身體甫一被擁抱，季玖便不由自主的僵硬起來，腦中雖無厭惡，身體卻潛意識的記錄了伊墨曾在無數夜晚給他的傷害與恥辱。他不受控制地僵持在原地，硬生生戳在那裡，像一根繃的筆直的刺，刺他人，也刺自己。伊墨的手臂明顯地滯了一下，而後更緊的將他擁進懷裡。
季玖還是一動不動的，像是失去了反抗或走開的能力，伊墨撫著他的後頸，讓他偎在自己肩頭，手又回到原地，箍著他的腰身，壓著他的後背。用了一個不容拒絕的姿勢，將人安置在自己身前，最後，這個姿勢凝固下來，再也沒有動過分毫。
便是這樣一個讓光陰都凝滯的擁抱，季玖僵硬的肌肉略微活泛了些，在他懷裡的肢體有了軟化的跡象，待整個身體都放鬆過後，季玖若有若無的歎了一聲。於是伊墨動了，他輕側過臉，涼薄的唇在他的臉頰上一掠而過，與其說是親吻，不若說那是微風拂過花朵。
季玖眨了眨眼，卻覺得這樣的碰觸似幻似真，甚至無從分辨究竟有沒有存在過，望著伊墨，眼裡有了些懵懂。
像是要證實什麼似的，伊墨又親過去，仍舊是嘴唇輕擦而過，而後立即收回，謹慎地望著他。
季玖眼睛睜得大大的，在那謹慎審視的視線裡，身體往後躲了躲，似乎是退卻，腰卻被箍的死緊，無處可退，只能向後仰起。伊墨往前傾一分，他便往後仰去兩分，那身雪白中衣連綴著延綿的月光，後仰的胸膛與被迫固定的腰肢都伸展出一道月華淋漓的美妙弧度，這幕景象在伊墨眼底，無比的朗潤生動，每一寸甚至風中揚起的髮絲都在鮮活跳動。
伊墨說：“季玖。”
季玖仰望著上方的人，呼吸都淩亂了，聞他喚自己，卻做不出任何回應來，只是那樣看著，望著，凝視著對方微亮又深邃的眼。
伊墨傾著身，穩穩地攬著他的腰，認真甚至嚴肅地說：“季玖，你要摔了。”
季玖猛地回過神，一扭頭才發現自己離地面不過咫尺，連忙使了腰力要起來，卻被伊墨壓著。季玖突地紅了臉，抬手抓住了他的肩頭，死死掐住，沉著嗓子道：“你故意的！”
伊墨不否認，也不承認，眼底笑意閃過，被季玖眼明手快逮個正著。季玖掐著他的肩，奮力站起，而後通紅著臉瞪他，伊墨被瞪著，也是一番老神在在。季玖想半天也沒想出法子來制他，呆了半天，掉頭就走。走了幾步，猛地頓下來，也不折身，便在那清明月色下弧度很大的抬起手腕，擦拭著自己剛剛被親過的臉，一下，兩下，三下，動作幅度拉的讓身後人顯而易見他在做什麼，三下擦完，繼續往前，轉過院門，雪白身影消失在門外。
伊墨呆站在原地，望著那人影已消失的小路，望了好一會才轉過身，仿佛喃喃自語的沖躲在屋裡看戲的小寶嘮叨一句：“他變壞了。”
小寶連忙垂下頭認真端詳自己腳尖，免得笑聲溜出來，憋了好一陣才低低道：“您也好不到哪裡去。”
伊墨“哦”了一聲，就不見了。
季玖通紅著臉，也不知被捉弄的氣的還是怎的，匆匆回到書房，剛推開房門，便覺得屋中有人，微愣過後問道：“是夫人？”
話一落音，就有人亮了火撚子，娉婷身姿移到桌前，燃亮了案上燈燭，而後折過身，遠遠看著他行了禮，低喚一聲：“夫君。”
季玖在門檻處站了片刻，就走了過去，夫妻二人在一盞燈燭的暗淡光線裡望瞭望，季玖取過架子上的斗篷給她圍上，問：“這麼晚，如何還不歇息？”
女子攏緊了身上斗篷，像是怕冷似的，坐下了，坐下後又攏了攏斗篷，待將自己裹嚴實了，才抬起臉低語道：“剛剛來尋夫君，夫君不在，妾身就去了別院……那院子裡風景……當真是獨好。”聲音低微下去，幾乎無聲。
季玖原還有血色的臉，倏然蒼白。
“夫君。”女子喚了一聲，往日柔情滿滿的眼中多了幾分犀利，“夫君可曾看到？”
季玖站在桌前，定神後回道：“看到什麼？”
“自然是看到斷袖之風，龍陽之癖！”女子脆脆應聲，語氣是從未有過的尖利。
季玖一時不能適應這樣的她，便不說話了。
女子垂下頭，自知語氣過了，連忙緩了緩才道：“那年遊園歸來，夫君拒了相國千金，娶了我這樣小門戶家的女兒，一時間流言四起，鬧的滿城風雨。妾身也不曾問過，今日想問問夫君，為何不娶相國家的金枝玉葉，卻偏要娶我？”
季玖略皺了一下眉，答道：“哪有為什麼，娶你自然是想娶你。”
女子笑了笑，“夫君撒謊。”
“嗯？”
“夫君曾說過，與相國絕不可言和。季家昌盛一日，就要與他對立一日。”女子道：“夫君是擔心與相國的女兒成親，引來禍事。更因為夫君狂傲，他們的議論夫君看不上，偏要做給他們看，所以不顧阻攔，執意娶我。”
季玖挑了一下眉，雖不點頭，卻也不曾搖頭。事實上確實如此，皇帝在朝，下面朝野分成兩大黨系，互相對抗，皇帝高高在上地看著，並不擔憂，只需握好尺度，照樣國泰民安。若是手握重兵的季家與陳相國結了親，兩派合為一党，君王就會寢食難安，那時兩家都逃不掉一場血洗。所以他當年拒了陳家親事，只娶了一個名不經傳，小戶人家的女兒。
