roccoschili Chapter 293 Does It Belong to Me?
Chapter 293 Does It Belong to Me?
Four years ago, in a gambling house in Yanjing City - when she heard Song Yanyi say these words, she suddenly felt incredible and opened her eyes wide and repeated it again: "Gambling house?"
Normally speaking, in the spring of that year, Su Yan was preparing to go to Beijing for the imperial examination.
At that time, the entire imperial capital was bustling with activity, and countless scholars were busy preparing for the exam.
Who could have expected that he would choose to step into such a place at the critical moment of the sprint?
What’s worse is that if one is found to have participated in gambling activities, not only will his reputation be damaged, but his future path to becoming an official will also be completely cut off.
According to Song Yanyi's description, the young man at that time relied on fraudulent skills to make a living, but because he was too ostentatious, he was soon caught in the act and was severely beaten.
Thinking that the man who was always elegant and well-spoken had fallen into such a situation, Cui Rong could not help but feel a complex emotion in her heart: "Did he not consider the consequences if his crime was exposed one day? Is it really worth living so recklessly?"
The answer is obviously no.
According to Song Yanyi's further explanation, he actually had nothing to lose at that time: the experience of being implicated in a wrongful case and being thrown into prison made him completely lose his status as a scholar; in order to survive, he had to take the risk and embark on this wrong path.
If I hadn't met someone like me who had a discerning eye and offered help, I would probably have become a street homeless person by now, or even more tragically, an unclaimed corpse in the wilderness.
Just as the two were immersed in the heavy memories of the past, suddenly there was a rumble of thunder in the sky, followed by a dazzling light that illuminated the dark clouds in the night; followed by a strong wind and heavy rain...
At the same time, in the other dormitory, a woman who had just woken up from a nightmare was curled up on the edge of the bed, hugging her shoulders tightly.
Beneath the tear marks was a face so pale that it was almost transparent. Chen Qinghan felt that every cell in his body was screaming in pain.
The maid outside the door heard the noise and pushed the door open, asking with concern: "Princess! Are you having a nightmare again?"
Seeing her still trembling, he could not help but step forward and gently caress her and comfort her, saying: "Those old things are all yesterday, and she is fine now! Why do you have to torture yourself with these past events?"
But no matter how others persuaded her, they could not calm the deep-seated and unrelieved emotions in her heart.
"I'll never forget it. I believe he must hate me to death right now..." He choked with sobs as he repeated the words he had repeated countless times in his dream.
In another mansion, Cui Rong, who had just finished bathing and was about to lie down after a tiring day, was also frightened by the sudden storm; she almost instinctively leaned towards the warm body beside her.
Carefully reach out and grab the edge of the clothes to seek spiritual comfort.
The flashes of lightning and thunder, accompanied by the sound of knocking on the window glass, gradually merged into a noisy wall of sound; just when I was about to close my eyes and fall asleep...
But I never expected that I would be firmly embraced by a pair of strong arms in the next second.
I was a little dazed for a moment, and I quietly raised my eyes to look upwards - I saw that the familiar face was still in the sleeping state without any change.
Could it be that he is also afraid of thunder and lightning?
Leaning against his warm and broad chest, I felt an unprecedented sense of security, as if all the fears and worries in the outside world were no longer important;
The only puzzlement is: why did he look so depressed just now but now act as if nothing happened?
Full of doubts, the continuous raindrops outside the window hit the window, making a rhythmic "drip-drip" sound, which was like a quiet and slightly melancholy serenade. Cui Rong finally closed her heavy eyes slowly in such a soft and yet restless environment, and gradually fell asleep.
When the first ray of morning light quietly sprinkled into the room through the gap in the curtains, I heard the steady and even breathing of the girl next to me.
The man then slowly opened his eyes, which were a little tired from tossing and turning all night.
He looked at the woman who was quietly nestling in his arms - her eyes were closed, her face was calm, but her small hands were still tightly grasping the front of his lapel without letting go.
Such a quiet and beautiful scene is so rare between the two of them.
The irritability that had been pent up in his heart for a whole day due to something seemed to be dissolved by the gentleness at this moment, and disappeared like a wisp of smoke.
I am used to being in control of everything in my life, but the only thing I always feel confused when facing the woman in front of me is that she is always hard to understand.
Many years ago, in order to pursue the person of his heart (Lin Han), he made the decisive decision to leave for Qingzhou, and at the same time ruthlessly cut off all contact with her.
The pain is still like a thorn stuck deep in my heart and I can't let it go.
Even if I think of it occasionally, I dare not touch the wound that has not healed completely, for fear that the slightest force will make everything irreversible.
The most well-known example of a good wife in the city of Yanjing is Chen Qinghan, who made great contributions to King Xuan's extensive selection of concubines.
But why did it become completely different when it came to her?
What kind of secret is hidden in this?
As his thoughts raced through his mind, his fingertips inadvertently slid across the woman's cheek, bringing a sense of warmth.
Whispering softly: "Is there even a tiny bit of space in your heart that belongs to me?"
There was a hint of pleading and helplessness in his words.
When the sky cleared up again the next morning, Cui Rong slowly woke up and found that the bed beside her was empty.
Song Yanyi had already stood up and went to the palace to attend the meeting.
After simply tidying up his appearance, he went to the eldest lady's residence as usual to start a new day of study and life. The content mainly revolved around how to manage the family's daily operations more effectively.
Now, not only is she learning to do housework seriously, even the spoiled little lady Song Xianer, who never does chores, has started to get involved.
After all, she is now in the critical period of adulthood and choosing a spouse, and it is expected that she will officially enter the marriage hall next year or the year after.
Therefore, we can no longer act as we please and lack a sense of basic rules as we did in the past.
Therefore, the eldest lady specifically assigned a task to the two of them: they must come to Qingshuiyuan every day to receive relevant knowledge training.
"It is not easy to properly handle the various complicated matters inside and outside the family."
She said earnestly, "On the one hand, we must have a clear division of labor and allow veteran members who are familiar with various fields to play to their strengths; on the other hand, we must strike a balance and not be too harsh or too lax. As for how to deal with specific situations, you need to rely on your own wisdom and insight to make judgments."