Fengyunyi

Chapter 16

【Luo Mansion】

Yun Cong came back from outside, just entered Linxuan when he bumped into Luo Yi walking around the courtyard with a charming woman, beside him was Luo Xin, some servants and maids whom he didn't know.

"Brother Ah Cong, you are finally back! Did you buy something for me?" Luo Xinfeng slipped in front of Yun Cong like a wind, and happily grabbed his wrist and dangled it around.

Yun Cong glanced back and forth between Luo Yi and the woman, nodded with a faint smile, then took out the chestnuts he bought from Chang'an Street from his sleeve and handed them to Luo Xin.

"This is Mr. Yuncongyun, who grew up with me," Luo Yi led the girl forward and introduced, "This is Boss Yuan's daughter, father and daughter are invited by father and daughter to be our guests today."

"Master Yun is indeed as Patriarch Luo said, gentle and elegant, with especially beautiful eyes." The woman greeted gently.

"Hi Miss Yuan." Yun Cong nodded politely.

"Brother Ayi, go on showing Miss Yuan. I want Brother Acong to peel chestnuts for me to eat." Luo Xin stuck to Yuncong and refused to let go, not even willing to accompany the guests.

Luo Yi frowned when he heard this: "Why are you told to peel chestnuts after eating them? Are you only five years old this year?"

"I peeled too slowly by myself, and it took a long time every time."

"There are a few servants here, I'll let them strip it for you."

"No, I want brother Ah Cong." Luo Xin hugged Yun Cong's arm tightly, resting his head on the latter's shoulder, looking lawless.

"you……"

"It's okay," Yun Cong looked at Luo Yi's majestic elder brother with a faint smile, "Anyway, I'm fine today, so I should accompany Ashin, so you can continue to show Miss Yuan."

As he spoke, he ignored Luo Yi's slightly surprised and sullen expression, and pulled the joyous Luo Xin away.

After the two entered the house, Yun Cong lit the fire and started peeling steaming chestnuts for Luo Xin.

"Why did Boss Yuan come here suddenly?"

"It seems to be about marriage." Luo Xin opened his mouth to bite off the chestnut that Yun Cong handed over, and answered honestly.

"Talk about marriage to A Yi?" Yun Cong frowned.

Luo Xin frowned, with an expression of protest and reluctance on his face: "No, it's for me!"

"For you?" Yun Cong was surprised: "Luo Yi hasn't married yet, how could the Patriarch match you?"

"How do I know?" Luo Xin wanted to cry, "That's what I told my father, and my father replied that because I was not good, he wanted to find a wife to tie me down."

Yun Cong smiled: "It sounds reasonable."

"Why do you even say that about me!" Luo Xin said aggrievedly, "Brother A Yi obviously didn't even write a word, why didn't daddy urge him..."

Yun Cong also stopped smiling.He has been concerned about this matter for too long, and he has been so contradictory that he cannot sleep for many nights.On the one hand, he didn't want Luo Yi to be forced by his elders to start a family, but on the other hand, he wondered why the patriarch didn't urge her.

Now even the 16-year-old Luo Xin has been matched, but Luo Xiao doesn't seem to be thinking about his eldest son getting married.

"Ashin, why doesn't the Patriarch choose a matchmaker for your brother?"

"How do I know?" Luo Xin scratched his ears and said, "There are obviously many girls who like Brother A Yi, but he is not interesting..."

Yun Cong silently peeled the chestnuts, with waves in his big eyes.

Before falling asleep at night, he turned off the lights until there was only one lamp, and sat on the sandalwood chair quietly listening to the wind outside the window, separated from Luo Yi on the bed by a screen.

"...Why, don't you go to bed yet?" After a long time, Luo Yi's voice came from behind the screen.

Yun Cong caressed the delicate lines on the lampstand with his fingers, and said softly, "Is the Patriarch going to tell Ashin about the marriage today?"

"Yes, Dad intends to let Ashin know Miss Yuan."

"Why didn't the head of the family tell you a matchmaker?" Yun Cong asked, "Even Ashin has started thinking about getting married, but he doesn't care about you at all."

After a rustle behind the screen, Luo Yi got out of bed, walked around the screen, came behind Yun Cong, saw that the latter was staring at the candlestick motionlessly, and sighed:

"Are you thinking about something messy again?"

"Don't you think it's strange." Yun Cong said softly, "The Patriarch got married at the age of 16, exactly at Ashin's age, but he didn't urge you, the eldest son."

