The pavilion was surrounded by a screen, gauze curtains hung lightly, willows swayed gently by the lake, a series of lanterns pushed away the dark night, and the Western Regions felt on the ground came into view of Shen Yinxiao.
She lowered her head and lowered her head until she heard a rich man's voice.
"Looked up."
Shen Yinxiao raised his head, and the man on the seat came into view.
He is somewhat similar to Wei Cheng, but his skin is much fairer, his eyebrows are more bookish, his carefully trimmed beard hangs on his chest, his eyes are sharp and calm, he looked at Shen Yinxiao's face quietly for a long time, and then Finally he murmured: "It does look like it."
Shen Yinxiao didn't know what he meant and said nothing.
"How old are you this year?"
"A civilian girl is twenty years old this year."
His expression became more and more kind, and he leaned forward and waved to her: "Sit here, you have been busy for a while, you must be tired."
He motioned for her to sit on the seat next to him.
Shen Yinxiao paused and pursed her lips: "Daughter of the people, don't dare to overstep your bounds."
"It doesn't matter." Wei An was afraid that he would push her too much, so he said, "There are no outsiders here. I just don't want you to kneel all the time."
Wei Zheng glanced at the seat indicated by him and suddenly said: "Come, prepare a seat."
Immediately, a servant brought a chair and asked Shen Yinxiao to get up and sit down.
Wei An's face darkened, but he didn't say anything. He raised his hand and took a sip of tea.
"Where are your parents from?"
"Local small business."
"Is there a match?"
Shen Yinxiao bit her lip and said in a dry voice: "Not yet."
"Yeah." Wei An nodded.
Wei An stood up, stretched out his sleeves, and walked slowly to Shen Yinxiao. Shen Yinxiao also quickly stood up, but Wei An held his shoulders and pushed him down.
The hand was always on Shen Yinxiao's shoulder, with no intention of moving away.
Shen Yinxiao bit her lip, feeling that the days were like years. The skin on that hand was slightly loose. Although it was well maintained, it already had some brown spots. The nail on her little finger was too long. She didn't like men with long nails.
Many pampered nobles like to keep their nails long, but Wei Cheng doesn't have this habit. On the contrary, she feels that long nails are not only an eyesore, but also dirty. She is not allowed to grow nails that are too long, no more than fingernails. Half an inch long, her nails must be trimmed into shiny and oval shapes, otherwise, he would trim them for her himself.
Wei An's hand on her shoulder was squeezing softly, and a string of goose bumps spread on her back, almost making her shiver.
"Uncle, it's late at night and it's cold. Put on your cloak." Wei Zheng suddenly said. He didn't know when he had a cloak in his hand. He walked to Wei An and unintentionally blocked him and Shen Yinxiao. between.
Wei An took a deep look at him. Wei Zheng looked at ease. He said "hmm", retracted his hand, took the cloak, but did not put it on himself. He just put it aside. He took out a long and narrow box from his sleeve. , handed it to Shen Yinxiao.
"This is a small gift, Mrs. Shen, please accept it."
Shen Yinxiao looked at the box blankly.
She already roughly understood what Wei An meant. Those hands seemed to have an invisible wire passing through her body and wrapping around her internal organs, making her unable to move or sit still.
"Ms. Shen, please accept it." Wei Zheng reminded warmly from the side.
Wei An's face has been insulted just now. If he doesn't take it back, it won't end well.
Shen Yinxiao glanced at Wei Zheng, who was also looking at her. Those obsidian-like eyes seemed to have a suction force, inexplicably sucking her in. A breeze blew from west to east on the lake, carrying it with it in the middle of the night. The fishy smell and coldness of the lake water also blew away the warm feeling of alcohol on Wei Zheng's body, catching her off guard and flooding her. From the eyebrow bone to the end of the eye, a light pink appeared, like a peach blossom floating in the water, in Loneliness lingers at night.
She reached out and took the box. The brass lock was open. When the box was opened, it was an excellent jade hairpin with an orchid carved on it. It was solitary and fragrant.
She subconsciously wanted to withdraw: "Master Governor, this is too expensive, and a common woman cannot afford it."
"A beautiful jade matches a beautiful woman, you can afford it."
Wei An said calmly.
It’s just a hairpin, “and there will be more to come.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yinxiao's hands froze.