雖是小戶人家，祖上也曾是官宦貴族，可惜後來敗落了，守著一座荒陋的老宅，過著清貧日子。他執意將她娶到家來，雖被人議論門戶不當，也不覺得有甚不好。怕人議論，他就不是季玖。這番姿態就是要做出來，做給那些該看的人看——他季玖寧娶小家碧玉，不娶相國千金！從此季陳兩家的舊怨上又添一筆新仇，皇帝得聞此事心裡是高興的，甚至還出來圓場，親自給陳家小姐指婚，又賜了好些禮，陳家一場婚宴辦的無限風光。
比起季玖迎娶那日簡單的婚宴、新婦一家勉強湊出的十抬嫁妝，不知風光了多少倍。
季玖想起往事，神色鬆弛了些，露出一絲笑意。婦人看了，也笑了一下，低聲道：“妾身眼裡的夫君，是頂天立地的，無畏無懼，遑論流言蜚語？而今，夫君也要用當年娶我的氣勢，向天下人宣告——季將軍從此斷袖了嗎？！”說到此處她的語氣加重，出離憤怒。
“成親三年，妾身說過，若夫君在外寂寞，看上誰家女兒，只需言語一聲，妾身絕不阻攔，讓她在夫君身旁好生伺候，往後回到家來，妾身也必待她如親姊妹。是夫君不要，且不准再提。”夫人站起身，一字一句道：“若夫君真心喜歡，就是十個八個娶回家來，妾身也一一好生相待，保家中安穩，讓夫君無憂。可那是男子，妾身如何讓他入駐內院？如何待他如姐妹？如何帶他面對親友？如何領他祭拜祖宗？！”
最後一句，幾乎是歇斯底里，攥著絹帕的手指，根根泛著白，那絲綢的翠藍絹帕，硬生生被攥出折痕來。
季玖一動不動地站著。
他的臉上無絲毫表情，只是站著，如磐石，仍由風吹雨打，也不動彈分毫。
在夫人的暴怒前，他的平靜顯得詭譎而叵測，眼底一片幽深，如萬年寒潭的眸子，將夫人的憤怒與激烈盡收眼底，且無分毫回應。
女子在這樣詭異的平靜面前，突然失了聲，暴怒宣洩過後，剩下的是對這個冰冷岩石一樣男人的畏懼。她敬他，至始至終。一如她愛他。
他們之間，是先從敬，轉而成愛的。
一旦遇到事情，最後總是敬畏占了上風。
不知多久，桌上燈花爆了一聲，“嗶剝”一下，在死寂的空氣裡驟然振聾發聵。夫人驚駭了一下，對上那雙黑暗無比的眸子，下意識地喚道：“夫君？”
季玖望著她，臉上依然平靜，心底其實早已掀起巨浪，卻恰恰是因為浪頭太大，將他迎面澆了個濕透，所以才愈發平靜起來。
“夫人。”季玖終於出聲，嗓音因為長久的沉默而略微幹啞，淡淡道：“你想太多了。”
夫人愣了一下。
“今晚你看見了什麼？”季玖轉開視線，望向桌上靜默燃燒的火苗，低語道：“今晚我一直在房裡，哪裡也沒去。”
夫人還是愣在當場，並未出言。
“天寒了，你來給我送鮮湯，剛來而已。”季玖掃了眼桌上已涼透的瓷碗，微微一笑，“你，什麼都沒有看見。”
轉過臉，他重新對上女子的視線，語氣加重，既是承諾，亦帶了含蓄的慍怒，“你來講了一個故事。那是個荒誕的故事，不可能發生。什麼也沒有發生，夫人明白了嗎？”他的語氣，著重在“明白”二字上。
夫人回過神，轉念便已經聽得清楚，略頓，頷首道：“明白。”又道：“夫君這樣說，妾身就放心了。”
“夜深了，夫人回去歇息。”季玖說，語氣是安然的，淡如白水，陳述且不帶關切，不容拒絕與商討。
夫人站了站，轉身收了桌上瓷碗，輕聲道：“夫君既然喝了湯，也早些歇息吧。”
門打開，又合上。夫人在門外潑了碗中涼透的鮮湯，那一聲潑水的微響，仿佛在提醒屋內那人，說出去的話如潑出去的水，既答應了，便要做到。
季玖關好門窗，面無表情的重新上榻，被子剛剛蓋好，床邊就站了一人，身影投在床幃上，黑黑長長的一道。
季玖閉上眼，平平靜靜的給了兩個字：出去。
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his body was hugged, Ji Jiu stiffened involuntarily. Although he had no disgust in his mind, his body subconsciously recorded the hurt and humiliation Yi Mo had given him on countless nights. He froze in place uncontrollably, sticking there like a straight thorn, stabbing others and himself. Yi Mo’s arms obviously hesitated for a moment, and then he hugged him tighter .
