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Chapter 32. Suspected old friend

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    Having been bored in the room for a few days, Chuyao just stepped out of the room, still a little unaccustomed to the light at noon, raised his hand to cover his forehead, blocking the sudden sunlight, and looked up at the blue sky after his eyes adapted.

    The wind is blowing, the clouds are moving, the flowers and plants are fragrant, and there is a hint of coolness in the air. It is already early autumn.

    Xian Bi's house where Chuyao lives is quite large, in the yard, there are flowing water and rockery, and big trees line it up.  In the early autumn, the leaves are not withered, the sun is cut and sprinkled, the wind moves the leaves, and the sun under the shade of the trees shakes slightly.

    There is a shaded gazebo in the courtyard. Next to the gazebo, a waterwheel is built among the rockery and flowing water. The waterwheel sways and hits the bamboo tube hanging above it. The bamboo tube tilts down, and the water flows downward. This cycle, I think it is summer  For cooling off.

    Chuyao was supported by Wan Zhu to sit down in the Qingliang Pavilion, listening to the insects, thinking that it had been a long time since he played the piano, so he asked Wan Zhu, "Is there no piano?"

    "Girl wait, servant girl will go get it now." Wanzhu heard the words and went to look for it.

    Chuyao still wanted to say that if there is no place here, forget it, but the little girl had already run out of Xianbiju, and shook her head helplessly.

    I haven't stepped out of the room for many days, and the pain has made my whole body weak. Leaning on the stone pillar of the gazebo, closing my eyes slightly, and letting the autumn wind slide across my face, I feel very comfortable.

    I don't know if He Ling and the others know what happened to her after she was robbed, and since Luo Shuyan has a relationship with Xiao Jing, I don't know if he knows that she is now in Xiao Jing's hands.

    After thinking about it, it seems unlikely that Xiao is cautious. Even if he has already won over the Luo family, he may not completely trust Luo Shuyan.

    Suddenly feeling that the sunlight was blocked by someone, Chuyao opened his eyes.

    She is a beauty, very beautiful, demure and graceful beauty, with gentleness in her eyebrows.

    It's Du Xiruo, the Mrs. Du that Wanzhu said.  She will not think that she is Xiao Jing's concubine like Wanzhu, so let's see what she looks like.

    It's just why Du Xiruo saw the astonishment on her face. Although it was only for a moment, she still captured it.

    Before she could speak, Du Xiruo turned and left in a panic.

    Just bumping into Wanzhu who was coming to pick up the piano, she didn't ask Wanzhu to say hello, and stepped out the door holding her skirt.

    "Miss, here's the qin." Wanzhu placed the qin horizontally on the jade table, unable to suppress her curiosity, she asked, "Madam Du, is she in trouble?"

    Du Xiruo has always been gentle, which is well-known in the world, but the prince has been alone in the palace for so many years, so it is hard to guarantee that she will feel jealous when she sees the prince has a newcomer, so she will give the newcomer a blow.  The prince asked her to take good care of the girl, so she naturally couldn't let the girl feel wronged.

    Chuyao pulled her lips and smiled, shaking her head, how could she not know what Wanzhu was thinking, but Du Xiruo really didn't do anything to her, not even a word.

    ? His fingers plucked the strings lightly, and a pleasant sound came out from his fingertips. Chu Yao closed his eyes, recalling in his mind what Rong Shaoyang played on the boat that day, and his fingertips moved with his heart.

    That song, at first it was soft like water, in the middle it sang with the breeze, and at the end

    With a sound of 'clank', the strings broke, and the fingers were slightly prickled.

    Sure enough, this song did not have Rong Shaoyang's internal strength, and in the end she couldn't play that kind of sound, even if her piano art is already a combination of twelve fingers, she can't miss a note.

    Chu Yao sighed, shook his head, and turned his hands to look at the cut on the fingertips that was scratched by the broken string.

    Xiao actually followed the sound of the piano into Xianbi's residence. As soon as Fang entered the courtyard, the sound of the piano stopped. Chuyao was dressed in white and sat beside the strings.

    Quickly walked to Chuyao's side, took her hand, washed it in the running water, raised her sword eyebrows slightly on her always stern face, and said, "Why are you so careless."

    Chuyao froze for a moment, withdrew the hand that was still held by Xiao Jing, and said coldly: "Did King Ning regard me as a weak concubine in your mansion?"

    Knowing that he didn't have any concubines, Chuyao blurted out this sentence.

    Xiao Jing withdrew his empty hand and put it behind his back, his obsidian-like eyes sank, his resolute thin lips were drawn into a line, after a while, he asked back: "Why not be my concubine?  "

    Chuyao never expected him to ask such a question, he was stunned for a while, and his face eased: "Ning Wang's joke is not funny at all."

    Xiao Jing lowered her eyes, escaped from the illusion just now, her eyes were too similar to hers, and she felt it when she first saw her in the Song Mansion that day, but it was less gentle and more cold.

