpected visitor from outside the tent was at first, but he could roughly guess just by seeing the instant change in Yan Yilan's expression.

This Jiang Ningzui has an extraordinary meaning to Yan Yilan.

It has been a long time since Yang Xuanlin has seen Yan Yilan care so much about anyone. Even Yan Yilan couldn't hide the concern and concern in her eyes perfectly.

Hearing Yang Xuanlin's confession, Yan Yilan just smiled sweetly, the expression on her face neither seemed to admit it, nor did she intend to deny it at all.She raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "It seems that there is really nothing to hide from our wise and wise King Beiyang."

"If King Gu doesn't tell me, how long are you going to keep it a secret?" Yan Yilan's words didn't sound like irony, but at most it was an insinuating tease. After years of getting along, Yang Xuanlin had already gotten used to Yan Yilan's temperament, so he didn't Feel a little funny, but feel full of sighs. "Fengyi, it's been a long time since the lonely king saw you lose your temper because of someone."

The strong wine flowed down her throat, and the mellow taste boiled all the way into her heart. The smile on the corners of Yan Yilan's mouth retracted, and the brows seemed to be stained with bitter drunkenness. She closed her eyes, and her tone was still teasing casually: "I and Ning The matter of being drunk is not worth the trouble of King Beiyang."

Xu Yangxuanlin's meaning to Yan Yilan is always special. In addition, during the first battle between Yan and Sui, Dudu Yangguo gave Yan Guo a helping hand. But Xuan Lin can be regarded as honest, and the relationship between the two is also like old friends.

But now, Yan Yilan's expression was full of alienation, as if she didn't want to talk too much about Jiang Ningzui.Such indifference, like a sharp dagger, silently tells the truth in the sharpest way.Yang Xuanlin couldn't help feeling a little bitter in his heart, he raised his neck and drank the wine in the glass, sighed for a long time: "Feng Yi, you like her so much?"

As the words fell, there was a lengthy silence in the tent, and after a long while, Yan Yilan put down the wine glass in her hand, although her expression was slightly drunk, her phoenix eyes, which were deeply restrained, were full of clarity.She slowly shook her head against the candlelight and said, "I don't like it."

Obviously she couldn't see her expression clearly, but Yangxuan Linguang listened to the half-sigh, half-self-deprecating tone, and the quiet lake in his heart was dead silent.

"If I really want to say it, I probably cherish it."

After deliberating for a long time, Yan Yilan finally found the only words that could express the thousands of emotions in her heart.But her feelings for Jiang Ningzui are so complicated and strong that all the words in this world can't describe it.

Thinking about it, the smile on the corner of Yan Yilan's mouth slowly rose, coquettish and pale. "If I just like it, I have a thousand ways to keep her by my side. But compared to these, I want her to live the life she wants to live. Let her go if she wants to, and let her stay with her if she wants to. Although I am right The country has always been harsh on the people, but I have no requirements for her alone."

She just wants her to be happy.Even if this happiness is mixed with hatred for her and drifting away from strangers; even this happiness has nothing to do with her from now on.

"Besides," Yan Yilan's voice was deep and hoarse, and no matter how bright the intoxicating smile on her face was, it couldn't warm the bitterness in her eyes, "What if I sit on the world? Thinking about it carefully, what I can do now is There are too few things to give her. No matter what she wants, if I can give it, I will give it to her."

Yan Yilan's words were like fishbone stuck in her throat, Yang Xuanlin looked at her uncertainly, her dark and dangerous eyes fixed on Yan Yilan's face, and finally said in a deep voice: "Don't tell the lonely king , this time about Qi Yue's disappearance, you have spent a lot of time and effort, just for her alone?"

Yang Xuanlin's eyes were hot and stern, and Yan Yilan poured a glass of wine calmly under his gaze, and said, "It's a long story, it may not be because of her."

"You're crazy." Yang Xuanlin took a deep breath, and wanted to blame her for using Qi Yue to do such a deceitful thing, but after thinking about it for a moment, he realized that he is now an accomplice. Silently condoning her misbehavior. "Have you ever thought that she is the crown prince's woman, and you supported her to sit on the crown princess position with one hand, but now you will be ridiculed by the world if you do so."

Leaning completely on the soft couch behind her, Yan Yilan let go of all her strength, her tone was like a smile or a mockery, and the charm in her eyebrows was rubbed in the bright yellow light, blurred into a blur.She smiled, and there was no hypocrisy or concealment in the way she admitted. "You're right, I'm crazy."

The beginning of getting along was just a game, Yan Yilan was trying every step of the way, even watching Jiang Ningzui fall into the entanglement of conflicts without knowing it, watching her fall into her carefully disguised tenderness, she never I hadn't even felt the slightest bit of compassion, and I didn't even think about lending a helping hand.

This game of chess should be settled one by one like this, but it's a pity that she has calculated thousands of times, and she alone missed herself.I don't know if she should blame her for underestimating Jiang Ningzui, or if she should blame her for looking up to herself, walking so step by step, getting too involved in the drama, besides Jiang Ningzui, there is actually herself.

