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In the cold winter weather, lazy sleep has become a luxury, and without the quilt, the hands and feet are cold.
The sky outside the window was dim, Yang Jin turned over, and vaguely saw Wen Qian wearing a small coat, most of his back was shining outside, and he felt cold just looking at it.
He grabbed the robe at hand and put it on her, lying lazily on the inside, brushing a strand of hair.
"Why don't you sleep more?" Yang Jin peeped his head and looked more deeply, "It's not until Maoshi, what are you doing up?"
"I can't sleep anyway." Wen Qian turned out the makeup box, looked around in the mirror, and then greeted him, "Are you lazy? Don't blame me for not reminding you if you missed the court."
Yang Jin stretched his body slowly, and then put on his clothes and got out of bed to wash.
In the morning, Wen Qian sat in front of the dowry and applied powder, thrushes eyebrows, and wiped hand cream. Yang Jin washed his face, ate, and wiped his waist knife opposite her. In the end, she closed the lid and Yang Jin retracted the knife into its sheath almost at the same time. fall.
"Then I'm going out." He was fully dressed in official uniform, and when he was standing by the door, Wen Qian came forward to fasten the belt for him naturally.
Yang Jin asked casually: "What's your arrangement today? Go to the music workshop?"
"Today" Although her eyes were focused on his skirt, there was a hint of cunning in her eyes, "I'll go meet your brother."
He was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that she was still thinking about it, so he couldn't help laughing: "Haven't you suffered enough from yesterday?"
Wen Qian bared her teeth in displeasure, "The more you fight, the more courageous you are, haven't you heard of it?"
"I've only heard of quitting in spite of difficulties." After Yang Jin mocked lightly, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and hugged her, lowered his head to rest on her forehead, his tone softened.
"Then, stay at home and wait for me to come back."
"Um."
"If you are wronged, remember to tell me."
Wen Qian bumped his head on him amusedly, "Okay, it's really long-winded."
The 18-mile farewell finally came to an end at dawn, and after Yang Jin left home, Wen Qian packed up and planned to have breakfast. Even though Yang Qing was ordered to go to Beijing to take up his post, but look at it, the paperwork has not come down for a while, and he will probably stay at home for a while.
She was ready to fight a protracted battle, and walked towards the main hall with great vigor.
Their family Ah Jin has been bullied for so many years, and because of this, he was dispatched to Jinan and was beaten by the old man. Right now, he has to avenge his injustice, avenge his revenge, and get back some bargains.
The kitchen maid has just served breakfast.
Today's dishes look much milder than last night's. The old couple of Yang Ge ate rice porridge with some soft glutinous rice cakes. They raised their eyes to see her, and nodded to her to sit down.
Wen Qian looked around but didn't see Yang Qing, so she couldn't help being surprised: "Mother, where's the elder brother?"
Mrs. Yang replied casually, "Your brother hasn't woken up yet, he's asleep."
Still sleeping so late?
Wen Qian took the porridge bowl that was handed over, and stirred it absently, feeling like he was punching the cotton in frustration, so he had no choice but to feed his stomach first.
However, Yang Qing didn't show up until breakfast was over and the sun was high. Both she and Yang Jin were used to getting up early, so it was inevitable that they would feel bored after waiting for an hour without seeing anything.
In the middle of the morning, You Yue led the musicians and a few actors to come to her door. The county prince's mansion invited the band to celebrate the Lantern Festival to celebrate her birthday. The new song was originally said to be heard by Wen Qian today, but you can wait and see No one was seen, so You Yue could only take a trip by herself.
Wen Qian was busy fighting wits and courage with Yang Qing all night, and almost forgot about it.
In order not to disturb Mrs. Yang's quietness, she picked up a secluded place in the back garden, set up the music score and sat aside to listen.
This time, Prince Wen's Mansion is going to celebrate the old lady's 80th birthday. The opera and music are all lively and festive. The score was compiled by Wen Qian and Bai Sanniang together, using zither, pipa, cymbals and erhu. Knocking is very cheerful.
She laid out the pen and ink on the stone table, and when she heard something inconsistent, she picked up the pen and revised it on the score.
After all, they are relatives of the emperor, and the tone should not be too frivolous, so the prelude chose the erhu and flute to express emotions, but it had to enhance the atmosphere, so a zither and cymbals were added as a relaxed and lively embellishment.
Wen Qian scratched her face intentionally or unintentionally with the tip of the pen, but felt that something was missing while holding the sheet music. She shook the paper and frowned in thought. film.
After hearing Qian's shock, she heard a nonchalant voice.
"Heyis it so lively?"
She turned around suddenly,The official uniform is paired with an embroidered spring knife that is likely to be stained with countless blood. I can't imagine what a terrifying picture it is for such a person to finger and learn the piano while holding orchids.
All the way, he was uneasy and full of thoughts, and he raised his head tremblingly when he entered the private room of the teahouse.
Fortunately, the other party was not as powerful and majestic as he expected, and he was not wearing an official uniform. He only wore a navy blue straight gown in a low-key manner. His eyebrows and eyes were much more handsome than the rough men around him. It's only after a quick glance that I can feel the taste of introversion.