    He saw it, she lifted the sword and stabbed Song Yanming's heart, they were similar in appearance, but they had two completely different personalities.

    "You are not in good health yet, don't you??Standing too long in the wind.  "After Xiao Jing finished speaking, he turned and left.

    The black sleeves of the clothes disappeared between the gaps in the courtyard door, Chu Yao's hands hanging in the sleeves retracted slightly, and the remaining warmth from the fingertips seemed to be lingering, just like teaching her calligraphy that day.

    "Does the girl still play the piano?" Wanzhu asked in a low voice behind her.

    "No need." Chu Yao looked down at the broken string.

    Wanzhu thought she had an awkward quarrel with the prince and was in a bad mood, so she packed up the piano and carried it into the house.

    Two days later, I heard that a group of dancers specially dedicated to Emperor Huai had arrived in the capital as a gesture of friendship from Wen Guo.

    At that time, Chuyao heard Duan Hekang talk about it. At first he thought that he wanted to mix himself among the dancers, but he denied it later. Until now, he still doesn't know how he will provoke the relationship between the emperor and King Ning.

    Duan Hekang had already fallen off the cliff, and he was close to death at such a height, and there was little chance of surviving.  Then what he wants to do, will it continue?

    Chu Yao put down the medicine bowl in his hand, slowly frowned and thought.

    "Girl, girl." Wanzhu shouted and hurried into the house with a happy face: "The prince said that he will take the girl to the palace banquet tonight."

    Following Wanzhu's entry, several servant girls holding silk, satin, jade and jewelry also walked in orderly, and stood in a row in front of Chuyao.

    Isn't the palace banquet tonight specially set up by Emperor Huai for Wen Guo's envoys to present Yan Guo as a token of welcome.  If there were no such changes, it would be the time when Duan Hekang started the incident.

    "Girl, do you have any ideas?" Wanzhu turned sideways and asked Chuyao, "If not, there are still a batch below."

    Chu Yao rubbed a young phoenix hairpin carved from white jade with his fingers.

    "Girl, this hairpin is unlucky, it will make the young phoenix cry blood." Wan Zhu whispered behind her ear.

    "It's okay, that's it." For her, there is no such thing as auspicious or unlucky.

    Chu Yao casually pointed to a few other items, and Wan Zhu kept them as she said.

    "The girl has not recovered from her injuries. The lord ordered you to take a bath in the Biyan Pond in Jinlang Residence. The spring water has the effect of healing." Wanzhu smiled and said, "I haven't seen the lord treat any girl so well since I have been in the mansion for a few years. Miss  Good luck."

    Chu Yao remained silent, and when she arrived at Jinlang Residence, the yard was not filled with flowers and plants, but a patch of emerald bamboos, the leaves of which were as green as they wanted, with distinct knots.

    "Whose residence is this?"

    "It belongs to the prince." Wanzhu couldn't hide her smile and said: "The prince's Jinlang residence has not been approved, and no one is allowed to enter. The prince is very kind to the girl."

    Xiao Jing's place is very similar to his appearance, tall and cold.

    Wanzhu led her to Biyantan, a hot spring located in the small side hall next to Xiao Jing's main house.

    The veritable water is like blue waves, and the smoke is curling up.

    Chuyao took off her clothes, raised her legs and slowly submerged into the bath. The water was warm and moist, like excellent silk slipping through her body. The samples of several arrow wounds were extremely nourished by touching the water, but she didn't feel it at all in this water.

    After half an hour in the bath, Chuyao got up, wiped off the water, took a skirt from the cloak and changed into it.

    When Chuyao went out, her face was still flushed with the blush from the bath, and her black hair was still wet. Xiao Jingzheng entered Jinlangju at this time, saw her slightly startled, and walked past without saying a word.

    She has never been able to figure out Xiao Jing's thoughts, and there is no need to guess.

    Chuyao left Jinlangju and went back to his place, but unexpectedly, Du Xiruo, whom he met in a hurry that day, was sitting in the courtyard.

    Wearing a light pink blouse and a docile court woman with a bun, she is as gentle as jade.

    "Mrs. Du." Chuyao walked to her side.

    If Du Xiruo raised his eyes, he was much calmer than that day, but his eyes were still flickering.

    "If Xi is taking the liberty to disturb you, girl, please don't take offense." The voice was at odds with her gentle appearance, neither humble nor overbearing, neither soft nor urgent.

    "Ma'am, you're being polite. The wife of the Wangfu is the host, and Chuyao is the guest, so why bother?" If Du Xi came for Xiao Jing, then this sentence clearly indicated his identity, and he had no intention of competing with her for anything.

    Wanzhu offered the teacup, Chuyao signaled her to back down.

    Du Xiruo lowered his eyelids, picked up the white porcelain cup on the jade table, gently blew the smoke away, and slightly parted his cherry lips: "Young lady is a smart person, can you hear Xi Ruo's words?" (Remember this website website: www  .hlnovel.com
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