An Xiyue saw her eldest brother who was not often at home suddenly arriving, and took a closer look. Most of the brothers in An's house were soft and beautiful, but An Tingjun was different from the others. He had many things that the people in An's house didn't have. His perseverance, perhaps due to his long stay in the military camp, allowed him to shed the timidity and cowardice of Anfu's children.
Jiang Shuang poured two cups of hot tea and waited on the side respectfully, with a look of vigilance in her eyes. In her mind, Jiang Shuang had regarded the people in Linlangyuan as enemies, and was deeply afraid that they might think of some conspiracy to harm the eldest lady.
At this time, I saw An Xiyue with a decent smile on her face. She was not very distant or close, and she said lightly, "Brother, please have tea."
An Xiyue pushed the tea cup and stopped talking. An Tingjun also looked at her carefully, and he couldn't figure out how his sister was feeling.
An Ting Junfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded slightly, and responded softly. He sat down slowly without restraint, took the tea cup and took a sip. He was full of surprise and said: "Good tea, sister, this tea is Wushan." Yunwu tea, due to the dangerous terrain of the Wushan Mountains in northern Sichuan, the annual output of this type of cloud tea is not high due to climatic conditions, and this cup alone is a treasure."
An Tingjun only said that the tea was of high value, but did not ask where the tea came from. It was difficult for ordinary princes and nobles to get it.
An Xiyue couldn't help but look at An Tingjun twice, but she didn't expect that he, a person who often stayed in the military camp, was also a master of tea tasting.
Yes, this is Yunwu tea, a tribute only available in the palace, but the quantity is rare. This tea is not only fragrant, but also has medicinal value. When Nangong Yuanyi sent this tea, she felt flattered. She didn't know why he deserved to send such a precious gift. If she couldn't figure it out, she wouldn't think about it. If someone was willing to give it to her, since she couldn't refuse it, she happily accepted it.
Suddenly, a trace of loneliness flashed in An Tingjun's eyes, and he said calmly: "I'm going back to the military camp."
In the past few days since An Tingjun came back, he also quietly inquired about An Xiyue's sudden change in the house, and what Aunt Lin had done secretly. Now that the fourth prince was angry, Lin'er was sent away, and maybe it was bad for her. Still a good thing.
An Xiyue said nothing and took a sip of tea alone. She felt the fragrance lingering on her lips and teeth, leaving her with endless aftertaste. She quietly waited for his next words.
"My sister has offended Lin Ji. With his character of retribution, he will not let you go. People in the Lin family are not easy to get along with. Prime Minister Lin has a high position..." An Tingjun hesitated to speak. Stop, as if there are many things on his mind.
Suddenly, An Xiyue felt a little upset in her chest, but she couldn't say what she was upset about. She thought she could read people's hearts, but facing An Tingjun, she felt that she didn't understand him at all, because he was Lin Wan's son, and she felt sorry for him in her heart. Most of them were wary. At this time, seeing his expression, he didn't see anything coming at all, as if he came to say goodbye to her today.
Then, An Xiyue gave a cold look and said in a deep voice with unknown meaning: "Brother, are you reminding or warning your sister?"
An Tingjun was neither anxious nor angry, as if he had developed a hard-hearted heart a long time ago, and said calmly: "My sister will eventually get married, and she will rely on the An family for her future support. Father will not let you offend the Lin family." .”
An Tingjun simply didn't believe that An Xiyue could frame the fourth prince. She was a fifteen-year-old girl from the boudoir who had no experience in the world and had no ability to predict the future. But his sister had a hard and cold temperament. She changed her usual timid and cowardly attitude and did not hide herself in front of everyone.
An Xiyue smiled faintly and said softly: "Brother wants to ask my sister to leave a way out for him, but brother, why should I leave a way out when there is no way forward?"
She has never thought about getting married. She only protects the people she wants to protect in this life. If anyone wants to bully her, she will never let it go.
An Tingjun was suddenly shocked and speechless. Her thoughts were so similar to his own.
He came to persuade her, so where would his escape be? He hadn't paved the way forward, so there was no way back. An Tingjun suddenly wanted to laugh at himself.
At the same time, An Tingyun, who was concentrating on practicing calligraphy at the side, suddenly turned his head and glanced at An Tingjun, with a pair of big bright eyes.
An Tingjun's facial features were very sharp, and he suddenly felt someone staring at him. He followed that line of sight and saw that the small figure looked like a jade-like figure. It was just that the dark eyes shining like gems were facing him. I have unpredictable hostility, but I am only five years old.
An Tingyun is the legitimate son of the An family. He was a fool when he was born, and the eldest lady spent a lot of effort to raise him.
An Tingjun did not laugh at him like others, but felt that it was a pity for his identity, which was exactly what he lacked.
An Tingjun suddenly had a faint smile on his lips, as if an elder brother loved his younger brother, and said softly: "Yooner studies hard and will definitely be more promising than the elder brother in the future."
Then, An Tingyun ignored him, lowered his head in a daze and continued to write his own words.
Generally, five-year-old children, even normal children, are not as quiet as An Tingyun, not to mention that he has been stupid since he was a child. This is so strange that An Tingjun can't help but look at it a few more times.
An Xiyue saw An Tingjun's expression in his eyes. He had no hatred for his younger brother. He was different from An Xilin. An Xilin strongly wanted to change her status as a concubine. He didn't seem to envy their status as legitimate children.
An Tingjun drank the remaining tea in one gulp and said calmly: "It's such a treasure, it would be a pity not to finish it. Thank you sister for your warm hospitality."
An Xiyue suddenly felt powerless to accept his words. This was not a warm reception, but she was just using it to test him.
After An Tingjun drank tea, he stood up and strode out. He was only sixteen years old, but he looked full of energy, and he didn't have the squeamishness of a kid from a rich family at all.
In an instant, An Xiyue suddenly called him loudly, "Brother."
An Tingjun raised the curtain with his hand, turned around and waited for her next words, "What's the matter?"
An Xiyue didn't know if her feeling was wrong. She bit her lip and said slowly: "Aunt Lin, do you hate her?"
In an instant, An Tingjun felt as if someone had hit him hard in the heart, an inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes, and he immediately opened the curtain and went out.
After An Tingjun left, An Xiyue took up the cup of tea in front of her again, but it was tasteless and the tea had gone cold.
Jiang Shuang didn't understand why the eldest lady would ask the young master like this. She just said: "The young master won't stay to celebrate the New Year? Now every household is preparing to welcome the New Year."
An Xiyue said calmly: "Yes, he won't stay for the New Year."
An Xiyue then recalled that since An Tingjun went to the military camp, although he returned home to visit relatives every year, he did not miss the family ties in An's home. This made An Xiyue feel strange. She had asked this question just now. Because the first time she saw him, when she saw her biological mother kneeling on the ground begging, he didn't have too many emotions, so she asked.
Today, An Tingjun came, and she thought he would mention An Xilin, but she didn't expect that he didn't mention it at all, which was abnormal.
