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On the second day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, such a news spread in the streets and alleys.
?Last night, Qingliang Villa was burned in a fire, and even the owner of the villa was killed in the flames.
And it is said that the well-known Tingyu Tower showed its style in this banquet, Mr. Murong even drew a magnificent picture of the banquet for it, but it is a pity that he has already gone west, this picture Even if it is a masterpiece, it can be said to be priceless, and there is no market for it.
Master Cao Fang ordered people to carefully frame it and hang it in the center of the hall of Lelou.
He argued with Wen Qian for several days, and his mouth was almost worn out, and finally he didn't let her take the painting to Old Madam Tang's grave and burn it.
After the fire that day, Wen Qian returned to the villa again and carefully collected the ashes of Tangpo and Lao Changsui. However, since Murong Hongwen held onto him until his death, it was a waste of effort to separate the two of them.
Together with Yang Jin, she buried the two old people together outside Guangling City, in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and crabapple flowers were planted around it. But she doesn't know flowers, so she can't grow crabapples that bloom all the year round. She can only wait for the flowering period next year to see the bright appearance everywhere.
Everyone in the music workshop paid homage in front of the grave one by one. Water and freshly picked begonias were placed beside the tombstone. Looking around, the bright colors bloomed with vitality.
Although the flower seeds have just been sown and have not yet germinated, it seems that it has bloomed once this year.
As for the wound on Wen Qian's face.
Without any suspense, she was scolded bloody by Lou Yan as soon as she returned to Lefang.
From the foot injury to the face injury, I really got worse and worse.
Dr. Lou was so angry that she couldn't lift her head after reading so many fragments, and because she was wronged, Wen Qian had to sit on the couch obediently and listen to the training.
People who have read books are different. After teaching her for two hours, she took the trouble to dig out old master Confucius and old master Meng from the coffin and took turns throwing her face. The chair continued.
In this way, Wen Qian began his long life of recuperating from injuries.
During this period, Yang Jin asked Jin Yiwei to send a few bottles of plaster - this was what he had promised her before, but without exception, Lou Yan didn't even look at it, just said "what the hell" and then cruelly threw them all away. out the window.
It rained for ten consecutive days. On the Double Ninth Festival, when the rain was just beginning to clear, Wen Qian changed into a long silver-red dress and an ivory white shirt. On the high platform, dance at the feet of the tune.
At this time, the music hall became famous because of the last pen of "Mr. Guihong". There were many spectators and many guests. It swept away the previous bleakness and became prosperous again.
And what she danced was no longer the sad "Bright Moon and Autumn Frost" nor the majestic and powerful "Broken Song". , eyes full of waves.
Yang Jin and Shi Baichuan walked into the music hall, looked at her, and chose a secluded place to sit down.
Wen Qian met his eyes, as if she had just noticed his arrival, a smile spread on her lips, she turned around with a smile like a flower, and raised her eyebrows at him and winked.
This time, the scene immediately exploded.
"Wen Miss Wen was smiling at me just now! Did you see, she was smiling at me!"
"But pull it down, she is looking at the east side, and you are looking at the west side, what kind of eyes are there! That is obviously smiling at me!"
"Aren't you talking nonsense, you are also in the west!"
There was a lot of noise all around, but the person concerned seemed to turn a deaf ear to it, his eyes still stayed on this place, and his brows were full of spirits.
It was rare for her to dance so happily, as if affected by her joy, even Yang Jin smiled for no reason, and casually picked up the teacup.
"Xiao Chuan."
"Hey." Shi Baichuan just picked up a piece of pastry.
He looked at the stage and asked casually, "Do you think she looks like an animal?"
"What animal?" Shi Baichuan took a bite in confusion, and then stared at Wen Qian more intently after hearing about it.
Yang Jin didn't seem to be expecting his answer either. He lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea, with a smile in his voice: "Vox."
"" Shi Baichuan was stunned for a long time, and turned to look at him with the pastry in his mouth, probably wondering if he was joking.