Wei Zheng stood aside and said nothing until a servant rushed over and whispered a few words in Wei Zheng's ear. Wei Zheng quickly walked to Wei An and whispered: "Erlang is back."
Wei An's expression changed, he frowned, and looked at him suspiciously: "Didn't he go to the northern suburbs? Didn't the Wang family accompany him? Why are he back now?"
Wei Zheng paused and said, "He sent someone to guard the Shen family secretly."
Wei An's expression was grim, and he seemed to grit his teeth. He suddenly waved, turned around, and turned his back to him: "Send her out, don't run into him."
"Here."
Wei Zheng weakly helped Shen Yinxiao up and said warmly, "I'll send Madam Shen back."
He casually took a lantern and turned slightly sideways, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the wind for her. The wind got strong at night. Shen Yinxiao reached for the lantern and whispered: "Young Master, I will take it myself. I will go back." The road, I remember.”
"I'm here to pick you up. Of course I want to send you back safely." The man's voice sounded muffled above his head. He leaned closer, and the vibration in his chest could almost reach her eardrums. His slightly warm breath was mixed with a hint of wine. The anger brushed the broken hair on her head and scratched her temples, making her feel unnaturally stiff.
"Thank you for tonight, Mr. Young Master." She raised her head and glanced at him. The man did not look at her, but was looking at the road ahead. His expression was dignified and his manners were polite, making it impossible for people to have unnecessary reveries, but there seemed to be a root in his eyes. The threads were tangled and entwined, making her feel guilty involuntarily. She was overthinking.
She really thanked him. If he hadn't saved her, she didn't know what would have happened on the waterside pavilion just now.
"No need to be polite." Wei Zheng lowered his head and couldn't help but laugh when he saw her looking like a soldier.
"Brother."
A sudden sound sounded beside the hanging flower door.
Cold, indifferent, with a slightly long ending.
Shen Yinxiao shivered at the sound. She was very familiar with this sound.
Wei Cheng's figure disappeared in the shadows beside the rockery. He wore a crown and a black python robe covered with ink-colored unicorn armor. Under the faint moonlight, the cold light shone on the iron clothes, and he looked cold and solemn, heroic, like a ghost.
His hand rested on the sword at his waist, and his fingers kept tapping the turquoise on the hilt. He squinted and looked at Wei Zheng with a faint smile on his lips.
"Erlang is back." Wei Zheng smiled, "Why didn't you tell me in advance?"
Wei Cheng didn't answer and walked closer. The scales on the armor made a rustling sound. It looked especially cold and gloomy at night, and the wind carried the smell of blood mixed with rust.
"Cold?" Wei Zheng lowered his head and saw her unconsciously crossing her arms, her face turned slightly pale, and he took off his cloak and put it on Shen Yinxiao.
The cloak carries the faint scent of Canaanite incense on the man.
"Erlang came back alone? Where is Madam Wang?" Wei Zheng's smile was still faint, and he looked at Wei Cheng, whose face was even more gloomy.
Shen Yinxiao bit his lip.
"She didn't reply."
Wei Cheng's voice was low and hoarse, and he did not look at Shen Yinxiao anymore, his eyes remained on Wei Zheng.
The winter thunder was rolling, the northwest wind swept through the fallen leaves in the courtyard, and a bolt of lightning struck, making the man's face look a little more gloomy.
Under the cold and hard armor, his body unconsciously tensed into an offensive state, like a male beast that felt an enemy was spying on its territory, and raised its mane to warn other male beasts that entered the territory.
After the lightning, the rumble of thunder sounded.
Wei Zheng kept his standing posture just now, leisurely and graceful, but the smile in his eyes gradually faded away. He looked steadily at the uncertain man in front of him, with a pressure that was no less powerful than Wei Cheng's.
"Sorry, brother." Wei Cheng stretched out his hand. Shen Yinxiao paused and walked over slowly, but did not hold the hand he extended.
When Wei Zheng saw this, a playful smile flashed in his eyes: "Erlang is thanking me for Madam Shen? In what capacity?"
Wei Cheng frowned.
Shen Yinxiao didn't wait for them to speak again and interrupted somewhat unexpectedly: "It's getting late. You two should rest early. I'll go back first."
Wei Zheng nodded: "Madam, walk slowly."
Wei Cheng took a deep look at Wei Zheng, turned around and strode after Shen Yinxiao.
