Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty-Eight

next morning. The sun shines through the window and sprinkles into a dense circle of glory. Yan Wei's temples were messed up, her clothes were disheveled, and she was lying on the mat. The table was pushed aside obliquely, and the two wine jars, one standing and the other lying down, were scattered on the floor, and the residual wine on the table was dripping along the edge of the table. It fell, and the mat was soaked in a large area. Zhu Meng came upstairs on tiptoe, tidying up and cleaning lightly. When Yan Wei woke up, she felt a splitting headache, and her limbs were sluggish, unable to exert any strength.

Thinking back to last night, it seemed real and unreal, like a dream. Yan Wei turned over and sat up, seeing the red dots on the mat, her whole body trembled as if she had been stung. Even if things are like a spring dream, after all, there are still traces left.That's it... so she's not a virgin anymore, so she doesn't have to die with that sword?Just like that... in a humble and licentious way, he saved his own life?All this happened so fast, Yan Wei still couldn't believe it. "As long as you hand over your body, Longyang doesn't look like a very annoying person..." When she was five minutes drunk last night, this thought rolled in Yan Wei's mind, but was quickly caught by that blood-red Zhao Lei. The word "escape" broke up.

At that time, what did you say?It seems to have persuaded Long Yang to leave... What did Long Yang say?I can’t remember clearly, but I didn’t leave anyway, if I left, there would be no such things after that... I persuaded me not to leave once, and I can persuade me a second time, but... I didn’t, I just let it go, let it go The five-point drunkenness turned into a full-fledged one, letting Long Yang sit on his knees with him, and letting the two Tenglong Xizhu jackets get entangled... Because the wine covered his face, he wouldn't feel ashamed too much , more like a transaction, no one owed anyone, and no one failed anyone.

The so-called keeping the chastity without humiliation has become a joke.If I had known today, why would I wear the men's clothing back then?It was also in vain to live up to the hardships and sins suffered in the wind, cold, frost and dew... The blood-red word "escape" kept flashing in front of his eyes, the blood piercing his heart, even if he washed his hands clean, he couldn't wash away the crime of murder.Last night's dream, the one who let down the most was the person who came from far away to deliver the word "escape"... Yan Wei didn't know whether it was regret, sorrow, pity, resentment or anger, it seemed that her mind was blank, just like clay sculptures and wood carvings, at the mercy of Zhumeng.

Zhu Meng washed Yan Wei's body, changed into clean clothes, cleaned her face, put on makeup, and combed her hair.Move the bronze mirror over again, let Yan Wei see it. Yan Wei looked at the person in the mirror in a trance, not sure if it was herself: all her hair was tied up and made into a high bun, just like the married woman of Jiang Guo, her eyebrows were drawn thin and long, and the tails of her eyes were pink , flying up like a phoenix tail.The clothes on his body were also in the style of Jiang Guo's palace dress, with the collar open very low, leaving a large area of ​​his neck and chest exposed.

It turns out that diplomatic relations are like attacking, retreating step by step.Last night, she took a step back, but today she will be surrendered from head to toe, what a complete failure... Yan Wei pushed the bronze mirror away, and said angrily, "Where's my original dress?" Zhumeng still lowered her eyebrows and replied softly: "Which one is the princess asking about?" "Which one else?! Plain clothes and black clothes, the one embroidered with five chapters!" Yan Wei became even more angry. Zhumeng was neither afraid nor in a hurry, she just said softly: "The clothes were stained with alcohol, they have been washed, and they are hanging outside to dry, depending on the weather today, they can be dried tonight, and tomorrow morning." How about wearing it?"

Hearing what she said, Yan Wei couldn't get angry, so she just opened the dowry resentfully, took out a piece of silk paper, and tried hard to wipe off the pink at the end of her eyes. The body is given to others, so why care about the details of these clothes?Thinking of this, Yan Wei stopped her hands, and tears rolled down slowly. Seeing this, Zhumeng was not frightened, but said softly: "If the princess doesn't like this hairstyle and makeup, how about I help you wash it off?" Yan Wei nodded with tears in her eyes, and said, "It's good to have your hair in a simple bun, and you don't need to put on makeup on your face. I will still wear men's clothes in the future. Don't let me see this dress in the future!"

This hairstyle, this makeup, this dress... all seemed to remind Yan Wei that this night was a shame.Only by restoring everything as before can it be slowly forgotten. However, good fortune tricks people, and Yan Wei can't always make her wish come true. A month later, Yan Wei still changed into women's clothing. Because Yan Wei started to have severe morning sickness.The belt of the plain clothes and black clothes was too wide and too tight, and the pressure on the chest and abdomen was even more disgusting. Yan Wei had no choice but to change into a loose chest-length skirt. The dark knot of the beaded womb stretched the mistake of one night into a lifetime.

Long Yang came over with the doctor, with a faint smile on his face, he had to be reserved at one moment, not wanting to be too obvious, and at the other moment he couldn't help himself, his eyebrows, eyes and words were all with a smile. Seeing Long Yang's smiling face, Yan Wei felt a bit of disgust in her heart, but also a bit of intimacy. It seemed that the child in her belly had already connected the two of them closely by blood, and they could never be separated again. Seeing Yan Wei's expressionless expression, Long Yang became a little worried. Screening everyone away, Long Yang took Yan Wei's hand and asked softly: "But it's hard?"

