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Chapter 82

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    Wen Qian could feel that Yang Jin trembled suddenly when he heard the news, he quickly changed his clothes and followed Yang Jian out the door.

    I don't know if it's because I was too worried, or because I haven't woken up yet, before I left, I didn't even have time to say goodbye.

    The chilling atmosphere in the court hall finally spread to the peaceful and peaceful inner house, and the entire Yang family fell silent in a tacit understanding. The voices of the maids joking and laughing in the past suddenly disappeared, replaced by the endless chirping of insects in Mayday.

    Wen Qian was sitting in front of the door resting her chin to bask in the sun. Not far away, Lang Xu was burying her head in making a kite. She stared at it for a while, then suddenly got up and walked outside.

    The outside of the Taiqing Palace was still deserted, and the Taoist boy who was sweeping was no longer seen. Wen Qian went forward and knocked on the door.

    After a while, a head squeezed out from the crack of the door.

    "Our real people have entered the palace, the girl can come back another day."

    After finishing speaking, he covered it with a bang.

    Wen Qian ate the door shut, stood there for a while, and then walked away slowly.  She was walking on the long streets of Beijing, looking aimlessly at the peddlers around.

    At this moment, for some reason, without warning, the address that Yang Jin gave to her not long ago came to mind, so she involuntarily quickened her pace and walked in from a certain alley in her memory.

    The depths of the alley are winding and winding, and the moss is spread on the stone wall in a patchwork pattern, which is warm and green by the sun, and is lovely and bright.

    Wen Qian held up the hem of her skirt, walked all the way and looked around.

    In the quiet alley, there are women sitting under the steps washing clothes, a carpenter repairing a low stool with a broken leg, and children squatting down to tease wild cats.

    Probably around the corner, she saw a familiar face.

    I haven't seen her for a few years, she still seems to be the same, but she is not so eye-catching after the charm fades away.  Sitting on a small stool and mending clothes in the bright sunshine, she was dressed in a commoner thorn hairpin, just like the women you can see everywhere on the street.

    Perhaps when she heard the sound, Bai Sanniang raised her head, and saw the man with outstanding posture in the brilliant light. She was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on her lips.

    "Xiao Qian."

    Bai Sanniang moved a stool from the room for her to sit on, and the master and apprentice chatted in the room.

    She came out of Yunshao Mansion three years ago, married a musician in the teaching workshop, and the two of them settled here together.

    Sanniang filled Wen Qian with a pot of boiled tea, and said with a smile, "I don't have any good tea in hand, so just eat it."

    Although the house is small, it is really warm. From time to time, neighbors passing by greet her with kind words. She should be living well.

    Wen Qian held the teacup and looked around for a week, then asked, "What about him?"

    "He went to teach." Sanniang replied, sipping tea, "It's a small school at Long'an Temple in Chongbeifang, and there are quite a lot of people."

    "Is life going well?" she asked.

    "It's okay, I can also do some small jobs, and it's no problem to subsidize the family."

    Bai Sanniang's health is not very good, so they haven't had a child so far, Wen Qian spread the trivialities of these years in front of her like beans.

    Speaking of the crisis in Lefang, the passing of Tang Po, and my injured leg

    Even though many things have been mentioned in the letter, she never tires of repeating them, because it has been a long time since no one has been able to listen to her complaining about those grievances and unwillingness like this.

    The sun poured into the house, illuminating the fine dust floating in the air very clearly.

    Although Bai Sanniang left the band long ago, the pipa and Yaoqin that she used to use in the past were still hanging on the wall. Wen Qian took them down with confidence and stroked the strings with her fingertips.

    The surface is spotless, she should be very concerned about these old friends.

    "Is master still practicing the piano?" Wen Qian handed over the pipa, wanting her to teach him as before, but she shook her head and declined politely.

    "I haven't touched the temperament for a long time, and I can't play any valuable pieces now. You pick one that you are good at, and I will just listen to it."

    When Wen Qian finished her words, she just pondered for a while, and her slender fingers had already plucked the strings.

    The pipa that has not opened its voice for a long time is like a person who has just woken up from a big dream, letting out a faint sigh.

    Wen Qian has always been strong and arrogant, and has always liked those majestic and powerful music, but today, for the first time, she picked up a calm and steady tune.

    The melody beating in the wind and the long songWith a cold face, he said: "The speaker who played in the morning must be someone from Cao Kaiyang. This old eunuch rushed to clear himself up so quicklyFather, you don't have to worry about it. His evidence is full of loopholes, nothing to be afraid of."

    The son is still too young, Yang Ge let go of his hands on the chair, his voice was full of tiredness, "This matter is not as simple as you think."

    Yang Jin didn't quite understand: "It's just that if a traitor is in power, can a villain succeed? What else can there be?"

    "If that's the case, then it's easier to handle. I'm afraid that those who are waiting to reap the benefits are not traitors or villains." Yang Jian put his arms on his knees, lowered his head and murmured, "You have never experienced Jing Nan,  If you haven¡¯t experienced the end of Jianyuan and the beginning of Chengming, you don¡¯t know what kind of person you are today.¡±

    Emperor Chengming was an emperor who was born in the flames of war. After two dynasties, he pretended to be crazy, sold foolishly and bleed.  Taoist priests play with the faint king between applause.

    It's a pity that their generation lives in a peaceful and prosperous age, and it's hard to understand it no matter how much they say.

    "Forget it, don't think too much" Yang Jian propped his chin in thought for a moment, and ordered, "Go and find out the identity of that Qingxuan Daoist, I want to know his origin."

    Yang Jin: ""

    He secretly bit his lower lip, and nodded unnaturally.

    *

    The end of Xinkaidao Street is as deserted as usual, and the sun has gradually set to the west.

    This is the third time Wenqian knocked on the door of Taiqing Palace, and without exception, she got an answer that Xiao Daotong didn't even bother to change¡ª¡ª

    "Our real person is not here, girl, come another day."

    The door closed with a bang.

    Wen Qian took a deep breath in the orange dusk, raised her eyes coldly and looked at the height of the wall.

    Since her leg was injured, she hadn't done this kind of jumping up and down for a long time, and the blood on her forehead almost boiled into a raging fire in the perfunctory words of the Taoist boy. She immediately rolled up her sleeves and leaned against the brick wall  The raised part jumped up and climbed.

    Because the last time it went smoothly, Xiao Daotong didn't take Wen Qian to heart, and just held the broom and watched the ants move by the flower bed. He never expected that at the moment when he was distracted, someone jumped from the eaves  He came down so frightened that he nearly hit the doorpost.

    As soon as Wen Qian landed on the ground, he felt a piercing pain in his ankle.

    She scolded the eighteenth generation of Lou Yan's ancestors in her heart, and she didn't mind scolding herself at all.

    "Gu, girl, I told you that the real person is not here, how could you trespass"

    Xiao Daotong panicked and wanted to come up to stop her, but Wen Qian walked aggressively, slapped him away and said "Get out", and then strode inward.

    She found the small study room exactly along the road she had traveled before. At this time, Wen Qian was basically limping forward with one leg, and her momentum was a bit compromised, but she did not  Not caring, he raised his hand and pushed open the door in front of him.

    Lou Yan is indeed here.

    He was sitting at the table reading a book, and was startled by the sudden noise. He saw her in a blink of an eye, was obviously startled, and then frowned, "Why are your legs"

    Before the word "ha" could be uttered, she interrupted it with a slap across the face.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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