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Chapter Seventy-Seven

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    Chapter 77

    By the time Wen Qian woke up, the sky was already bright.

    She straightened up from Yang Jin's chest in a daze, and with a lazy yawn, she smoothed her hair that was already fluffed up in sleep.  When she was fully conscious, she realized that Yang Jin was sitting where she was and looking at her with a smile.

    Wen Qian wasn't embarrassed at all, and cooperatively moved to his lips and kissed him.

    "Did you sleep well?" Yang Jin asked.

    "Where can I sleep well here? My back hurts." She complained casually, rubbing her neck with her hands to move her muscles and bones.

    Yang Jin calmly retracted the arm that Wen Qian had leaned on all night with difficulty, only now did he feel that half of his body was numb.  He didn't say anything, just rubbed her back with his other hand.

    Wen Qian enjoyed himself for a moment, turned his corner of the eye, and was quite surprised to see the neatly stacked house rules on the table: "Have you finished copying them all?"

    "yes."

    "So fast, you haven't slept all night?"

    Yang Jin smiled nonchalantly: "It's a small thing, it's all done through practice Do you want to go back and rest for a while? Look at the circles under your eyes."

    Wen Qian turned pale when she heard this, and hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands. She was inherently afraid of the aftereffects of women staying up late, so she panicked and said, "Then I'll go first."

    "Well, let's go."

    The ancestral hall returned to calm, and there was no sound of ticking.

    Yang Jin fell back on the chair behind him and stretched out the exhaustion from the whole night. It wasn't until the end of the day that the cleaning boy outside the door began to peek inside anxiously, and he just packed up and got up.  .

    Today is Muxiu, Mr. Yang Ge should have finished his meal and take a nap in the study by this time.  Yang Jin packed the copied ancestral precepts with string and delivered them to him on time as usual.

    In fact, Wen Qian didn't think his father would believe the nonsense he said yesterday. If everything went so smoothly, probably most of the reason was that his grandfather wrote a letter to say good things for him, so this time his father just happened to be able to borrow the slope to get off the donkey.

    The door of the study was not closed, and Yang Jian was indeed inside.

    Yang Jin stood still outside, raised his hand and tapped a few times.

    "Come in."

    In the past, when Yang Ge was busy in the study, he would only ask him to put down his things, and then do what he should do, find a place to cool off, but today, Yang Jian unexpectedly asked him to close the door.

    Is it still because of Wen Qian?

    "Father." Yang Jin thought to himself, closed the door and turned around.

    Yang Jian nodded and said, "Put your things theresit."

    He sat down for a while as promised, but he was still not very stable, so he simply stood up, "What do you need from me?"

    Old Yang Ge didn't know what he was writing, so he finally put down his pen, took a look up and down with his hands holding the white paper with wet ink, and then looked at him, "Your thoughts are really not here, you have been back for a day, and you haven't found out where  Is something wrong?"

    Yang Jin was taken aback by his question, and put aside all his love for his children, but after thinking about it for a while, he suddenly realized: "You mean big brother?"

    "Father, brother isn't home?"

    Old Yang Ge said coldly: "Your elder brother has gone to Nanjing."

    He frowned: "Nanjing?"

    Daqi moved its capital from Nanjing to Beiping in the 19th year of Ming Dynasty, but Nanjing is still regarded as the second capital, with six ministries and inspectorate and all institutions available, it looks mighty, but in name only, it is recognized as a place for the elderly.

    His eldest brother has a prominent family background and is a young talent. He has already taken the position of minister of the Ministry of Industry in his thirties. This age is just the time to display his talents. Being driven to Nanjing at this moment is almost tantamount to being sent to the frontier.

    Yang Jin didn't quite understand why Shengyi was like this: "I didn't see you mentioning it in the letter, did it happen this year?"

    Yang Jian leaned on the grand teacher's chair, pressed his brows together for a long time before he let out his breath, "It was caused by Tang Shi's case."

    "King Ning's arsenal was found in the governor's mansion. The Ministry of Industry has been responsible for the military utensils from all over the country. This matter cannot escape the responsibility, but Tang Shi was silenced halfway, and someone took the opportunity to make use of it, saying that it was you and you  Big brother joined hands to do it."

