Chapter 11: Conspiracy (10)

Aunt He was very eye-catching and picked up the tea tray and was about to leave. Chen Huai called again: "Auntie, please accompany the lady to the market to buy some fresh silk. I heard Ajun say that your female worker is a master of Jinchengguan. Can you help Ajun cut out some new clothes?" Aunt He hurriedly replied: "Okay, I have said several times that I have to make some new clothes for Ajun. My skills are still good. But Miss Ajun always said that she is still filial..." Chen Huai interrupted her: "It's enough to be cleaner, it's better than those old clothes. It's too rustic and shabby." Aunt He glanced at Chen Jun, and saw that she was blushing and looked pitiful. She couldn't help but sigh deeply, and then she agreed and left the door.

Chen Huai turned around and looked at Chen Jun's face, gently held her hand, and said sincerely: "Ajun, do you know how beautiful you are? Although it is simple and unpretentious, in my eyes, you are much more adorable than those women in Luoyang City who are flirting with their heads and poses." Chen Jun turned his gaze away, his eyes flashed with a luster, and he said softly: "That Miss Jingyuan is really a beauty." Chen Huai was stunned when he heard this, looked at Chen Jun meaningfully for a long time, and suddenly laughed: "Zhou Jingyuan is indeed a beautiful woman. Do you know what she said to me when I sent her home today?"

Chen Jun didn't say anything, but just looked at Chen Huai blankly. Chen Huai's face was silent with a gloomy face, and after a while, he said, "Just at the door of her house, she told me that she didn't think you and I look like a family." Chen Jun's hand trembled slightly, and Chen Huai held the hands tighter: "Hmph, this Miss Zhou is really smart. To be honest, I admire her quite a bit. Unfortunately, she spoke too straightforwardly and acted a little too anxiously." Chen Jun's eyes were blank and he said softly: "Maybe, maybe she just wanted to get closer to you more..." Chen Huai sneered: "Get close to me? Why? Is this daughter of the third-rank official interested in me?" Chen Jun looked up at him suddenly, and Chen Huai smiled and shook her head, sighed: "Ajun, don't worry, we are just a family. This is a fact, no one can change it."

The warm spring breeze slowly slapped the window paper, a crescent moon hung high in the dark blue clear air, Chen Jun red cheeks, and gently sat on Chen Huai's knees. The young man's powerful arms wrapped her soft body tightly, like a solid cage, making her willing to be imprisoned, and no longer expecting to escape in this life. This is her fate. She has been with her since she was born and will entangle her until death. When the hot lips touched each other and the tip of her tongue savored his sweetness, Chen Jun was confused and thought: What a wonderful thing it would be if she could really die like this and die in his arms... Chen Huai was right, he and she were a family, they were destined to live and die together, and no one could change it.

When Chen Huai left Chen Jun's house, it was already three days. Standing in the quiet courtyard at night, Chen Huai deeply breathed the fresh air of early spring, feeling refreshed. The burden that had been pressing on his heart for so many days seemed to have been temporarily removed, and his whole body and mind had a rare sense of relaxation. Chen Huai knew that this was the relaxation brought to him by Chen Jun's extremely gentle caress. At this moment, when he recalled the obsessed face and intoxicated moans she had just received just now, his heart couldn't help but be filled with pity. No one would understand what Chen Jun meant to Chen Huai. Sometimes Chen Huai felt that even Chen Jun herself did not know her position in his heart, which was a unique and irreplaceable position, because only she in this world knows the most real Chen Huai. But then again, does she really understand?

Chen Huai gently walked through the courtyard. Just as he was about to open the front door, a person flashed out from the black shadow beside the door. Chen Huai was startled and instinctively touched the sword with his hands. The light of the moon happened to illuminate the man's face. It turned out to be Aunt He. Chen Huai breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his voice and complained: "Auntie He, why are you sneaking? You haven't been sleeping so late, what are you doing here?" Aunt He hung his hands awkwardly, rubbing his clothes while placing them. I said, "Chen, General Chen. I have been waiting here, just wanting to take the time to ask you, has there ever been news from my son?" Chen Huai looked at her coldly and replied impatiently, "Oh, I have always paid attention to your son's affairs. But where is it so fast? Luoyang is not Jinchengguan or Lanzhou. It has a large population, so it is not easy to find someone. Besides, it is hard to say whether your son has come to Luoyang or not."

Aunt He still held the hem of his skirt tightly, his face full of bitter expression, and he begged: "General Chen, I know I'm troubled you, but I ran out of my hometown just to find him. I really have no other way..." Chen Huai said coldly: "Okay, I will do my best to help, so please relax. As long as you take good care of Chen Jun, I will not treat you badly." "Yes, thank you General Chen, thank you General Chen." Chen Huai left. Aunt He closed the yard door, turned around and looked at the black window of Chen Jun's room, and sighed a long time.

Chen Huai walked about a hundred steps along the empty alley, and the side door of Di Mansion was in front of him. He thought about it, but instead turned to the right, walked over three streets, and a dilapidated Taoist temple appeared in front of him. The plaque on the door was half hanging, with weeds growing beside the door, and thick iron chains and a big lock were hung on the door. Chen Huai took out the key from his waist and opened the door. The "squeaking" sound was particularly harsh in the quiet night. Fortunately, there were weeds and dead trees around here, and there were no residents.

Stepping on the ground with broken bricks, rocks and weeds, Chen Huai quietly approached the only house in the sight. The door of the house was also hung with thick iron chains and large locks, and wooden strips were nailed everywhere on the windows, and no trace of light could be revealed. Chen Huai took off the iron lock and opened the door. The dim candlelight shot out from the house. When he walked into the door, the person sitting by the table raised his head, with a thin and pale face as if he was dead, staring at his godless eyes. Chen Huai walked to the table, looked at the books on the table, and sneered: "That's right, it seems that you are still working hard." Yang Lin lowered his head He lowered his head and said softly: "You locked it here, you can't go anywhere, so I have to read a book." Chen Huai picked up a book casually, turned over two pages and threw it down, and said sarcastically: "I did this for your own good. If I let you go out, it's hard to say whether you will find any fun places. Humph, you'd better stay here and study it. The exam is about to start. I will arrange everything for you at that time. Of course, you have to be a little bit of a good person." Yang Lin was silent, with no expression on his dull face.
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