The Prequel of Baolian Lantern Konghouyin

In a trance, time seems to have returned to Guankou back then.That year, Yang Jian triumphantly returned from Chaoge, standing in the dust outside the gate of the Yang Mansion, watching the inch-hearted milk swallows throwing themselves into his arms, and then swept him back to the bedroom like a whirlwind. It surged on the gray corridor, bringing up a thin layer of smoke and dust.

After 14 years of waiting, Cun Xin has already forgotten the embarrassment of the wedding night, and the tide of deep-seated thoughts drowned her. Yang Jian's return is like a lighthouse on a distant island, illuminating Cun Xin who is wandering alone on the lonely sea The route home.She held his hand tightly, as naturally as if she had never let go in the past 14 years, until she entered the inner room, Cun Xin felt a little embarrassed, blushed and said, "I...I You seem to have left them all outside, and you haven't even spoken to Third Sister yet."

But Yang Jian laughed, closed the door by himself, turned around and said, "It's okay, since I'm back, I'm not in a hurry to leave, I have enough time to talk." After saying that, he took off his armor.Cun Xin stepped forward to help him remove the patent leather helmet, took off the short black leather boots, folded the grown cloak in threes and put it on the table, and said with a smile: "This black color is resistant to dirt, and it doesn't look obvious from a distance. Now, if you look closer, your whole body is covered in ashes." As he spoke, he took out the round-neck robe that Yang Jian usually wore at home from the cloud-dragon-patterned camphorwood cage and handed it over, urging him to take it off.

Yang Jian has been in the army for a long time, and all he sees are men shouting and screaming. He has never heard such soft and soft words, and he blurted out with a smile: "Do you want me to change clothes, or do you want to see me?" Shall I change my clothes?" Cun Xin's face became hot, and she flicked her sleeves and said angrily, "Keep your voice down, no one will think you are dumb—you have no conscience, you just left without saying a word, and you have been outside for many years, and you don't know how to write. Come back with a letter." Before he finished the sentence, his vocal cords were already choked up.

It turned out that Yang Jian had a big fight with Cun Xin on the night of their wedding and spent the night resting in the gazebo in the courtyard.The next morning when I went back to the room to pick up the armor, I saw Cun Xin with her hair in a bun except for the beaded crown, and she was sleeping on the couch with her clothes folded, but there were still tears in the corners of her eyes, so she didn't wake her up.When Cun Xin woke up and chased out the door, she only saw Yang Jian and Mei Shan brothers driving away, but they never even said goodbye.In the past 14 years, Yang Jian has been fighting here and there. Whenever he wants to calm down and write a letter to his family, he always doesn't know where to start. He can't write a few words and then scribbles. When Cun Xin heard that she only wrote letters to the third sister, she became annoyed again. Later, the war became tense, and Yang Jian either traveled a long way to urge food or was alone in the battle. One-word messages were not passed.

Seeing that Cun Xin was sad at this moment, Yang Jian also blamed himself for a while, so he had to put down his robe, and approached softly, "It's my fault, don't you cry."The second son of the Yang family suddenly felt at a loss. The third sister loved to cry since she was a child, but she was never stubborn. Whenever Yang Jian gave in, she found many reasons to relieve the second brother.Cun Xin was different, she was born with a persevering temperament, and she had to get to the bottom of everything to get to the bottom of it, how could a light apology be enough to fool her?Yang Jian thought about it, and it was really something wrong with him on the wedding night, so he could only softly say: "Cun Xin, you and I are husband and wife, if you have any complaints about me in your heart, just say it, cry like this, your eyes are swollen, go out People want to laugh."