Boss Zhang felt better immediately, and bowed respectfully to salute.
"grown ups¡¡"
The man was sitting by the window reading the music score, and he didn't look up when he heard the sound, so he hummed without saying a word.
Boss Zhang thought about it and decided to get straight to the point: "You, what kind of musical instrument are you going to learn?"
The other party hesitated for a moment, and out of some kind of persistence, he said, "Let's play the flute."
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Wen Qian began to notice something strange about Yang Jin after the Chinese New Year.
During the first lunar month, relatives visited every day, and the opera would sing until late at night. It was common for him to drink until midnight, so Wen Qian didn't take it seriously, but after the Lantern Festival was over, he gradually noticed something was wrong.
For several days, when she woke up at night, she saw that the pillow was empty, and when she touched the quilt, it was completely cold, and she didn't know how long she had been away.
It's rare for Yang Jin to hide something from her, and it's especially rare for him to be so sneaky. He doesn't tell her during the day, and Wen Qian doesn't ask about it.
Family ugliness are not easy to publicize, and it is not convenient to ask the sisters in Lefang about such things, so taking advantage of Yang Ning Muxiu, she asked her to come out and have a few drinks in the restaurant.
"It shouldn't be, I remember that Yang Jin never did this before Does he have the habit of getting up at night to practice?"
The latter shook his head truthfully, "Even if it is practicing martial arts, it is not enough to pick such a time. For a warrior to practice, it is best to practice from Mao to Chen. The third watch is not in the best state of health, so it is not suitable for martial arts."
Wen Qian played with the bamboo chopsticks and lowered her head to ponder, "Could it be that he, like Tang Shi, also suffers from the disease of leaving the soul?"
She frowned and thought for a moment, "Isn't she going to meet some girl secretly?"
Seeing that her guesses were getting more and more outrageous, Yang Ning had to say a few words for her cousin: "That's not going to go every day"
"That's right." Wen Qian was thoughtful, "His body can't be exhausted."
Yang Ning: ""
After all, seeing is believing, she decided to hold on all night to see what happened.
This day Wenqian slept through the whole day, only getting up at dusk, lying on the bed at night with excitement, counting the time like years.
Yuemo made the third knock, and Yang Jin beside him suddenly moved.
She hurriedly closed her eyes to adjust her breathing.
Fortunately, it was difficult to distinguish the facial features in the room where he couldn't see his fingers. He didn't pay attention to whether she was pretending to sleep for a moment.
When Yang Jin woke up, he sighed wearily first, then gently withdrew his arm from her arms, jumped over carefully, and got out of bed.
There was a rustling sound of dressing, and when she heard the door close, Wen Qianfang got up and quickly put on her clothes and followed her out.
Knowing that Yang Jin was vigilant and had good hearing, she didn't dare to follow too closely, so she could only dodge left and right around corners.
Passing through the garden along the corridor, the scenery behind the pavilions shows some natural traces. There is a bamboo grove behind the Yang Mansion, the moonlight streams down like water, paving the ground with overlapping fallen leaves.
Wen Qian stepped on the fine spring grass, looking around in the sometimes dazzling light.
The forest is not big, and there is a small stone pavilion at the end. Before she approached, she could smell a whimper intermittently. At first, it was like the wind in a hollow, dry and astringent, and then it gradually became a tune later.
The sound of the flute was vast and distant in the empty night, a little hoarse because of the breath, and it was not even coherent, but Wen Qian could vaguely recognize that it was the song "Bright Moon and Autumn Frost" when she danced on stage in Yangzhou many years ago.
Yuehua ran along the stone bench to the open sheet music.
Yang Jin was playing with his head down and frowning, his fingers pressed between the holes of the flute were slender and strong, obviously also covered with calluses from years of using knives.
Wen Qian stood still a few feet away, enjoying this ditty almost contentedly, recalling a lot of the past that has gradually blurred into the past.
By the time Yang Jin vaguely noticed it, a not-so-popular tune had already been played.
Wen Qian tilted her head and smiled at him, her steps changed from walking to running, and the moment he stood up, she spread her arms and embraced him.
"Yang Jin."
Wen Qian hugged him tightly, whispered next to his ear, "Let's have a baby."
She suddenly wanted to give birth to him a child. This was a feeling she had never had before. It was not for anger with Yang Qing, nor for the succession of the Yang family.
Wen Qian stood on tiptoe, hooked his neck and repeated: "Have a child, Yang Jin¡ª"
"OK?"
The latter hugged her firmly, smiled lightly, and nodded indulgently: "Okay." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com)Let's have a baby. "
She suddenly wanted to give birth to him a child. This was a feeling she had never had before. It was not for anger with Yang Qing, nor for the succession of the Yang family.
Wen Qian stood on tiptoe, hooked his neck and repeated: "Have a child, Yang Jin¡ª"
"OK?"
The latter hugged her firmly, smiled lightly, and nodded indulgently: "Okay." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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