    Yang Jin snorted: "Empty talk has no proof."

    "That's right. Although His Majesty doesn't tolerate sand in his eyes, he still wants to give me such a small face as a father." Yang Ge nodded his head, "So last year, when you said you wanted to stay in Jiangnan, I didn't stop you at that time.  I just wanted to let you hide from the limelight."

    "After a year of hard work, who knows that at the beginning of this year, the old story of the speech officer was brought up again."

    The words and officials in the imperial courtAfter coming out of the workshop, he drank several altars in a row, and after being in the thick and unmelted incense for a long time, his steps were a bit sloppy, and his body felt uncomfortable.

    The fading lights in the line of sight seemed to be covered with mist, and there was a faint brilliance around the bright light.

    Not far away, diagonally opposite is a brothel, a naked girl put her arms around the man's arm, walked in with a smile, the movements in the clothes were frivolous and provocative, and there were explicit and wanton words in her ears.

    The night wind in mid-spring obviously still had the tendency to bring down the coldness of spring, but it didn't make him feel cool at all.

    Yang Jin blew the cold wind all the way back home alone.

    It was getting late, elderly people such as Mrs. Yang and Mr. Yang Ge had already washed and rested, and the servant opened the door for him with a lamp. Seeing that Yang Jin was exhausted, he hurried forward to help him.

    "Second young master, be careful where you stepdo you want me to go to the kitchen and finish the hangover soup?"

    Yang Jin shook his head and said no, and stretched out his hand to wave him away, but he didn't want to hear someone beside him saying indifferently as soon as he passed through the hanging flower door:

    "What, did you drink too much?"

    He raised his eyelids, and saw Wen Qian leaning against the wall with his arms in his arms, the surrounding lights were dim, and he couldn't tell whether her expression was good or bad.

    The domestic servant is very good at observing words and expressions, quickly assessing the situation, and then quietly retreats quietly.

    The footsteps behind were a short walk away, and there were only the two of them left in this small courtyard, and the atmosphere was as quiet as if frozen in winter snow.

    Wen Qian only uttered a word just now, and has not spoken since then.

    It took Yang Jin a while to straighten up and look at her. After thinking for a moment, he explained: "My friend hosted a banquet tonight, and I had a few extra drinks I sent someone back to tell you."

    Wen Qian nodded lightly: "I know."

    She walked over, slowly raised a strand of hair around his ear with her fingers, and said in a cool tone, "My friend is hosting a banquet, does the wine smell like rouge?"

    Yang Jin was choked by her sense of smell and drank too much wine, so he couldn't find a word to refute for a while.

    This attitude is tantamount to acquiescing, Wen Qian was not annoyed, and then put his hand on his heart, tilted his head and clicked his tongue: "There is plum blossom fragrance in this frozen spring, is it the bar of Feixian Music Square in the capital?  go."

    "Little girl aged sixteen or seventeen, does she have a nice voice?" She raised her eyebrows, and said to herself, "I remember that Le Ling of their family is in good shape, and she doesn't wear much in winter, huh?"

    Yang Jin remained silent for a while, and suddenly put his hand into his bosom.

    Wen Qian was still wondering what he was going to do, and saw him take out a turquoise box after a while.

    "I bought it for you." Yang Jin took her hand, put the things on it, raised his eyes and said slowly, "I didn't do anything to sorry you, and I didn't touch anyone."

    He seemed to sigh softly, "If you don't like it, I won't go there from now on."

    After drinking, Yang Jin's voice was hoarse and steady, thick and pleasant, as if he was making some promise to her word by word, and then he felt a little bit wronged.

    Wen Qian was taken aback for a moment for no reason by the warm body temperature coming from the powder box in his palm.

    In fact, she didn't think about it.

    ?For a son of a family like Yang Jin, no matter how much he vowed to each other when he was young, he would be influenced by his ears and eyes and change his mind after a long time.

    She has heard too many sweet words, and she has long passed the age of believing in these forever, but for some reason, facing Yang Jin's words, she will still fall, and she will sink in willingly

    Even slightly happy.

    "Yang Jin." Wen Qian suddenly took his hand and asked in a low voice, "Do you want it?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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