The song ended, and soon, the vixen came towards them.
But short"Miss Wen." He frowned slightly, "The crisis in Lefang has long been resolved, and you don't have anything to ask of me. You don't have to do this anymore, do you?"
Yuan was still at a loss, but when he saw his serious face, Wen Qian suddenly became narrow-minded, and leaned against him on tiptoe, with a soft voice, "So, what's the matter? You're so sure, I have no intention of being nice to you? "
She touched his palm, and then interlaced her fingers.
"Then what if I'm serious?"
Yang Jin's eyes froze for a moment, and his breathing stopped almost instantly.
The peddler beside him looked at him with envy.
Wen Qian then smiled more frivolously, "Why, are you afraid that I will fall for you?"
"I'm not bragging. Those who want to marry me in the whole Guangling City must be counted to more than one hundred. This doesn't count Yangzhou and Hangzhou. If you count all of Jiangnan, a music workshop may not be able to accommodate it."
She seemed to be quite proud, but Yang Jin didn't say anything, he just looked at her expression steadily, and after a while, he smiled as if there was nothing, and didn't take it seriously.
Seeing that he didn't accept the move, Wen Qian was not used to it, so she simply leaned on his chest, resting her chin with one hand, caressing his heart with the other, teasingly said: "You are flattered? Are you worried that you won't be good enough for me?"
"Actually, Mr. Yang, you are not bad" She slid her finger from Yang Jin's brow to chin like a mischief, "Well, the facial features are correct, handsome and clean Hey, there are dimples. The figure is not bad"
As he spoke, he touched his waist. The muscles under the robe were tight and strong. He was just talking casually, but he didn't expect the touch to be surprisingly good, so he simply probed inside.
Yang Jin didn't stop her, and suddenly lowered his head and chuckled, just when Wen Qian realized that this person had changed his temper today, he pulled his forearm by him, and walked forward without any explanation.
"Hey, what are you doing"
Before the protest was over, she was already in the alley, and he held her wrist and pressed it against the wall next to her ear.
The deep alley is narrow and long, and the maple leaves above cover the sky and the sun, making it dim and unclear.
The tall figure cast down almost completely covered her, his eyelids were lowered and drooped, and he was actually a little more dangerous than before.
Wen Qian was slightly taken aback, only to see Yang Jin's half-smile, "Wen Qian, I'm still a man after all, I'm not afraid of you provoking me again and again"
He gradually approached, with a cold and threatening tone, and finished the following words word by word, "Are you burning yourself?"
The strength on the arm was irresistible, but if she broke free at this moment, she always felt that she couldn't get rid of her face.
While hesitating, warm breath came to her cheeks. Yang Jin was looking down at her with calm eyes, but it was his calmness that made her panic for no reason.
In the line of sight, the lips that are neither thin nor thick have already moved closer to her, getting closer and closer, even so close that the lines and clear lip lines on the lips can be seen clearly.
She saw Yang Jin tilt his head slightly with his hot breath on his forehead, and his lips parted slightly, as if he was about to enclose it.
The tips of the noses touched each other inadvertently, and just when he vaguely felt the cool temperature on his lips, Wen Qian turned around to avoid him, using a little skill to break free from his arms, and did not retreat too far, only twisting her hair a few steps away. Look at him with a smile.
"Hey, take it seriously as a joke, Mr. Yang, it's boring if you're like this."
? Yang Jin was not annoyed when he heard the words, he just leaned against the wall with his arms in his arms, imitating her tone, "Ah, is that so?"
Wen Qian was bored, threw away Qingsi and turned around, "I'm not playing anymore, it's all your fault for wasting time dawdling around. If you don't go, it will be time."
As he spoke, he walked around him.
Yang Jin looked sideways at her back, thinking amusedly and helplessly in his heart: It seems that she is not completely unafraid.
Thinking of this, he casually touched his hot earlobe, and followed behind Wen Qian. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com