klisemfg Chapter 392 She is not a string, she is a sharp blade
Chapter 392 She is not a string, she is a sharp blade
The empty wine jug fell in the pavilion in a slightly messy state. Xun Lan bumped into it with his elbow, and the white porcelain wine jug rolled on the ground for several rounds before breaking into pieces.
Upon hearing this, the servant took the broom and prepared to enter the pavilion to clean up, but was silently stopped by someone hiding in the dark.
After hearing the sound of breaking, the drunk Xun Lan lost his composure, which was rare for him.
Sometimes he laughed, sometimes he clutched his chest, and murmured in a low voice: "Without destruction, there is no construction, A Zhan, without destruction, there is no construction."
"But spilled water cannot be recovered, and a broken string cannot be repaired."
Xun Zhan endured the pain in his waist and hips and carried Xun Lan steadily on his back: "She is not a string of a harp, nor is she water in a basin. She is a sharp blade. Even if it is broken, it can be re-melted by the blacksmith and show its sharpness again."
"Oh..." Xun Lan responded in a depressed tone, "But it hurts when you get hurt, and it hurts and itches when you grow flesh. It will hurt even more if you put it in the fire to melt it."
Xun Zhan took shaky steps, afraid that Xun Lan had really made this decision: "Brother, if you do something for my Xiao Jiu, I will take my sister-in-law away from you, okay?"
Xun Lan buried his head in Xun Zhan's shoulder, nodded first, then shook his head: "If she...if she returns, she will...not be willing, I know...I know."
Xun Zhan raised his voice and asked again: "Brother, if you help me, I can make my sister-in-law willingly elope with you, is that possible?"
Xun Lan opened his drunken eyes wide and was thinking seriously.
But a drunken mind thinks slowly about everything.
"Brother, are you saying one thing and doing another? Do you think the princess has been married and therefore don't want to marry her?"
Xun Lan patted the back of Xun Lan's head just like when they were little, "Don't talk nonsense."
"I want to marry her, I want to elope with her, I want to bring her back to show my mother."
"The bracelet that Ah Zhan's young wife can't wear, the princess will definitely be able to wear it."
"The princess is mine, mine. She is more powerful than Ah Zhan's little wife. She is not afraid of pain. I will marry her home and never let her feel pain again."
Xun Zhan refused to admit it and said firmly: "No, Xiao Jiu is more powerful."
"Shu'er is more powerful. She can take off the bracelet. She is more powerful."
"My mother's bracelet was too small. Xiaojiu is the best."
The heavy and depressing atmosphere was completely broken by the argument between the two brothers.
Xun Lan, who had never competed with Xun Zhan for anything since childhood, was the first time to make a fuss over a marriage that had not even started.
In order to prevent the drunken brother from saying something he shouldn't, Xun Xiang and Madam Xun followed him all the way under the moonlight, while the housekeeper quickly dismissed all possible threats along the way.
After struggling to carry Xun Lan back to the bedroom, Xun Zhan, who was already drunk, sat down on the ground and broke out in a cold sweat due to the pain in his butt.
Looking up at Xun Lan lying on the bed, Xun Zhan stumbled to his feet, and lay down in the place where he often lay when he was a child, looking at the moon.
As he watched, he fell asleep.
Mrs. Xun took out a blanket from the box quietly and covered Xun Zhan with it. She then walked to the bed and pulled the quilt over Xun Lan.
He raised his hand and gently touched Xun Lan's cheek, and smoothed out the wrinkles between Xun Lan's brows, before being led out of the yard by Xun Xiang.
"Don't worry, ma'am. Everything will be fine."
Madam Xun leaned closer to Prime Minister Xun's arms and said, "I'm not worried."
"As for me, I thought both of my bracelets were too small, but this one wasn't. I'm so happy."
Her husband has been a prime minister for a hundred years and has never taken a concubine for her. If both children like boys, the direct lineage of the Xun family will be cut off in her hands.
Mrs. Xun is willing to respect her child's choice, but if this is the case, she will still feel somewhat regretful.
