GBP Chapter 155 Do You Know (50)
Chapter 155 Do You Know (50)
The night is low and the stars are shining.
Mo Lan's courtyard is quiet and warm.
Several red lanterns emitted soft light, casting shadows on the flowers, plants and trees in the yard.
Lin Changze was wearing a moon-white robe and a long sword at his waist, looking heroic.
He walked slowly into the yard and his eyes fell on the pavilion not far away. In the pavilion, Molan was sitting on a stone bench, holding a book in her hand, but flipping through it absent-mindedly.
Hearing footsteps, Molan looked up and saw that it was Changze, and a smile immediately broke out on her face.
She put down the book, stood up and went to meet him.
"Brother Changze, you are here."
Molan's voice was gentle, like a breeze blowing through the heart.
Nagasawa walked up to her and looked at her gently.
"Sister Mo'er, I'm going to the battle tomorrow."
His tone was low and contained a hint of reluctance.
When Molan heard this, her expression changed slightly and her smile froze.
She bit her lip, her bright eyes filled with worry.
"So fast?"
She murmured, her voice trembling.
Nagasawa held her hand, which was icy cold.
He caressed the back of her hand lovingly, trying to give her some warmth.
"The military situation is urgent, we have no choice but to obey."
He paused and continued, "Mo'er, don't be afraid. I will definitely return safely."
Molan raised her head and stared into Changze's eyes. Her figure and endless tenderness were reflected in those eyes.
"Brother Changze, swords have no eyes on the battlefield, you must be careful."
Her voice was choked and her eyes were red.
Nagasawa pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly and feeling her body trembling.
He took a deep breath and whispered in her ear.
"Sister Mo'er, wait for me, wait for me to come back and marry you, okay?"
Molan's cheeks turned red instantly, like a ripe apple, so beautiful and tempting.
She nodded gently and buried her face in Nagasawa's chest, feeling his strong heartbeat.
"it is good."
Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it reached Nagasawa's ears clearly.
Nagasawa let go of her, cupped her cheeks, and gently kissed her smooth forehead.
"wait me back."
He emphasized again, his eyes firm and persistent.
Molan was shy but brave enough to meet his gaze.
"I'm waiting for you."
She whispered back, her tone full of trust and love.
The two of them snuggled together, quietly enjoying this last tender moment.
The night wind blew, and the leaves rustled, as if playing a farewell song for them.
The chirping of insects in the distance made the night even quieter.
The moonlight poured down like water, stretching the figures of the two people very long, as if foreshadowing that their future path, although long, would always be dependent on each other.
The next day, early in the morning.
The sun rises, and golden light fills the earth.
Outside the city gate, flags were waving and war horses were neighing.
Lin Qinshuang and Molan stood outside the city gate, looking anxiously into the distance.
Not far away, a group of people were slowly approaching. They were Changfeng and Changze who were about to go on an expedition.
The two men were dressed in silver armor and riding tall horses, looking heroic and majestic.
Lin Qinshuang looked at the two children gradually approaching, her eyes filled with pride and worry.
She clutched the handkerchief tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.
Molan had a look of reluctance on her face, her eyes were red and tears were welling up in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall.
Changfeng and Changze reined in their horses and stopped in front of Lin Qinshuang and Molan.
They dismounted, walked up to Lin Qinshuang, and knelt down together.
"Mom, I'm leaving."
Chang Feng's voice was low, with a hint of reluctance.
Changze also echoed: "Aunt, take care of yourself."
Lin Qinshuang stepped forward, helped the two of them up, and forced a smile on her face.
"Good boy, go ahead. Mother will be waiting for your triumphant return."
Her tone was firm and her eyes were full of encouragement.
She tidied up Changfeng's armor and smoothed out Changze's hair. Her movements were gentle and delicate, as if she was treating a precious treasure.
"Swords have no eyes on the battlefield, so you must be careful."
She warned, her voice choked.
Changfeng and Changze nodded, with determination glittering in their eyes.
"Mom, don't worry, we will definitely return safely."
Chang Feng clenched his fists and spoke in a strong and forceful tone.
Nagasawa also added: "Aunt, we will definitely live up to our mission."
Lin Qinshuang smiled with relief. She took out two amulets from her arms and handed them to the two of them.
"This is the amulet that my mother got from the temple. Keep it with you. I hope it will keep you safe."
Changfeng and Changze took the amulet and kept it carefully close to their bodies.
Changfeng and Changze mounted their horses and bowed to Lin Qinshuang and Molan for the last time.
"Mom, take care!"
"Aunt, Mo'er, take care!"
Lin Qinshuang and Molan watched them go away with tears in their eyes. Only when they could no longer see their figures did they turn around and return home silently.
Back at Molan Pavilion, Lin Qinshuang looked at the distraught Molan and patted the back of her hand distressedly: "Mo'er, don't worry, Changze and Feng'er will return safely."
Molan forced a smile: "Well, I believe them."
A few days passed.
Molan sat alone in her boudoir, shrouded in sorrow, her brows furrowed, and she no longer had a trace of her usual smile.
Nagasawa's departure seemed to have drained away all her vitality, leaving her an empty shell, spending her days bored.
She leaned her chin on her hand and looked at the swaying bamboo shadows outside the window, listening to the sobbing wind, which added to her melancholy.
The flowers in the yard were in full bloom, but she had no heart to appreciate them. She let the spring pass by and felt that the days passed by like years.
Qi Heng hadn't seen Molan for a long time. He was worried about her, but he had no idea what to do.
Every day when he went to and from school, his eyes would always unconsciously drift towards the Sheng family mansion, but he never got what he wanted.
Suddenly hearing that Madam Wu was going to hold a polo match and inviting ladies from various aristocratic families, Qi Heng had an idea that this might be a good opportunity.
He heard that the Sheng family had also received an invitation and Molan would definitely go, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.
He began to look forward to that day, imagining the scene of reuniting with Molan, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose slightly.
Polo day.
The sun is shining brightly and the sky is clear.
The polo field on the outskirts of the city was bustling with activity and noise.
There was an endless stream of carriages from various mansions, and the ladies attended in their best attire, vying for beauty.
Lin Qinshuang and Wang Ruofu arrived late with the three girls from the Sheng family.
Molan still looked listless and not in high spirits, but in order not to offend Lin Qinshuang, she forced herself to cheer up.
Rulan was excited, looking around and eager to try.
Minglan seemed particularly quiet. She looked around from time to time with a hint of expectation in her eyes.
Yu Yanran saw Molan from a distance. She walked over quickly and took Molan's arm affectionately.
"Sister Molan, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Yu Yanran smiled like a flower and her voice was clear.
Molan forced a smile, "Sister Yanran."
Seeing this, Lin Qinshuang knew what was going on, and she gently patted the back of Molan's hand.
"Go ahead, have some fun with Sister Yanran, and relax."