Yan Wei gently withdrew her hand and shook her head. Long Yang was a little embarrassed, and asked again: "Is that because you are not happy about being pregnant?" Yan Wei was a little confused and shook her head again. Long Yang was a little impatient, pointed at Yan Wei's stomach, and said, "You don't want to kill him because you hate me, do you?" Yan Wei raised her eyes to look at Long Yang, and said word by word: "I will never...kill anyone again." Hearing this, Long Yang frowned slightly at first, a little confused, but then suddenly realized, and said in a low voice: "That man...his injury, I didn't know at first...he was found breaking into the palace late at night, and injured thirteen people , Killing eleven people, they treated him like this, and they also wanted to avenge their brothers... When I heard the news, people were already like that, and the doctor was helpless, so I had to invite you to take a look. It was a dead horse as a living horse doctor It means... I don't like them to torture criminals, so I changed my personal eunuch to help you..."

The dead do not return, and any further explanations are superfluous... As long as you are alive, you have hope, and when you die, you have nothing. Long Yang pointed at Yan Wei's stomach again, and said softly: "Just rest assured and take care of him, as long as he's around, even if I'm not by your side, they can't do anything to you." Where Long Yang is going, who "they" are, Yan Wei is no longer able to care about it, whether Yang Guo wins or loses, and whether Jiang Guo survives or perishes, seems to be unimportant anymore. It is too difficult to die for the country and die for the body.Although such things can be found everywhere in history books, it is impossible to do it in a leisurely manner. Anyone who has done it will enter the history with boldness and become a figure admired by future generations.Although Yan Wei is not afraid of death, she is also reluctant to die so easily. Even the piece of meat in her belly is her life, and it is impossible to let go of it until she is helpless. The so-called heart is like ashes, which is mostly like this, don't think, don't do, don't struggle, and silently wait for the judgment of God.If you die, you die; if you live, you live.There is no sadness, no joy, let alone any hope. Three months have passed in a blink of an eye, summer is getting stronger, and spring is getting old. Yan Wei showed her pregnancy, stopped her morning sickness, and changed into a light and loose Luo Yi. The outer layer of the Luo Yi was bean paste-colored cup-patterned big holes, and the bottom layer was lined with emerald green silk. The two layers of cloth were tightly stitched with dense embroidery. Together, the pattern is a smoldering pomegranate and a split pomegranate. I don't remember when Long Yang never appeared again. Almost at the same time, Solanum nigrum began to come here to accompany Yan Wei every day, sitting for a whole day. Solanum nigrum never talked to Yan Wei about the war, the court situation, and Longyang's whereabouts, and Yan Wei simply didn't ask.But Yan Wei faintly felt that Long Yang must have led the army to conscript himself, not because he realized that the magic sword could not bring victory to Jiang Guo, maybe it was just because he, the sacrificial sword sacrifice, could no longer be a sacrificial sacrifice. Under the guidance of Solanum nigrum, Yan Wei learned to weave cloth with a waist machine: sitting on the mat, stretching her legs, propping up the machine frame, pulling the heald lever, shuttle back and forth, and the cloth slowly took shape , it turned out to be extremely simple.Although this posture looks indecent, it is much more comfortable for pregnant women than kneeling. Yan Wei only knits one thing, and that is plain white Bingwan.It looks like ordinary silk, but it is denser and smoother than silk, and it is strong and durable.If the silk is snow, then the ice cloth is the eternal ice; if the silk is salt, then the ice cloth is the salt as warm as jade. Every two feet weaved, Yan Wei would cut it and use the best ink to write on it what she knew.After writing a sheet, hand it over to Solanum nigrum.Solanum nigrum tightly locked the edges with a bead needle, and then embroidered the words word by word with red silk thread. Silk has a lifespan of 800 years, and ink has a lifespan of thousands of years, but with the care of embroidery thread, maybe it can last forever, right?Bai Wan has a pure heart, and Zhu Zi is the blood in his heart.Even if the country is in danger of overthrowing the country in the next moment, I still have to leave something for future generations, and tell future generations that there was once a pair of women who came to this world... "What name should I give this thing...?" Solanum nigrum asked. "Let's call it "A Thousand Golden Prescriptions." Yan Wei replied. "Does this mean that this is a prescription left by a woman? It's a bit cryptic, I'm afraid future generations won't be able to understand it." Solanum nigrum pursed its lips and smiled, and frowned slightly after laughing. Yan Wei looked a little heartbroken. She was clearly worried about the war and her brother, but she had to pretend nothing had happened in front of her, for fear that she would worry about it and it would be harmful to the fetus... Yan Wei sighed like self-deprecating: "That's right... the daughter is talking about an unmarried and chaste girl like you, I really can't be considered a daughter..." "I'm sorry... it's my brother who's sorry for you, and I can't give you a title. Originally, there was a saying of marriage, but you are from Yang Guo, and this timing... is very inconvenient. There is no way..." Long Kui lightly Gently hold Yan Wei's hand. "He saved my life and gave me another life. This account is incalculable..." Yan Wei shook her head slightly. There was warmth from Solanum nigrum's fingertips, which reminded Yan Wei of the previous promise. Yan Wei couldn't help sighing: "I still don't have a clue about your illness. I don't know how to cure it. Sorry..." "It's okay... Maybe it won't be necessary after a few months." Solanum nigrum replied softly. If the body has turned into ashes, then the disease will naturally dissipate. Yan Wei understood the meaning of Solanum nigrum's words, and immediately held Solanum nigrum's hand and said solemnly: "I will do my best to protect you." Solanum nigrum gently withdrew her hand: "If the country is broken, you will lose your family. If your family is broken up, what's the point of leaving me alone in this world?" Yan Wei lowered her head and sighed, the country is about to perish, any kind of words seem so feeble, since they are meaningless, it is better not to say anything. In this way, the two of them, like sisters-in-law in ordinary families, worked together every day, but they often couldn't speak a few words a day.No one tried their best not to think about where the flames of war had ignited outside of them, and when they would ignite themselves. They were like a pair of phoenixes, hugging each other in their nest, quietly waiting for Nirvana.