Chapter 680
Zhu Gang holds the contract and plots deeply, while Lin Miaoyin retreats to advance and
At this moment, the aroma of tea is wafting in the teahouse's private rooms, and the sunlight shines through the carved window lattices, casting mottled shadows.
Zhu Gang leaned back in his chair leisurely, his whole body exuding a leisurely and contented temperament.
There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if it was revealed inadvertently.
This smile is like a spring breeze, gently blowing across your face.
It seems gentle and harmless, but it has a hint of elusive meaning.
It seems that behind this faint smile, there are countless unknown thoughts hidden.
Zhu Gang tilted his head slightly and looked at Lin Miaoyin opposite him with interest.
The anticipation gleaming in his eyes was like that of an audience obsessed with a drama.
As the curtain slowly opened, his eyes were filled with desire for the exciting plot.
At this moment, he was completely immersed in this seemingly carefully choreographed drama.
Zhu Gang seemed to have already outlined various possible plot developments in his mind.
And Lin Miaoyin is undoubtedly the heroine of this drama.
He couldn't wait to see Lin Miaoyin's wonderful reaction, as if that would be the key to determining the outcome of this "drama".
In Zhu Gang's eyes, every subtle change in facial expression and every turn of tone are like wonderful performances on the stage.
He was intoxicated by it and couldn't extricate himself.
I am looking forward to how every action and every line of the heroine will promote the development of this invisible drama.
Zhu Gang took a sip of tea and said leisurely, "Madam Mao, this contract concerns the lifeblood of the Lin family bank. You must think carefully about it."
Lin Miaoyin only felt her heart suddenly tighten, as if she was instantly grasped by an invisible big hand.
My heart was beating wildly in my chest, as if it was about to burst through my chest.
She bit her lower lip subconsciously, knowing that she had to stay calm at this moment, otherwise she would be at a disadvantage in this invisible game.
So Lin Miaoyin slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
The breath flowed slowly into his nostrils, trying to calm his pounding heart a little.
However, how could the turmoil in one's heart be calmed down so easily?
After a moment, she slowly opened her eyes, with a gleam of determination in them.
Lin Miaoyin slowly stretched out her hands, which were white and slender as if they were carved from mutton-fat jade.
She was usually so elegant and calm, but at this moment she couldn't help but tremble slightly.
The trembling seemed to come from the depths of her soul, as if carrying an unspeakable heaviness, and every tremor revealed her inner entanglement and anxiety.
At this moment, Lin Miaoyin's eyes were fixed on the contract, as if being pulled by an invisible force.
There were complicated emotions intertwined in those eyes, like the rolling dark clouds in the sky before a storm.
There is hesitation about the unknown. After all, once the contract is signed, it is like embarking on a road of no return.
The various uncertainties in the future made her hesitate, and she was struggling between family responsibilities and personal wishes.
The fate of the family now hangs by a thread, and deep in his heart he is worried about the hidden intentions behind this contract, and even has a hint of determination.
Lin Miaoyin knew that as a member of the Lin family, she might have to make a difficult decision at this critical moment to fight for the continuation and future of the family. These emotions kept interweaving and colliding in Lin Miaoyin's eyes.
Her eyes were sometimes confused, sometimes determined, as if she was having a fierce inner struggle.
Thinking of this, Lin Miaoyin gently placed the contract on the table and said sincerely, "Third Prince, I know the importance of this contract.
It’s just that the Lin family bank has been passed down for many years, and I dare not make decisions on many matters without authorization.
I still need to discuss this with the elders of the clan, and I hope that His Highness the Third Prince can give me more time."
Zhu Gang leaned back in his chair, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly with a smile: "Okay, I will wait for Madam Mao's good news. I hope Madam Mao won't make me wait too long."
During this brief silence, the atmosphere in the teahouse's private room was like the calm sea before a storm.
Although it seems calm, there are undercurrents, making things subtle and tense.
The air seemed to be filled with an invisible and fine gauze, which brought a suffocating sense of oppression and tightly enveloped Zhu Gang and Lin Miaoyin.
This made every breath between them seem particularly clear.
The tea aroma that had been lingering in the private room, with its subtle fragrance and relaxing effect, now seemed to be ruthlessly suppressed by the sudden tense atmosphere.
The tea fragrance that rises and wafts in the air seems to be grasped by an invisible big hand. It becomes a little dull and lingers weakly in the small space.
The hustle and bustle of the city that is usually heard outside the window now seems to come from another distant world in this quiet and almost frozen private room.
The hawking sounds, the talking and laughing, the sounds of carriages and horses, these once familiar and vivid sounds now sound so vague and distant, as if separated by a thick barrier.
At this time, inside Kunning Palace.
The warm afternoon sun shines gently, and the light shines through the carved window lattices, painting a mottled picture of light and shadow on the ground.
King Zhu Su of Zhou was wearing plain and elegant casual clothes, the sleeves of his clothes fluttering slightly with his movements, and he looked calm and reserved.
At this moment, he was concentrating on taking the pulse of Empress Ma, who was lying on the couch.
Zhu Su was seen bending slightly, leaning forward, with his head slightly lowered, his eyes fixed on Empress Ma's slender and slightly weak wrist resting on the edge of the bed.
His eyes were focused, as if the only thing left in the world was the faint pulse beating under his fingertips.
With a solemn expression, Zhu Su tried to capture every subtle change in Empress Ma's physical condition from the pulse, which seemed normal but contained hidden mysteries.
Between Zhu Su's brows, worry was as thick as a dark cloud.
The two sword-like eyebrows were tightly twisted together, like two mountains facing each other.
The deep ravine in the middle was filled with deep concern about Empress Ma's illness.
His originally bright and gentle eyes were now covered with an indelible haze, revealing anxiety and concern.
It's like a huge rock is thrown into a calm lake, causing layers of uneasy ripples.
Empress Ma was a highly respected figure in the palace, like a stabilizing force. Her health condition not only maintained the peace and tranquility of the harem, but also had a significant impact on the entire court situation.
Zhu Su knew this very well, and this realization was like a huge rock, weighing heavily on his heart.
Zhu Yuanzhang, who was standing not far away, frowned and asked, "Old Fifth, aren't you the best at medicine?
Half a quarter of an hour has passed, why is there still no result?"
Upon hearing this, Empress Ma immediately began to persuade him, "Your Majesty, I think the reason why Su'er is so cautious is to avoid missed or misdiagnosed cases.
Perhaps it was because my illness was too difficult that the child was at a loss for words and didn’t know how to start talking. ” (End of this chapter)