Ji Jiu was still motionless, as if he had lost the ability to resist or walk away. Yi Mo stroked the back of his neck and let him lean on his shoulder. His hand returned to its original position, holding his waist and pressing his back. He used an undeniable gesture to place the man in front of him. Finally, this gesture solidified and never moved again.
It was such a time-freezing hug that Ji Jiu’s stiff muscles became slightly more active, and the limbs in his arms showed signs of softening. After his whole body relaxed, Ji Jiu sighed faintly. Then Yi Mo moved, he turned his face slightly , and his cool lips brushed across his cheek. It was more like a breeze blowing over flowers than a kiss.
Ji Jiu blinked, but felt that this touch was like a dream or reality, and he couldn’t even tell whether it existed or not. Looking at Yi Mo, there was some confusion in his eyes.
As if to confirm something, Yi Mo kissed him again, still with his lips lightly brushing against his, and then immediately withdrew his kiss and looked at him cautiously.
Ji Jiu’s eyes were wide open. In the cautious scrutiny, he dodged backwards, as if retreating, but his waist was tightly bound. He had nowhere to retreat, so he could only lean back. When Yi Mo leaned forward, he leaned back two points. His snow-white middle garment was adorned with the endless moonlight. His leaning back chest and his waist, which were forced to be fixed, stretched out a beautiful arc of the moonlight. In Yi Mo’s eyes, this scene was extremely bright and vivid. Every inch of his hair, even the hair that was blown in the wind, was dancing vividly.
Yi Mo said: “Ji Jiu."
Ji Jiu looked up at the person above him, his breathing became disordered. He heard him calling him , but he could not make any response. He just looked at him, staring into the other’s bright and deep eyes.
Yi Mo leaned forward, put his arm around his waist firmly, and said seriously, “Ji Jiu, you’re going to fall."
