strictlysupreme Chapter 232 The Marquis Has No Clever Heart 9
Chapter 232 The Marquis Has No Clever Heart 9
The rain fell very early, casting a shadow over the wasteland, with the wind whipping up the drizzle.
Liang Jinglan's throat was dry, his heart was slightly tight, and the panic of being caught doing something wrong made him wish he could disappear into the ground.
Suddenly, a slender, fair wrist emerged from behind the curtain, its coolness surpassing even the bright moonlight beyond the Great Wall.
Wen Yan's movement of lifting the curtain slowed down inexplicably in his eyes.
By the time they realized what was happening, their legs started moving on their own, and they were already on their way to escape.
A dark shadow flashed before Wen Yan's eyes. She raised an eyebrow and looked over. In the distance, a figure was running hastily, and upon closer inspection, it even stumbled.
Cool breeze.
She stood there for a long time before turning around and going back to her tent.
His eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he had done something pleasant, and the corners of his lips remained upturned for a long time.
It would be fun to scare him.
After explaining everything, Wen Yan got into the carriage and returned to the city quietly, with two attendants following her to ensure her safety.
The frontier general's mansion was not large; it was much smaller than the grand mansions she had seen in the capital, and even looked shabby.
“Strategist, the Marquis usually stays with the army at the front and doesn’t come back often. The courtyard is a bit dilapidated. Let’s clean it up first.”
The soldiers came with servants; these women, used to rough work, were quick and efficient, and after a short while, the place was barely habitable.
Wen Yan felt a bit sluggish. As she stepped into the front hall, a musty smell filled her nostrils. It wasn't strong, but it was still unpleasant.
She picked up the bitter medicine, frowned, and took a sip, her features scrunched up.
It was more bitter than the tea brewed by the Marquis.
233 transformed into a cat and cheered from the sidelines: "Go, adult! Go, adult! Let's take it down in one go!"
Those around couldn't understand its language. Seeing the black cat meowing loudly, they tried to rush it aside, but 233 circled around Wen Yan's feet, rubbing its fur until it was even shinier, as if it were being affectionate.
Wen Yan put down the medicine bowl, hugged it in her arms, and stroked its back gently. 233 squinted its eyes and hummed softly, thoroughly enjoying itself.
It really likes the way the future big boss strokes its fur!
Upon learning that Wen Yan had just left, Liang Jinglan couldn't sit still any longer: "The weeds in the General's Mansion have grown to a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters). How can anyone live there? Why didn't you send someone to clean it up for the strategist beforehand?"
He grumbled that his subordinates were inefficient, so he found an excuse to personally supervise them.
"The strategist is in poor health, I'll go check on him."
After saying that, he strode out of the camp and disappeared in a flash.
When Wen Yan woke up, it was already night. She hadn't slept well; her head was fuzzy and her body felt unwell.
Someone knocked on the door to inform Wen Yan that Liang Jinglan had been waiting in the front hall for a long time.
"Now?" Wen Yan glanced at the dark sky. "How long has the Marquis been here?"
"One and a half hours."
Why didn't you wake me up?
The guard hesitated: "The Marquis won't allow it."
Wen Yan sat up sideways on the bed, put on her fur coat, and hurriedly went to the front hall. She saw that Liang Jinglan was gone, leaving behind a handwritten letter with wild and unrestrained handwriting.
Wen Yan opened the letter, roughly saying that she should rest assured and recuperate, and not overwork herself. He said that the miracle doctor he had asked someone to find was promising and would be brought to her soon.
233 couldn't understand: "That's really strange, why would someone come all this way just to write a letter on the spot?"
Wen Yan shrugged, her dark eyes reflecting a strange light: "Who knows? Maybe she didn't leave."
"Not leaving?"
233 broke free from Wen Yan's embrace, jumped onto her shoulder with its belly shaking, and its beard twitched.
Wen Yan tilted her head and pointed to the fat on its belly: "You've eaten a lot of good food."
233 didn't pay attention to the teasing in Wen Yan's words. Like a child eager to learn, it asked, "How do you know the Marquis hasn't left, sir?"
Wen Yan replied enigmatically, "I guessed."
"You guessed so accurately!"
Wen Yan stared at it with a look that said, "You know but you won't tell me," and pinched its swaying belly hard. The dog looked pitiful and begged for mercy.
Liang Jinglan hadn't left; he was hiding on the roof, acting as a thief.
He couldn't help but despise himself when he lifted the tiles.
But he was still worried and glanced down at Wen Yan below, seeing that she had relaxed slightly after undressing and going to bed.
He was really afraid of being discovered again.
Then you won't be able to explain yourself.
He was just worried that Brother Yuanjun wouldn't be used to living here, so he came to check on him. That's exactly it.
Liang Jinglan silently repeated it to himself several times, finally convincing himself.
The beautiful image of Runbai lifting the curtain with her fingertips lingered in her mind.
He awkwardly stretched out his hand and stared at it, silently comparing it to Yuanjun's small hand.
It's not only small, but also white.
Not only is it white, but it's also tender.
He can hold it with one hand...
wrong!
Liang Jinglan abruptly called a halt, slamming his wildly racing thoughts into the ground. His sharp eyes widened in shock, a piercing roar echoing in his heart.
How could he possibly have such an idea!
No, no.
This is very wrong.
How could he possibly tarnish the noble and upright spirit of Brother Yuanjun!
In the night wind, Liang Jinglan squatted on the roof, bewildered all night, and only left when it was barely dawn.