Chapter 95 Acacia is not a blind date

In summer, the weather is getting hotter. The cicadas of the willows can't help ringing, and even the wind that blows from time to time is a warm breath.

Yan Niang lay on the table and slept in a daze, but was woken up by the noise in the yard.

"What's the sound?"

Yan Niang asked as she was holding the little maid Cui'er coming in with mung bean soup.

"Well, young lady, drink some mung bean soup to clear the heat and remove the fire..."

Cui'er squeaked and looked at him.

Suddenly, the joyous music sounded. However, the sound was so clumsy that it was just a few sounds, and Yan Niang's face was already pale.

"Is Miss He here?"

Because it was too far from Yecheng to Huangzhou, Guan Xiang took He Lingran from Yecheng to Huangzhou and temporarily lived in Yifu. On the day of marriage, he married from Yifu to Hanxing's new mansion.

Cui'er looked at Yan Niang pitily and didn't know what to do.

"Okay, you go down. If Miss Mu comes, ask her to come to me..."

When Cuier went out, she closed the door. Yan Niang hurriedly closed the window and put down the curtains. However, she still couldn't close the noise outside. The harsh music kept surging in her heart, and Yan Niang finally climbed to ** and couldn't help crying.

Outside the courtyard, the voices are noisy. The sound of silk bamboo, continuous laughter and lively.

The emperor's marriage is a supreme honor, and everything cannot be simple. Although Hanxing and the Yi family do not like to be extravagant, it is inevitable. And the wedding period is very tight. Yi Hui Hanyue and others are already very busy.

Ji arranged for Ling Ran and the He family to stay in the guest room and ordered the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Over there, Han Yue and Yi Hui are making final preparations for tomorrow's wedding in Hanxing's new mansion. Big red lanterns, red and happy characters can be seen everywhere, with a festive atmosphere.

When the two were finished, the full moon had already sunk in the west.

Han Yue sat tiredly in the corridor of the yard, leaning on the railing.

"I didn't expect that my brother would marry He Lingran so soon..."

In words, there is no joy, but a faint melancholy.

"It's already like this, don't think too much about it. Miss He is a smart and cheerful person, and it is not difficult to get along with..."

"It has nothing to do with me whether it's easy to get along with or not."

Han Yue had a sneer at the corners of her mouth.

"How can you say that? After all, it's your brother and sister-in-law."

Yi Hui complained slightly.

These days, Hanyue has tried her best to prepare for the wedding, and she has never seen any dissatisfaction. Yi Hui also thought that their brother and sister had been relieved and made up as before. However, I didn't expect that Han Yue's words on the eve of the wedding were still so cold.

"Brother Hui is a kind man, but no one is as kind as Brother Hui. He Lingran is a smart person. She just wants to use her brother to help her defend Ye City. Otherwise, He Fan is sick and weak. After all, she is a woman. Sooner or later, He Jiajun will change his master. Brother, there is no wish in my heart, it's just that the emperor's order is difficult to go against. It's not that I'm cool. It's the two of them who are cool. It's just a deal. They are all scheming. How can they blame me for not blessing them..."

Han Yue had an unreal smile on the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were a little blank: "I'm just pitying them... The team to welcome them will come soon. Is my brother still hiding in the barracks?

Yi Hui is dumb.

People in the world are always used to deceiving themselves. He will weigh irrelevant things, and then sacrifice for the good of that side. In the final analysis, it's just because of his cowardice. In fact, what can happen if my brother doesn't marry He Lingran? The emperor will never kill people when it comes to reward for merit. Even if you are afraid of being criticized, it is still temporary. But he agreed that he would have to face such consequences for a lifetime and not blame others.

"Cold moon!" Yi Hui interrupted her sharply: "Don't say any more. What are you talking about? This is so unlucky!"

For many years, when I saw Yi Hui angry for the first time, Han Yue looked up at Yi Hui and shook her head slightly:

"Brother Hui, why should he be angry? I don't mean to blame anyone, and I can't blame anyone. However, I am not worth it for Yan Niang and for the women in the world. Originally, it was a simple thing, but you always mixed too many complicated things and found a lot of high-sounding reasons. In the end, you were still like a victim... I'm tired of watching it..."

Yi Hui closed his eyes in pain.

"I didn't expect that the hatred in your heart would be so deep."

"It's not hate, it's just ridiculous. You are all too hypocritical..."

Han Yue stood up and brushed Yi Hui's side and wanted to leave.

Yi Hui reached out and grabbed the arm of the cold moon:

"Yueer, tell me, what do you want?"

Yi Hui's voice trembled a little, and there was a slight light in his eyes. What he couldn't hide was the pain.

"You're right, we are all hypocritical and ridiculous. I found too many irrelevant and high-sounding reasons to hide my cowardice and then hurt the people around me. You are right."