"Madam, please don't lie to me. You haven't slept well for several nights. Today you dragged me here to watch this. You must be very upset."
"Husband, will our family be okay?"
Pausing, Xun Xiang gently held Madam Xun's hand and wiped away the tears from her eyes: "Yes, I will."
When Xun Xiang said yes, Madam Xun believed it.
Wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of Xun Xiang's hand, Madam Xun smiled and said, "Ah Zhan's share of the betrothal gift may not be given away. Then all of it will be given to Ah Lan's wife."
Xun Xiang also softened his voice and asked, "Although Zhan doesn't need a betrothal gift anymore, should we prepare a dowry for him?"
Madam Xun's heart tightened, she looked up at Xun Zhan and asked, "The founding emperor of our dynasty used mountains and rivers as betrothal gifts and thousands of troops as dowry. Will we be unable to afford to marry off this son?"
"Madam, don't worry. Your youngest son is very smart and must have prepared a dowry for himself."
"Husband, do you feel something is wrong?"
"What's wrong?"
"They clearly haven't consummated their marriage yet, so why do we always feel that Zhan will marry the Ming King in the future?"
"Oh, judging from the way he runs to Prince Ming's palace every day, isn't he just trying to get himself out?"
"Uh..." Madam Xun thought more and more: "He is a little unreserved. Will the King of Ming not cherish Ah Zhan because he is so easy to get?"
"That won't do. You are stubborn, and so is your son. We still need to prepare more dowry. In the future, even if the King Ming wants the money, he will be more kind to A-Zhan."
Ten-day phase: ...
On the third day after Xia Ling brought Xun Lan to the Eastern Territory, the first rain of early autumn began to fall in the Eastern Territory, which had been shrouded in layers of dark clouds for several days.
The people living along the coast all make a living by fishing. The salty and humid air lingers everywhere in the Eastern Border Army, making Xia Ling very uncomfortable.
After the autumn rain fell, the air drifting from the sea was tainted with the smell of fish. Even though Xia Ling blocked his nostrils with the sachet in his hand, he could not control his disgust for the Eastern Territory.
This smell easily reminded him of the days when he was imprisoned in the inner prison, where he lived a life worse than that of a slave.
Unable to wait any longer, Xia Ling looked at Xun Lan, who was standing in front of the tent curtain, shielding him from the autumn wind: "Han Zhou hasn't returned yet?"
Since the two of them arrived in the East Territory, not to mention Han Shu, even the shadow of Han Zhou has not been seen.
Xun Lan turned around and bowed to Xia Ling: "Not yet."
Xia Ling looked at the eunuchs in front of him who followed the rules and etiquette and could not find any fault with them, and the uneasy feeling in his heart became stronger.
The anger that was originally intended to be directed at Xun Lan softened inexplicably when he saw the autumnal bleakness in Xun Lan's clear eyes.
Behind Xun Lan is Xun Xiang, and the person Xia Yu trusts the most is Xun Zhan. Xun Lan is very useful.
"Xun Qing, I'm not feeling well. Please hold an umbrella and look for me. It's not a good idea to keep dragging it on like this."
Xun Qing took the oil-paper umbrella handed over by the attendant and said: "I will first invite the military doctor for you, and then go to the beach to wait for General Xiao Han."
Xia Ling took his cloak from the eunuch and draped it over Xun Lan's shoulders himself: "I know your loyalty to me. When I regain the throne, you will definitely be a wise prince."
"When the Japanese king sits on the throne, Shen Jinmo's position will definitely be yours."
Xun Lan actually heard a lot of similar words during his most difficult time.
However, the relationship between the master and his subjects was indeed left with an unbridgeable gap due to Li Yuan's death.
It’s not that Xia Ling still cares about Li Yuan, but Xia Hong no longer trusts anyone except himself because of Li Yuan’s life and death.
A man who doubts everyone's intentions and doesn't even trust his own mother will be even crazier than Xia Hong if he sits on the throne in the future.
A person who doesn't have love in his heart can't go far.