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Chapter 96. Stay for now

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    When Yao Huang was high back then, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Rong Shaoyang standing so close that he almost fell off the swing in shock. Fortunately, Rong Shaoyang supported the iron chain with one hand.

    After Chuyao stabilized, he said to Rong Shaoyang: "What? That beauty let you go?"

    After finishing the meal, Xue Ji dismissed Chuyao and Bitong on the pretext that she had something to report to Rong Shaoyang alone, and they stayed in the room for a long time.  But from Chuyao's point of view, she was a drunkard who didn't want to drink.

    "Can I understand that you're jealous?" Rong Shaoyang put a big smile on his indifferent face, took a few steps closer, and reached out to stroke Chuyao's hair: "Before dinner, you asked me to face the snow."  Ji told me who you are, do you want me to say lady? Madame?"

    Fortunately, the sun has not yet fully set, and the blush on my face can also be explained as sunburn.  Chuyao couldn't resist Rong Shaoyang's deliberate teasing, so he pursed his lips and said coolly, "You think too much."

    "Did I think too much?" Rong Shaoyang stroked his smooth hair with indescribable intimacy.

    "How long are we going to stay here?" Chu Yao changed the topic.  Now she wants to go back to Li country. She thought that after Song Yanming's death, she and her mother would not have to suffer from the separation, but she didn't expect that things would continue to be the same, and she spent very little time with her mother.  It used to be involuntary, but now it is involuntary.

    "At least half a month." Rong Shaoyang let go of the hair on his hands, put his hands and back behind his back, turned around and walked slowly to the side of the guzheng, reaching out to stroke the strings of the guzheng.

    "Xue Ji entered the palace, your target is Lu Qiuhe?" Chu Yao was puzzled: "He is just an emperor under the control of Duan Hekang, what use can he be?"

    "No emperor wants to be controlled by others. Lu Qiuhe wants to secure the throne now, so he has to rely on Duan Hekang's power in the court." Rong Shaoyang plucked the strings of the zither lightly twice, and issued two clangs  sound.

    Lu Qiuhe now needs someone to listen to the wind. During the war between Yan and Mongolia, he provoked Lu Qiuhe and Duan Hekang to discord.

    Now we have to consider how to appease the people and recruit Mongolian officials to work for them after the Li country's iron cavalry is stationed in Mongolia.  It is the simplest and most effective way for the two countries to be one country, and the monarchs of the two countries will proclaim it to the world.

    Lu Qiuhe depends on Xue Ji's kung fu. Although he is weak and benevolent, he is not a mediocre person who can be manipulated by others. It is good for him to fall in love with Xue Ji. If he can't, then he can only think of another way.

    Chu Yao was silent. I don't know how many tactics and how many people sacrificed to get this beautiful country.

    Rong Shaoyang waved his robe and sat down, and slowly picked up the strings.  The sound of the piano poured out from the strings and floated faintly into Chuyao's ears.

    Chu Yao looked sideways. This was the tune he played when they met in the bamboo forest for the first time. At that time, she was attracted by the sound of the piano and walked into the bamboo forest.  Under the moonlight, Rong Shaoyang was dressed in white, with a distant and indifferent demeanor, as if he was not a person who should exist in this world, but an exile from the painting.

    The sound of the piano changed slowly, Rong Shao raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyebrows, the sunset had all disappeared, and the sky began to turn a clean dark blue.  Chuyao couldn't help but stare at Rong Shaoyang. There seemed to be a hazy halo on his body forever, which made people feel so unreal and so difficult to get close to.

    At the end of the song, Chuyao is still silent in the melody. Rong Shaoyang's piano sound is different from Su Yan's. Su Yan's technique is higher and contains more emotions, while Rong Shaoyang's piano sound is like a layer of mist  , People can't figure it out, but they want to listen more.

    "My lord." Xue Ji approached, breaking the quiet atmosphere between them.

    Also breaking the rhythm that was still whirling in Chuyao's mind, she frowned and looked at Xueji.

    "What's the matter?" Rong Shaoyang got up from the zither.

    "Why don't Xueji play a song for you, it will be dedicated to Lu Qiuhe in the future, how about listening to the tune first?" She heard Rong Shaoyang's piano sound from inside, she stood in the room and watched from the window.  to the outside.  Chuyao sat on the rattan chair, the evening breeze gently blowing her belt, she slowly swayed on the swing, Rong Shaoyang closed his eyes and played the piano, the atmosphere between the two seemed to be inaccessible to anyone.