"Just remember what I said..." Han Yue said faintly, with a cold smile on the corners of her mouth: "You can't give me what I want. Don't think about it. You will also have such a wedding, no matter what you think. Let's cherish ourselves."

Han Yue shook off Yi Hui's hand and turned away, leaving Yi Hui alone in the courtyard for a long time...

The outstretched hand has not fallen for a long time, but it is empty.

Unwilling to disturb anyone, Han Yue returned to Yi's house in the middle of the night and did not knock on the door, but jumped directly into the courtyard from the street.

The door of Yan Niang's room was closed, and even the curtains were put down.

"This girl is not afraid of the heat on a hot day."

Han Yue sighed softly and tried to push the door. Late at night, Yan Niang didn't lock the door, and the room was silent.

"Yanniang, I'm my sister, I'm in..." Han Yue opened the door as she spoke.

"Yan Niang..." groped to take out the flint and lit the lights in the room: "I'm sorry, sister is too busy today to come to see you so late..."

"Sister..."

Yan Niang didn't fall asleep, and her voice was a little hoarse, as if she had cried.

Han Yue put the oil lamp on the table by the bed and stretched out her hand to Yan Niang:

"Why did you sit ** and hide in it? Come out quickly..."

Han Yue pretends to be relaxed.

** Yan Niang curled up behind the window, and her whole body shrank in the corner of the wall. She knew the sound, as if her body trembled a little.

"Sister..."

Yan Niang moved when she heard the sound and rushed to the cold moon standing in front of the bed, trying to hug her sister.

At that moment, Han Yue suddenly closed her hand, stunned as a wooden chicken, with unbelievable surprise and unprecedented fear in her eyes.

Yan was weightless and suddenly carried to the ground. Han Yue hurried to hug her and rushed to the ground.

"Yan Niang." Han Yue hugged Yan Niang tightly and couldn't say a word.

Although Yan Niang's eyes are red and swollen and looks sad, her face is still beautiful, but it's not the soft and dark long hair in the past, but the dazzling silver silk...

Overnight, the red face and white head.

Yan Niang was in pain and looked up slightly to complain about her sister. However, she saw her gray hair. Yan Niang grabbed her long hair fiercely with both hands, grabbed it over and put it in front of her chest. All white hair, all white, pure white dazzling long hair...

"Yan Niang..." Han Yue took her hand: "Don't do this."

"Ghost, there is a ghost..." Yan Niang suddenly shouted, her eyes were frightened and at a loss.

Han Yue hugged Yan Niang tightly: "Yan Niang, Yan Niang, don't make trouble."

"Am I dying..."

Yan Niang slowly calmed down, but not a single tear fell, just asked in a daze.

"What are you talking about..."

Thinking that she would be sad, she would be sad, but she was far from expecting that she would be so sad...

"If your hair is all white, isn't it far from death?"

Yan Niang asked infatuatedly that there was no trace of light in the bright eyes of the past. Yan Niang's whole body was leaning against Hanyue's arms, and it seemed that she had no strength to support her body at all.

There is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart.

Han Yue looked down at Yan Niang in her arms and finally couldn't help bursting into tears:

"Fool, how can you be so stupid... He doesn't deserve to be so sad. Why does he think of you and be so sad for you? Why do you..."

"Became away, sister, I'm going home."

Yanniang's eyes were in a trance, and her voice was also a little erratic.

Han Yue was stunned and immediately understood again:

Sister will take you back to Jiaxing. I can definitely make your hair black..."

Yan Niang didn't say a word.

"Yanniang, shall we go to the plum embroidery village now? Then, tomorrow, a little later, I will leave Huangzhou, okay?"

A tentative question of the cold moon.

Yan Niang didn't say a word, just reached out and hugged Han Yue's shoulder and leaned her head tightly against Han Yue's arms.

Fee that the girl in her arms had regained her strength, and Han Yue stood up slightly.

"Are we leaving now?"

"I won't tell them." Yan Niang's voice is very low.

They once secretly swore that they would go home. In those hard years, going home is their obsession and the light of their lives. However, this night, the Yi family was brightly lit, and the courtyard was full of festive and bright red. The voices of the people stayed overnight, but no one cared, and their daughter quietly left.

She used to be a noble cold flower palace saint, with excellent piano skills and quiet dust; however, at this moment, she has retreated all the colors, and she is so humble...

is not good at expressing or managing. When she lost it, she didn't say a word until she was sad about an irreparable ending. And no one knows her sadness.

A tear fell down Han Yue's eyes, forcibly calming the waves in his heart. Han Yue left the Yi family with Yan Niang.

The dream of the past is finally nostalgic tonight.

When they came, they snuggled together, worried and happy; when they left, they still stayed together, sad and desperate.

A person from generation to generation, loves each other without blind date.