"Ashin is naughty by nature, and my father is worried that he will cause troubles in the future, so I hope he will get married soon and collect some snacks." Luo Yi sat down beside him, gently hugged Yun Cong, and let the latter lean into his arms : "I'm still busy with my family's business, so I don't have time to take care of these things. Besides, don't I care about your thoughts?"

"I'm just wondering, does the Patriarch have any purpose in doing this..." Yun Cong gently wrapped his arms around him and said in a low voice.

"Father may have his own plans," Luo Yi replied, "And you are so eager for me to get married?"

"Of course not," Yun Cong hummed softly, and then his eyes suddenly darkened: "But if the Patriarch asks you to pass incense to the Luo family, what can we do?"

"I have my own way." Luo Yi bowed his head and kissed Yun Cong's forehead: "Stop thinking about things, go to rest early."

"Okay, I'll trust you again." Yun Cong laughed and buried herself in the other party's arms.

The tenth day of the first month of the first year of Yuancheng

Fall into nightmare.

The fire ruthlessly burned the ancient house with "crackling" sounds, and the flames soared into the sky. There were corpses strewn about in the ancient house, and blood flowed five steps.

The indifferent man looked at the flames with a playful and rampant expression.

God is merciful, and the rain is pouring down.

"It's actually raining." The man sneered and turned to leave.

After walking a few steps, his whole body became stiff and unable to move. There was fire in front of his eyes, and a bloody man walked towards them step by step like a vengeful soul crawling out of hell.

"Yue Yiqi..." The eerie voice was even colder in the torrential rain.

"Lin Tingzhi?! Don't come here!!!"

"Kill my family... This hatred is irreconcilable!!!" I saw the man covered in blood like a Shura opened his bloody mouth like a man-eating beast.

"It's not me! It's Qin Zhi! It's Qin Zhi!"

"It's you! It's you!!"

"Ahhhh-"

Nightmare woke up.

"Daddy! Daddy, wake up!"

"Father, it's just a nightmare, wake up!"

Yue Yiqi's whole body convulsed, and he opened his eyes suddenly, with a terrified expression, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He looked at Yue Qianyong in front of him and couldn't recover for a long time.

"Father, you are having a nightmare." Yue Qianyong looked at Yue Yiqi worriedly, and handed over a handkerchief.

"It's just too tired." Yue Yiqi took the handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, panting heavily.

"You can go out now, mother and the others are already in the front hall." Yue Qianyong helped Yue Yiqi up.

"Yeah." Yue Yiqi nodded and stood up, and after walking a few steps, he looked at Yue Qianyong and said in a low voice, "How are you preparing for that matter?"

"Don't worry, father, I picked the person with the best lightness kung fu, and he will never be captured." Yue Qianyong nodded.

"That's the second thing. If he is captured, he will have a place to go." Yue Yiqi's eyes were stern, "The most important thing is that he has to find what I want. Tonight is Qin Feng's birthday, and Qin Zhuang is busy. Coupled with the mixed guests, dragons and snakes, it is a good time to start."

"I know, Dad, let's go." Yue Qianyong said.

"it is good."

【Jiangyuan·Xining Pavilion】

In the warm spring-like Xining Pavilion, Jiang Jingshu leisurely sips tea and reads the examination papers, his face is still a little pale, and he is a little weak after recovering from a serious illness. Strands of hair, flowing like a fairy.

Jiang Litong, who was on the opposite side of the table, was also drinking tea leisurely. He looked at the painting tube next to Jiang Jingshu and said with a light smile, "Qingmo, what did you paint for Zixu?"

"Draw it casually, it's not elegant." Jiang Jingshu smiled slightly, "Where's foster father?"

"Zixu likes fan bones, so naturally he likes it." Jiang Litong laughed.

"Sir, it's almost time, old master." Qiu Ji entered the room and saluted.

Jiang Jingshu gracefully put down the purple sand cup, leaned on the table and slowly got up and brushed his sleeves: "How is the Lin's house?"

"Everything is ready."

"Be prepared to adapt to changes, and be careful in everything." Jiang Litong also got up, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes."

"Since the play is on, let's watch it with peace of mind." Jiang Litong said, walking out of Xining Pavilion like a stroll in the courtyard.

Jiang Jingshu fell behind, he bit his lip, and followed with his usual arrogance and calmness.

"Qingmo, are you cold?" Jiang Litong looked at the approaching Jiang Jingshu with a dazed expression, and asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No problem, let's go, don't waste time." Jiang Jingshu pretended to be calm and innocent, and said with a light smile, "Father, don't worry, I can go on."

"Don't think too much, after winter, everything will be fine." Jiang Litong patted Jiang Jingshu's shoulder kindly.

"En." Jiang Jingshu responded lightly and walked into the carriage.