"Ah Nu?"
Yang Fan stood in front of Tin Aino's door and called out. The room was quiet and there was no response. Yang Fan knocked on the door again, and the door opened. He then walked in leisurely.
Every day when he came back, Yang Fan would look for Tin Aino and talk to her. It had become a habit. Today, he especially wanted to talk to Tin Aino. Tin Aino had already expressed her feelings for him so clearly. Since he was about to return to the capital, he felt that it was necessary to confess to Ah Nu.
Yang Fan walked in. The room was empty. Yang Fan knew that Tin Aino would go out alone to buy some trinkets when she had nothing to do. It was probably the same today, so he sat down by the bed. His hand touched the neatly folded bedding and he couldn't help but smile when he thought of the embarrassing incident where he took over her room when he was drunk.
His gaze slowly swept across the room and scanned through the things in the room. Yang Fan gradually felt that something was wrong. The trinkets she bought on the street were originally placed on the table. Now, the table was empty. Did she put them all away?
An ominous premonition flashed through Yang Fan's heart. He stood up and walked towards the door. When he reached the door, he saw the wall above the basin and suddenly stopped.
On the snow-white wall, there were a few very clear marks. Due to the slanted light, he could see them clearly. It was a line of handwriting carved with fingernails. The handwriting was very deep, but the strokes were a bit messy. "Your servant has urgent matters to attend to. I will leave first. I will see you again in Luoyang!"
Yang Fan rushed out of the room and stood in the courtyard. He called out loudly, "Yi Xiaoyou, Yi Xiaoyou!"
Yi Xiaoyou's name sounded young, but he was very old. In just a moment, Yi Xiaoyou, a courier with wrinkles all over his face, rolled up his sleeves and hurriedly ran over. When he saw that it was Yang Fan calling him, he quickly greeted, "Erlang, what's the matter?"
He knew very well that this Beta Persei man was the favorite of their General Ye Zhong.
Yang Fan asked: "Where is Miss A Nu?"
Yi Xiaoyou blinked his eyes and said, "Oh, Miss A Nu. Miss A Nu went shopping at noon, is she not back yet? I didn't notice. "
Shen Mu heard the noise and walked out. When he saw Yang Fan's expression, he asked, "What happened?"
Bringing Shen Mu to Tin Aino's room, Yang Fan showed him the words on the wall and worriedly asked, "Why is she in such a hurry? He didn't even say that he had no other skills? Why did she have to be so secretive? She didn't even know about the inn? Did she leave on her own or did she leave with someone else? "
The more Yang Fan spoke, the more confused he became. He was afraid that something might have happened to Tin Aino.
Shen Mu's eyes flickered and he could vaguely guess what happened.
In fact, ever since he knew that Tin Aino was here and that she had appeared in the Tu Jue, the vigilant Shen Mu already knew that Young Master Jiang was suspicious of him. Miss A Nu was Young Master Jiang's personal maid and the person that Young Master Jiang trusted the most. It was highly possible that she came to Longyou for him.
From then on, Shen Mu ordered his men to take action secretly and started to erase all evidence that could be investigated. It could be said that even if Yang Fan betrayed Young Master Jiang and became Young Master Jiang's witness, Young Master Jiang would not be able to find any concrete evidence of him expanding his influence in Longyou.
Without evidence, he could not ask the elders of the family to help him. If it was just Young Master Jiang who wanted to deal with him, he was not afraid.
Since Tin Aino left these words, it meant that she had no choice but to leave. However, she was free to do so. Therefore, the only person who could force her to leave was Young Master Jiang. Tin Aino had left for Longyou for more than three months and there was no news of her. Young Master Jiang must have sent someone to look for her again.
Thinking of this, Shen Mu said to Yang Fan, "Don't worry. Looking at these words, Miss A Nu should not be in danger. If I am not wrong, it should be because there has been no news of her for a long time. Young Master Jiang was worried and sent someone to look for her."
Shen Mu paused and smiled, "Miss A Nu naturally could not tell others that she is with you now. She could only leave with the person who is looking for her. Don't worry, didn't she also say that she will look for you in Luoyang if there is a chance? This means that she is free. "
Shen Mu's words made Yang Fan feel a little more at ease. However, when he thought of how Tin Aino left without saying goodbye, he still could not be at ease.
A promise is not taken lightly, so people will not betray me. A promise is not taken lightly, so I will not betray anyone.
As for him, did he make a promise to A Nu? If he made a promise, did he betray her? If he did not make a promise, did he not betray her? Should he chase after her? The person who took her away was most likely Young Master Jiang's men as Shen Mu said. What should he say after he caught up? What should he say?
Shen Mu saw him pacing back and forth in the room like an ant on a hot pan. She couldn't help but sigh. "I knew it. You're just a person who eats from the bowl while looking at the pot. You say no, but you still can't let go of her in your heart …"
Yang Fan did not say anything and continued to work in the room.
Shen Mu said self-deprecatingly, "That's true. Why would I laugh at you? I am also like this. Sigh, this woman, either you don't touch her or once you touch her, it is not that easy to let go. "
Yang Fan continued to wander around the room until Shen Mu was dazzled.