Ji Jiu suddenly came to his senses, turned his head and found that he was only a few feet from the ground. He quickly used his waist strength to get up, but was pressed down by Yi Mo. Ji Jiu’s face suddenly turned red, raised his hand to grab his shoulder, pinched it tightly, and said in a deep voice: “You did it on purpose!"
Yi Mo neither denied nor admitted it, a smile flashed in his eyes, but Ji Jiu caught it with his quick eyes and hands. Ji Jiu pinched his shoulder, stood up with all his strength, and then glared at him with a red face. Yi Mo was stared at, but he was also calm . Ji Jiu thought for a long time but couldn’t think of a way to control him. After a long while, he turned around and left. He walked a few steps, suddenly stopped, and without turning around, he raised his wrist in a large arc under the clear moonlight, and wiped his face that had just been kissed, once, twice, three times, the amplitude of the movement was so large that the people behind him could clearly see what he was doing. After wiping three times, he continued to move forward, turned around the courtyard gate, and the snow-white figure disappeared outside the door.
Yi Mo stood there blankly, looking at the path where the figure had disappeared. He looked for a long time before turning around and muttering to Xiao Bao who was hiding in the house watching the show, “He has become bad."
Xiao Bao quickly lowered his head and carefully looked at his toes to prevent himself from laughing. He held back his laughter for a long time before whispering, “You’re not much better."
Yi Mo said “Oh" and disappeared.
Ji Jiu’s face was red, and he didn’t know whether he was angry because he was teased or something else. He hurried back to the study. As soon as he opened the door, he felt someone in the room. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, “Is it Madam?"
As soon as the words fell, someone lit a wick, and gracefully moved to the table, lit the candle on the table, then turned around, looked at him from a distance, bowed, and called out softly, “Husband."
Ji Jiu stood at the threshold for a moment, then walked over. The couple looked at each other in the dim light of a candle. Ji Jiu took the cloak from the shelf and put it on her, asking, “It’s so late, why don’t you rest?"
The woman pulled her cloak tighter around her, as if she was afraid of the cold, and sat down. After sitting down, she pulled the cloak closer to her body. After wrapping herself tightly, she raised her face and whispered, “I just came to look for my husband, but he was not there, so I went to the other courtyard… The scenery in that courtyard… is really unique." Her voice became lower and lower, almost silent.
Ji Jiuyuan ‘s face, which still had color, suddenly turned pale.
“Husband." The woman called out, her eyes, which were usually full of tenderness, now had a bit more sharpness. “Husband, have you seen it?"
Ji Jiu stood in front of the table, and after calming down, he replied: “What did you see?"
“Of course I saw the gay style and the Longyang habit!" The woman responded crisply, her tone sharper than ever before.
Ji Jiu couldn’t adapt to her like this for a moment , so he stopped talking.
The woman lowered her head, knowing that she had said too much, and quickly slowed down before saying, “When we returned from the garden that year, my husband rejected the daughter of the prime minister and married a daughter from a small family like me. Rumors spread everywhere and the whole city was in turmoil. I never asked, but today I want to ask my husband, why didn’t he marry the daughter of the prime minister, but married me?"
Ji Jiu frowned slightly and replied, “Why not? I want to marry you because I want to marry you."
The woman smiled and said, “My husband lied."
“Um?"
“My husband once said that we must never make peace with the Prime Minister. As long as the Ji family prospers, we will oppose him." The woman said, “My husband is worried that marrying the Prime Minister’s daughter will bring disaster. Moreover, because my husband is arrogant, he doesn’t like their talk, so he wants to do it for them to see, so he insists on marrying me despite the resistance."
Ji Jiu raised his eyebrows, and although he did not nod, he did not shake his head either. In fact, it was true. The emperor was in power, and the court and the opposition were divided into two major factions, fighting each other. The emperor was watching from a high position, not worried. As long as he grasped the right measure, the country would still be peaceful and the people would be safe. If the Ji family, which held a large number of troops, married Chen Xiangguo, the two factions would become one party, and the emperor would be unable to sleep and eat, and then both families would not be able to escape a bloodbath. So he rejected the Chen family’s marriage proposal and only married the daughter of a small family who was unknown .