This kind of self is not crazy, what else can it be?

"It seems that I can't drink this wine with you."

The images of Jiang Ningzui in her mind are like scrolls, reflected in front of Yan Yilan's eyes one after another, the indifferent her, the stubborn one, the stubborn one, the gentle one, the countless images all seem to be pairs of hands in the end , kept pushing and rejecting Yan Yilan until it made her restless, as if only seeing Jiang Ning drunk could her heart be at peace.

Yan Yilan got up, she opened a corner of the big tent, looked back at Yang Xuanlin who was still drinking, looked at his silent back from the beginning to the end, and said: "I will give you a piece of cake for Qi Yue when I return to the palace." Confession."

The wind blowing in from outside the tent made the candle flicker, Yan Yilan had already left the big tent, but Yang Xuanlin was still in the original sitting position, when he heard footsteps outside the tent, Yang Xuanlin swayed slowly Swirling the wine in the white porcelain wine glass, ignoring the movement behind him.

"king."

Hearing the call from his bodyguard, Yang Xuanlin recovered from the lengthy silence, and seemed to read his subordinate's mind, he threw away the wine glass in his hand, and said, "Let her go."

"But……"

"The lonely king always thought..." Yang Xuanlin took a sip of wine, his gentle and jade-like face was hidden in the shadow of silence, his voice was mellow, with pain that seemed to be absent.

Yang Xuanlin couldn't say the following words for a long time. He sipped his wine and found that if he wanted to say some words, it seemed that he would spend his entire life.And he didn't want to say it out, maybe in this way, he wouldn't lose this last bit of attachment.

"Jiang Ningzui... What a Jiang Ningzui." Standing up slowly, Yang Xuanlin walked out of the big tent with his hands behind his back, his eyelids slightly narrowed, just chanting such a name, there are endless murderous intentions overflowing . "The lonely king wants to see with his own eyes how capable you really are."

After bidding farewell to Princess Jing, Jiang Ningzui walked all the way back. The night wind on the mountainside made the tents in the tent whistling, but unfortunately it couldn't blow away the thousands of thoughts in her heart, and she still felt dull Unbearable.

Seeing that her tent was close in front of her eyes, Jiang Ningzui paused slightly, turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

During the day, there was no one in the lively hunting stand, and now that the family members had descended the mountain one after another, the originally quiet mountain became even more silent at night.

The opening of the hunting ground was guarded by soldiers, and the number of people was several times higher than usual. If Yan Yilan's trick had not been guessed, otherwise, Jiang Ningzui would really have thought it was when she looked at the densely deployed Weiyi Mountain. Something big happened.

Jiang Ningzui stood alone on the stand. The magnolia trees on both sides of the stand were swaying in the wind, and the fragrance of the flowers was overflowing. The white stamens fell on her skirt. Somehow she remembered something. She looked hazy and forgot to brush .

"I can see that Miss Huang cares about you very much."

"Although I have been married to the king these years, I know that Xuanxu's position in the harem has always been for one person."

"You have to understand, Ning'er, only marrying the king is the best destination for sister Huang."

"I hope you can persuade Miss Huang that this is the best choice for Yan Guo and her."

Yan Lingge's words just now, like a pair of powerful and savage hands, pulled Jiang Ningzui back to reality. She frowned, looked at the magnolia flowers that had fallen on the skirt of her clothes, and silently brushed them away.

When the wind picked up, Jiang Ningzui stood there for an unknown how long, until the icy wind filled the skirt of her clothes, she put her arms around her arms, turned and left.

Turning around, she saw Yan Yilan in a white dress with a purple dress, standing no more than two meters away from her, the wind blowing her skirt and sleeves, she suddenly felt like a fairy.Outside the dark stands, Jiang Ningzui couldn't see her expression clearly, only her bright eyes, like a vast and endless river of bright stars, were still shockingly beautiful even standing in the dark.

Jiang Ningzui paused unconsciously, her silent face showed no expression, when she was staring at Yan Yilan, Yan Yilan was also looking at her.Those two-way coquettish and smiling phoenix eyes were slightly bent, as if there were countless starry sky, Jiang Ningzui had nowhere to hide.

Silently lowering her eyes, Jiang Ningzui did not speak, nor did she look at Yan Yilan anymore, she turned and walked towards the tent.

The moment they passed by, her wrist was suddenly held tightly by someone. Just as Jiang Ningzui was about to shake it off, a force was forced along her wrist, and her body staggered. When she regained consciousness, she had already Fell into Yan Yilan's arms.

Instinctively breaking free was just as Jiang Ningzui had expected, and it had no effect in Yan Yilan's arms. She frowned slightly, and was about to order Yan Yilan to let her go, but she felt Yan Yilan One step earlier than she bent over, her voice was like the mellowest and strongest wine in the world, scalding her heart into uncontrollable pain.

"Drunk."