Shen Mu could not help but say, "I say! If you really can't let go, then just marry her! Just say marry her and I will help you snatch her away! Why are you pacing around like this? Are you still a man? Don't be afraid that the one in Luo Yang will be unhappy. After all, the one in charge should be us men, right? Why are you afraid of her? Does this world belong to men or women? "
Yang Fan glanced at him and said in a muffled voice, "This world belongs to the Empress!"
Shen Mu was stunned and said embarrassedly, "This … was purely an accident!"
Yang Fan ignored him and turned to the side of the bed and sat down dejectedly.
Shen Mu glanced at him and asked, "Then do you want to chase after her or not? If you want to chase after her, I can help you! "
Yang Fan opened his mouth and almost blurted out the word "chase", but when it reached his throat, he forcefully held it back.
Chase? What should I do after I catch up? What promise can I give her? He did not know what Wan-er was thinking …
Yang Fan lowered his head and thought for a while. He slowly shook his head and said bitterly, "Forget it. What has to go, will go eventually. It's good that she left …"
Shen Mu looked at his sad face and could not help but raise his head and let out a long sigh. "Qiqi, when will you be willing to leave?"
…
Spring had come, and the trees were full of peach blossoms.
Wan-er sat by the window with her hand resting on her cheek. She stared at the peach blossoms in the courtyard, and her mind had already drifted to the West.
That enemy said he would come back when the plum blossoms were in full bloom. Now that the peach blossoms are in full bloom, where are you?
I just want to send you a letter to express my longing for you, but I don't even know where to send it …
Wan-er sighed and spread out a three-foot long piece of paper. She used a paperweight to press the two sides of the paper and picked up the brush. She thought for a while and wrote three big words on the right side of the paper: "Resentment of Colorful Books".
Xiao Man leaned over and said happily, "Waiting for an imperial edict. Are you going to write a poem?"
Wan-er gently nodded.
She and Xiao Man were two people. One of them missed her lover who was far away in a foreign land. For the sake of fame and a bright future for both of them, one of them missed her Elder Brother, whose life and death were unknown. Others who did not have the same experience would not be able to understand this kind of longing. But for the two of them, talking to each other resonated with each other.
Therefore, they had become bosom friends and were like sisters. When Xiao Man was not on duty, she liked to come to sit for a while and listen to her play the zither and recite poems. Wan-er gave her a different feeling compared to Gao Ying, Lan Yiqing, and other close friends. Here, she could often find peace of mind.
Wan-er dipped the brush in ink and wrote, "Flowers bloom in Luoyang Palace, thinking of you for thousands of miles. The fragrance of dew is cold, and the moon is empty. I want to play the music of the East Plain, and I am greedy for the book of the West. There is no other meaning in the book, only sorrow … "
Wan-er had not finished writing when a palace maid's voice suddenly came from the courtyard, "Your servant greets Your Highness."
Wan-er raised her head and looked out the window. She saw Princess Taiping walking slowly into the courtyard. In a moment, she passed through the courtyard, opened the door, and walked in.
Although these few months, Taiping began to be interested in making friends with the nobles in the court, and Wan 'er had less opportunities to play and chat with them, but the two of them used to be very close. Besides, they were both women, and there were no restrictions on entering and exiting, so they did not even knock on the door.
When Wan-er saw that she actually pushed the door open and walked in, she could not help but be shocked. Taiping was intelligent and talented. This poem had time, place, and the whereabouts of the person she was thinking about. If she saw it, she would know that it was a portrayal of her current mood. The person she was complaining about was herself, and the person she was thinking about was in Longyou.
Wan-er panicked and hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to be focused and did not notice her arrival.
Taiping entered the room. Xiao Man hurriedly bowed and said, "Xiao Man greets Your Highness."
Princess Taiping smiled and waved her hand. She floated to the side of the table. When she lowered her head to look, Wan-er had already erased the words "Luoyang Palace, Book of the Western Regions" in the poem, which clearly showed that she was the person she was complaining about and the whereabouts of the person she was thinking about.
Taiping said, "Resentment of the colored book? Wan-er is composing a poem? "
"Ah! The Princess is here. Wan-er was deep in thought and did not notice. "
Shanghai Wan 'er pretended to be surprised. Taiping sat down next to her and said, "You and I have not talked for many days. Today I have some free time, so I came to see you. What are you writing? Let me see. "
Shanghai Wan 'er smiled and said, "I have nothing to do, so I imitated the Resentment of the Palace poem to pass the time. It's just that … Wan-er does not have this kind of state of mind, so I can't imitate it. I have made a fool of myself."
Princess Taiping smiled and said, "You grew up in the palace, so you do not know the matters between a man and a woman. If you want to imitate the resentment of a woman who is thinking about her husband, how can you learn it? I see that when you write poems, you always write them in one stroke. This is the first time. Eh? It's written very well. Let me see. "
Princess Taiping's eyes flashed. She carefully read the "Resentment of the Colored Book" that was hastily changed. Her heart was filled with suspicion.
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