Although they were from a small family, their ancestors had been officials and nobles, but unfortunately they fell into poverty and lived in a dilapidated old house. He insisted on marrying her home, and although people talked about his improper family background, he didn’t think it was a bad thing. If he was afraid of people’s talk, he would not be Ji Jiu. He had to show this attitude to those who should see it – he, Ji Jiu, would rather marry a beautiful girl from a humble family than the daughter of a prime minister! From then on, a new hatred was added to the old grudge between the Ji and Chen families. The emperor was happy to hear about this, and even came out to smooth things over. He personally arranged a marriage for the young lady of the Chen family and gave her many gifts. The Chen family held a magnificent wedding banquet.
Compared with the simple wedding banquet on the day Ji Jiu got married and the ten loads of dowry that the bride’s family could barely scrape together, this was so much more magnificent .
Ji Jiu thought of the past, his expression relaxed a little, and he smiled. The woman looked at him, smiled too, and whispered: “In my eyes, my husband is a man of integrity, fearless, not to mention rumors? Now, my husband is going to use the momentum he showed when he married me to announce to the world – General Ji is no longer a man?!" When she said this, her tone became heavier, and she was extremely angry.
“After three years of marriage, I have said that if you are lonely outside and you like a girl from another family, you only need to say a word and I will never stop you. I will let her serve you well and treat her like a sister when she comes home. If you don’t want it, don’t mention it again." Madam stood up and said word by word, “If you really like her, even if you marry ten or eight of them, I will treat them well and keep our family stable so that you don’t have to worry. But he is a man. How can I let him live in the inner courtyard? How can I treat him like a sister? How can I take him to face relatives and friends? How can I lead him to worship the ancestors?!"
The last sentence was almost hysterical. The fingers that were holding the handkerchief were all white, and the emerald blue silk handkerchief was creased by the force of the clenching.
Ji Jiu stood there motionless.
There was no expression on his face. He just stood there like a rock, not moving at all despite the wind and rain.
In the face of his wife’s rage, his calmness seemed strange and unpredictable, his eyes were deep, like a cold pond that had been cold for thousands of years , taking in all of his wife’s anger and intensity without any response.
The woman suddenly lost her voice in the face of such strange calmness. After venting her rage, what remained was fear of this cold, rock-like man. She respected him, from beginning to end, just as she loved him.
The relationship between them started with respect, and then turned into love.
Once something happens, awe always prevails in the end.
After an unknown amount of time, the lamp on the table popped with a “beep", which suddenly deafened the ears in the dead silence. The lady was startled for a moment, and when she met the pair of extremely dark eyes, she subconsciously called out, “Husband?"
Ji Jiu looked at her, his face still calm, but in fact his heart had already been stirred by huge waves. It was precisely because the waves were too big that soaked him to the face that he became calmer.
slightly hoarse due to the long silence , and said lightly: “You think too much."
The lady was stunned for a moment.
“What did you see tonight?" Ji Jiu turned his eyes away and looked at the flames burning silently on the table, whispering: “I stayed in the room the whole time tonight and didn’t go anywhere."
The lady remained there in a daze, not saying a word.
“It’s cold, you came to bring me some fresh soup, you just arrived." Ji Jiu glanced at the cold porcelain bowl on the table and smiled slightly, “You, didn’t see anything."
Turning his head, he met the woman’s gaze again, his tone heavier, which was both a promise and a hint of anger, “You told a story. It was an absurd story that could never have happened. Nothing happened, ma’am, do you understand?" His tone emphasized the word “understand".
The lady came back to her senses and heard it clearly. She paused for a moment, nodded and said, “I understand." She then said, “I feel relieved when my husband says so."
“It’s late, madam, go back and get some rest." Ji Jiu said, his tone calm and as light as water, stating the facts without any concern, and without room for refusal or discussion.
The lady stood for a moment, turned around to collect the porcelain bowl on the table, and said softly, “Since your husband has drunk the soup, you should rest early."
The door opened and closed again. The lady splashed the cold soup in the bowl outside the door. The sound of splashing water seemed to remind the person inside that once a word is spoken, it is like spilled water. Once a promise is made, it must be fulfilled.
bed with an expressionless face . Just as he covered himself with the quilt, a person stood beside the bed, and his shadow was cast on the bedspread, forming a long black line.
Ji Jiu closed his eyes and calmly said two words: Get out.
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