    Then she just wanted to break this atmosphere. Even if she couldn't get it, Rong Shaoyang didn't want to see other women standing beside him.

    "You play it." Since she said so, Rong Shaoyang has no reason to refuse, and the piece dedicated to Lu Qiuhe naturally has to amaze everyone, and there must be no mistakes.

    Xue Ji took her seat, Rong Shaoyang stood beside the swing, Chuyao raised her eyebrows and looked at her.

    She raised her hand, and the smooth silk hung down to her elbow, revealing a pair of forearms that were as thin as lotus root.  The ten fingers of her hands are slender and white, and the nails are dyed with pearly cardamom, which shimmers and shines under the starry night.

    The sound of the piano flowed out from between her fingers, like weeping, complaining, complaining, likeIt is a woman who is talking about the feelings that have been accumulated in her heart for many years, which are hot, strong, but forbearing and suppressed.

    Chu Yao looked sideways at Rong Shaoyang, and saw that he looked as usual, as if he was listening carefully to the piece played by Xue Ji.  She got up from the swing and walked gently into the house.  She didn't want to disturb a woman's time to express her feelings, even if it was a woman she didn't like very much.

    Xue Ji's hostility towards her is too strong, people naturally can't like people who are hostile to themselves.

    After Chuyao entered the room, he lit a candle, took out a book from the bookshelf, and lay down on the soft couch to read it carefully.  After watching for a while, the sound of the piano outside gradually slowed down. When the song ended, she raised her head and glanced outside the door, then continued to look down at the pages of the book.

    After a while, a shadow covered the light she was reading. Chu Yao thought it was Rong Shaoyang, but when she looked up, she saw Xue Ji.  She put down the scroll, sat up straight, and said calmly, "Is there anything wrong?"

    Xue Ji looked down at Song Chuyao, as if she wanted to see her thoroughly, stared at her for a long time, and finally said: "You are not suitable for the young master."

    "Do you think you are more suitable for him than me?" Chu Yao smiled helplessly, and said again: "Whether I am suitable for him or not, you are an outsider. After three days, you will be Lu Qiuhe's person. You  If you understand clearly, you should know that a man will not give the woman he loves to another man, so in Rong Shaoyang's heart, you are just a pawn that can be used."

    It is indeed a bit stinging to say these words, but Chuyao also hopes that she will figure out her position so that she will not end up too tragically in the future.

    Xue Ji looked at her with sharp eyes, and smiled mockingly: "I know that I am a pawn, but it seems that you are not very clear that you are too."

    "Chess pieces are also divided into soldiers and generals. There is obviously a difference between you and me." In terms of sophistry and viciousness, how could she lose to her after fighting Song Zijue for so many years.

    "Also, Miss Xue Ji, with all due respect, your Acacia Fu is more than skillful, but your emotions are too revealing, and you don't feel ashamed to say it. You can only play it for laymen to listen to."

    Xue Ji's face froze, remembering what Rong Shaoyang had said to her just now, she couldn't help tightening her hands in the sleeve cage, and said: "Su Wen, the number one beauty in the world, has a shrewd mind and unparalleled intelligence, Xue Ji  Learned today."

    Chuyao glanced at her, then looked back at the scroll in his hand, and said, "Miss Xueji, please go back if you have nothing to do."

    "Soldiers are different, and your fate may not be better than mine." She put down these words, turned and left.

    Chuyao stared at the scroll for a while, but didn't turn the pages for a long time, and her eyes became blank, obviously her heart was not on the pages.

    For Rong Shaoyang, what else can she use?  The treasure has been found, she is really useless, does he still want her to stay here to help him deal with Xiao Jing?

    Chuyao shook his head, throwing away the wild thoughts that filled his head, with Rong Shaoyang's intelligence, why should she deal with Xiao Jing, he couldn't let Xue Ji's few words affect his state of mind, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't see it  Clear up the current situation.

    Chu Yao simply put down the book, put on a cloak, opened the window, and let the cold wind pour in, so as to clear his mind.

    Rong Shaoyang walked to her window, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Xue Ji came to see you?"

    "Ask knowingly." The wind came in, and Chuyao woke up instantly. She looked Rong Shaoyang up and down, and teased: "I really can't see it, you are not bad at attracting bees and butterflies."

    Rong Shaoyang took a deep look at Chuyao, and said, "I wanted to recruit, but I couldn't."

    Chuyao understood the meaning of his words, and smiled and said: "Be careful to find bee stings."

    "I'm willing to be stung by a bee." Rong Shaoyang put his hand into the window, closed the window a little, and said, "It's cool at night, let's rest earlier." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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