"Husband and wife?" Princess Ao said angrily, "Aside from bearing your family name, what else do I look like husband and wife to you?" She turned around and stretched out a finger like a shoot to poke it. Looking at Yang Jian's shoulder, he said, "You left after only twelve hours with me. You have been gone for 14 years. Fortunately, I am a god. If I were an ordinary woman, I would have waited until my teeth turned white and my face was withered! I am left alone. Take care of the huge Yang Mansion here, from your sister to the servants at home, three meals a day, sweeping the court, which one is not allowed to do it yourself? You are good, you don’t even write a letter." She opened her almond eyes, biting every word Jin Duanyu, "It's all right if you're a trafficker and pawn, but thanks to your Nine Turns Mysterious Arts and good eagle dogs, you're so busy that you don't even have the time to send a message?"

Yang Jian was stunned, he only said one sentence, and Cun Xin overturned the walnut cart like he said such a long article, and it sounded that Cun Xin was not easy, so he had to smile and say "hardworking lady", who knew that the words were not finished, Then Cun Xin sneered and said: "My lady? I don't know how I look like your lady. It's been 14 years, and we haven't even consummated the house yet..." Before he finished speaking, Cun Xin was also stunned, Bian Bian mouth, with a shy look on his face, he lowered his head and remained silent.

Cun Xin only cares about weeping, but she doesn't prevent Yang Jian from approaching her, holding her hand and saying in a warm voice, "From today onwards, I won't go anywhere, I will stay at home with you." He wanted to pull his hand out, but unexpectedly, Yang Jian had already stroked her cheek and kissed her gently.

The third princess of Xihai sat in front of the dressing table in the other courtyard of Dongting, looking at herself in the bronze mirror.In a blink of an eye, 400 years have passed, and her face is still the same as that day, but the time in her eyes is no longer the enthusiasm and youthfulness of that day. If I can turn back time, I really want to stay forever on the day when Yang Jian came back.She heard Yang Jian turn around on the couch behind her, and knowing that he was awake, she calmed down, pulled her long hair to her shoulders and smiled, "Tell me, what should I do with my hair now?"

Yang Jian smiled and sat on the bed with his shoes on, walked over a few steps, pressed Cun Xin's shoulder for a picture, found a silver hairpin from somewhere, handed it to Cun Xin and said, "What do you think of this?" When Cun Xin took it and looked at it, It was a flower hairpin carved with lotus playing with mandarin ducks, the flowers and branches intertwined and flipped to hide it, a pair of small mandarin ducks shuttled among them, lifelike, she said happily: "I have seen countless hairpins, but there are not many such exquisite hairpins." She suddenly remembered something, looked up Looking at Yang Jian first, he said: "You are a man, how can you have such a thing on your body?"

Yang Jian laughed: "I knew you wanted to ask!" He took the silver hairpin and straightened Cun Xin's head. He did not know what tricks he used to gently tie up Cun Xin's almost worthless black hair, and put the silver hairpin on the other end. Inserting it in the middle and fixing it, he said with one end: "This is when you lived your [-]th birthday. I begged the Western general to fight with you, but at that time..." He paused for a while and didn't say anything more. go down.Cun Xin was also sad, "at that time" they were arguing about whether to go to heaven to be an official, Yang Jian threw down the sentence "the price of being a judicial god is to divorce you", and walked away, naturally, he did not mention the birthday again .

When the two moved silently, it was still Yang Jian who smiled, squatted down and leaned on Cun Xin's shoulder and said, "Although it's a bit late, this hairpin still looks the best in your hair." Cun Xin smiled and glanced at him, Looking at it in the mirror for a while, he suddenly seemed to remember something, turned his head and asked: "You are really a god, you even learned to comb people's hair!"

"Where did you go!" Yang Jian was provoked by her, sat down on the floor covered with plush felt and laughed for a while before saying: "The third younger sister was only eight years old, and she got up early every day to ask me to comb her hair. I combed it for four full years before she learned new tricks from the neighbor Wang Mama, she thinks I'm stupid, so she doesn't want my help."

Cun Xin pursed her lips and smiled, and wanted to say something, but someone knocked on the door lightly and said: "Sister Cun Xin, are you up yet?"