She couldn't wait any longer until he realized what was happening.
marry
one,
Cen Ji lay in bed for a month.
Even while he was unconscious, there was always a pale yellow figure holding a dry handkerchief, wiping the sweat from his forehead from time to time.
He struggled to wake up, but always fell into a daze.
He didn't know if he was truly delirious. He remembered once, in a half-asleep state, a cold hand gently stroked under his chin.
The cold feeling was extremely familiar, reminding him of the woman with the curved eyebrows and eyes.
She has such a lovely smile, with crescent-shaped, bright eyes that even lift his spirits.
But every time he struggled to wake up, the first thing he saw was Wen Moyin's gentle almond-shaped eyes, which remained as tender as ever.
She would always talk about what she dreamed about, and a smile would always be on her lips.
Cen Ji smiled weakly and said, "No, just some funny things from the past."
Just like now, seeing Cen Ji wake up, Wen Moyin brought over a bowl of hot porridge, blew on it, and said, "Get up and have something to drink."
Cen Ji sat up, somewhat embarrassed: "I can do it myself."
Wen Moyin did not respond: "You are weak, let me feed you. You are not allowed to refuse."
So Cen Ji could only drink the hot porridge that Wen Moyin fed him, mouthful by mouthful.
The porridge smelled delicious, with a subtle sweetness.
Cen Ji didn't like sweet porridge, but he still drank a full bowl. He knew that he was probably the only one in the entire Kongshan Ridge who could drink porridge personally fed by Wen Moyin.
Little did he know that twelve years as a bodyguard had made him accustomed to obeying any of Wen Moyin's requests.
After finishing her porridge, Wen Moyin put down her bowl.
She sat on the side of the bed, quietly watching Cen Ji.
She noticed that the stubble on Cen Ji's chin seemed to never grow long or thick, always just a sparse, sporadic sprout, a listless struggle like weeds in a wasteland, neither dying nor growing.
"Seventh Brother, you've lost weight." Wen Moyin reached out to tidy up the messy hair at his temples. When her fingers touched his temples, she could clearly feel a momentary stiffness under her fingertips.
Wen Moyin slowly lowered her right hand and grasped Cen Ji's hand.
Cen Ji was startled and looked up at her.
"Seventh Brother, let's get married."
Cen Ji was stunned for a long while. He opened his eyes wide and said, "Your subordinate..."
"Don't use the words 'subordinate'," Wen Moyin said, trying to suppress her anger.
Silent and still.
He truly hadn't expected Wen Moyin to make such a decision so quickly.
Because it was unexpected, we were caught off guard.
“We…” Cen Ji couldn’t help but speak, but was interrupted by Wen Moyin again.
This time, however, it wasn't Wen Moyin's words that interrupted him, but her gentle and sorrowful gaze.
Wen Moyin's eyes were brimming with tears, not tears, but boundless anticipation, an anticipation that no one could bear to refuse.
Cen Ji felt utterly exposed under her gaze.
He knew he didn't need to escape, but he couldn't help wanting to.
“You are the master, I am the servant, there is a huge difference in our status.” As he spoke, Cen Ji gripped the blanket tightly with both hands. He felt there were a million reasons, but only this one came to mind.
Wen Moyin smiled, as if he had already expected him to say that.
"Status? Easy. Either you become the Lord of Kongshan, or I give up the entire Kongshan Ridge." Wen Moyin said it casually, but Cen Ji was uneasy.
Neither of these options is something he is unwilling to do.
Wen Moyin held Cen Ji's hand tightly, "Seventh Brother, shall we get married?"
"Seventh Brother, I know you don't want to be the hermit of Kongshan. I'm willing to leave Kongshan Ridge with you and live a secluded life in the mountains, okay?"
"...Is that okay?"
Cen Ji was so overwhelmed by the questions that he felt a little breathless.
How could he refuse? Hadn't he always dreamed of marrying a gentle and virtuous wife like Wen Moyin? Now that she had set aside her pride and power to personally ask him to marry her, what reason did he have to refuse?
"……good."
A simple word can be a promise for a lifetime.
Wen Moyin knew that she was finally going to receive this promise.
She lay quietly on Cen Ji's body, and smiled.
She didn't see that at that moment, Cen Ji was staring blankly out the window, where a wild camellia was blooming in the garden, proud and lonely.
two,
September is not yet over, and the verdant mountains and ridges have already aged.
Cen Ji sat on the mountaintop, his black outer garment billowing in the wind.
He leaned against the rocks, looked up, and his eyes stung from the wind.
In the vast sky, a crescent moon hangs low, like a pair of sorrowful brows, too painful to look at.
There are only three days left until his wedding with Wen Moyin.
Life went on smoothly and quietly, like a mountain stream that never stops flowing.
Since the day before yesterday, many people have been arriving at Kongshanling to offer their congratulations, and the guest rooms are already in high demand. Invitations to Kongshanling are falling down the mountain like snowflakes; I wonder if one of them will drift into Qingluan Forest?
Cen Ji thought of getting up and realized that his right leg had been bent for too long and was a little stiff.
He reached out to steady the rocks behind him, but instead grasped a pair of soft, warm hands.
He turned around, and in the moonlight, Wen Moyin stood silently behind him. Even the breeze blowing around her seemed to soften.
“Moyin.” Cen Ji was not surprised. He stood up, very slowly, very slowly.
"Seventh Brother." Wen Moyin paused, as if he couldn't make up his mind about something.
"What's wrong?" Cen Ji rarely saw this expression on Wen Moyin's face.
Wen Moyin pursed her lips and said, "It's nothing. We have guests from Kongshan Ridge."
Kongshan Ridge has been receiving a steady stream of visitors for days. What's so strange about that? Cen Ji smiled faintly: "Yes, thank you for your hard work."
Wen Moyin turned her face away, silently rejecting the insurmountable distance conveyed in Cen Ji's words.
Don't you want to know who's here?
Cen Ji said, "No matter who comes, we'll see them all on the wedding day."
Wen Moyin turned around and said, "Okay."
After a brief silence, she said again, "Let's go back, Seventh Brother."
Cen Ji hummed in agreement and followed Wen Moyin back.
A gust of wind blew by, and the silence was somewhat chilly.
During the month he was bedridden, he always felt inexplicably cold.
Despite it being late summer and early autumn, Wen Moyin asked for an extra blanket and even lit a fire in the stove, but he still desperately curled up. He felt the blood in his body, as it flowed, cooling down until it congealed.
Wen Moyin's eyes weren't looking at him, but her heart was always with him.
"Seventh Brother, don't you want to marry me?"
Cen Ji asked, "Why do you say that?"
Wen Moyin's eyes darkened. What a terrible answer. She spread her fingers, then clenched them tightly again.
My palm was empty.
Wen Moyin's forlorn expression made Cen Ji feel a little sorry for her, so he changed the subject: "Didn't you say you had a guest? I wonder who it is?"
Wen Moyin said, "Didn't you just say you didn't want to know?"
Cen Ji could only say, "I just suddenly became curious."
Wen Moyin said, "Then suddenly I don't want to tell you anymore."
Desolate and helpless.
Wen Moyin smiled as she looked at his helpless expression: "She is my junior sister, Ban Lan."
After she finished speaking, her smile was as fleeting as a shooting star, vanishing abruptly as her words fell to the ground.
three,
When I saw Banlan, He Bi was standing next to her.
Why wear a snow-white long gown, which makes Banlan's crimson dress look like a winter plum blossom in the snow?