Chapter 187

Jiang Xuening's carriage drove all the way to Guanlan tower.

When it's sunny in autumn, most people go to the Qinhuai River, or enjoy the GUI worship temple on the nearby mountain. The people in the teahouse are lonely, and it's rare to have a private banquet. The boss is very happy when he sees the guests.

The layout of the teahouse is somewhat elegant.

On the second floor, near the railings, there is a piano table, on which there is a Chen Qin. In the corner, there is a censer, in which there is a good water incense.

But at the moment, there are few customers and no pianists.

Jiang Xuening and others didn't want to be disturbed, so they waved back the doctor tea who was coming to treat the guests. The zither player didn't let them. He just looked for a book to pass the time, waiting for the end of the discussion in Qingyuan, so that he could see LV Xian.

Wei Liang is bored.

The bookshelves are full of classics, poems, songs and Fu, and he has no interest at all. After drinking half a cup of tea patiently, he stood up and sat down again. He walked from one end to the other. He really had nothing to do. He only felt that there were few people in the teahouse, so that people could not even find the chance to slip away.

Although the scenery is good, he feels bound.

After searching for a long time, I only went to the railing and looked out.

Unexpectedly, I turned around and saw the piano.

He likes farming, but he hates reading. He dislikes all elegant things and prefers common things.

Except for Keqin.

In the past, he preferred this way when he was studying. Now he has nothing to do. Seeing this piano, he is a bit itchy. He watched Jiang Xuening reading on the side, but he didn't take care of his posture. He went up to the piano stage and sat at the piano table.

The teahouse is not very good, and the Qin is not a very good one.

But it's not too bad at the beginning.

Wei Liang played a song at once.

Jiang Xuening was reading a book. He just thought that he would meet LV Xian later. Most of his thoughts were not in the book. He only thought about what to talk about and how to talk about it later, so he didn't know much about it.

At first hearing the music, she was stunned.

Looking up, I found that Wei Liang was playing the piano.

The song "Qingping Yin" is just like "the wind is born in the earth, starting from the end of Qingping". When she is playing on the floor in autumn, it suddenly coincides with her mood at the moment.

Eventful times are not when the wind blows.

Jiang Xuening put down the book that he had only turned a few pages in his hand and listened to Wei Liang's playing. Then he said, "it turns out that young master Wei can also play the piano."

Wei Liang's playing is just rising. He didn't expect that she would be listening. He raised his head and saw that she was looking at him with her pulse eyes. Somehow, a rush of enthusiasm rushed to his face, which made him feel embarrassed to show off in front of others. In a hurry, he got up and explained: "nothing to do, poor skills, afraid of polluting the girl's ears."

He got up in a hurry, his sleeve robe hanging from the corner of the table.

The piano is crooked on the table.

Jiang Xuening couldn't help laughing: "I only pollute other people's ears when I play the piano myself. Mr. Wei plays very well. How can I laugh at you?"

Wei Liang couldn't get on.

He had never been very good at words. After standing for a long time, he stumbled and said, "do you also love Qin?"

Aegean?

She didn't dare.

Jiang Xuening took a look, put down the book, walked to the front, only straightened the crooked piano, and said: "my skill is poor, and I don't have a pure heart - I don't deserve to play the piano."

Wei Liang was stunned.

In front of her, the woman stood on the other side of the platform. There seemed to be something hidden in her slightly astringent eyes. Her slender fingers were on the edge of her body. It was clear that the gesture was only for those who knew something about Qin. A faint fragrance of green lotus came out of her sleeves, adding a touch of moving coolness to her gorgeous outline.

But doesn't this owner love money?

Where does it look like a businessman now?

His eyes fell on Jiang Xuening, confused for a moment.

Jiang Xuening, however, thought of some people and things in the old days and frowned slightly. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand holding the piano, a child rushed downstairs: "girl, girl!"

She was surprised: "Qingyuan business is over?"

The child pointed to the outside and said, "no, it's someone outside who wants to see you."

She doesn't know many people in Jinling.

Qingyuan discussion is not over, it will not be LV Xian who is looking for her.

Jiang Xuening suddenly felt strange. He was standing on the piano platform on the second floor. He almost subconsciously followed the direction pointed by the child and looked down the road under the teahouse. In a short moment, the whole body is as stiff as if hit by thunder!

She could hardly believe her eyes.

The first thought in my mind is -

impossible.

The distance between the capital and Jinling, from north to south, is more than two thousand li. How fast do you need to change horses along the road, and how many days do you have to stay awake, so that you can fly to the south of the Yangtze River in this short ten days?

Wei Liang originally stood with his back to the railing. Seeing Jiang Xuening looking down, he could not help but turn his head.I don't know when a group of more than ten people came along the road.

Most of them are on horseback, dressed in strong clothes, with lean body, but most of them are tired. It seems that they have come all the way from far away. After a long time of fatigue, even their lips are white and skinny.

On the side, a boy in blue has dismounted.

Although there are many of them, they don't make any noise.

Even the horses are quiet.

Although Wei Liang was slow, he saw something unusual, not to mention the man in front of him. He was really surprised.

And Jiang Xuening's eyes also fall on this person.

In the past two years, the young master of the current dynasty did not seem to have changed much.

Still love the white robe.

But the long day's attack seemed to make him thin. The white horse's hooves were splashed with mud stains, and the clean robe corner was stained. His right fingers tightly held the reins, so that it was covered with layers of blood stains. However, he didn't seem to be aware of the pain. He raised his indifferent face and looked up at Jiang Xuening.

When Wei Liang's eyes fell on him, his eyes also turned slightly, opposite Wei Liang.

At that moment, Wei Liang was thrilled.

It was clear that he had such a calm and even silent look, but he seemed to catch a glimpse of the wind and rain, sword shadow and sword light hidden in it. However, when he came back again, his eyes were as high and deep as a God, and moved away without any dust.

Lu Xian once asked him before, although he knew you were not like that, if she did not return to Beijing, would you let her go?

He did not answer.

Because he knows that kites always fly to the sky, but as long as the string is constantly flying, no matter how far they fly, they will come back. Her commitment to the long Princess Shen Zhiyi is the thread. Only with this thread can he pull the kite back or follow it to find her.

Xie Wei feels like a madman.

Come all the way.

At this time, I remembered that I hadn't closed my eyes for several days, so I suddenly felt a kind of unspeakable boredom. I didn't speak, and I wanted to call people to leave.

Jiang Xuening naturally noticed the moment when he looked at Wei Liang. He didn't feel that he had any fault in his heart. However, at the moment when he gathered his eyebrows and drooped his eyes, he didn't know why he was guilty.

At the same time, there are all kinds of doubts -

at this point, how could Xie Wei come to her?

Seeing that the other party was going to leave, she couldn't bear to think much at that moment. She blurted out: "sir!"

Xie Wei stopped.

Jiang Xuening worries about Shen Zhi's clothes. She grits her teeth and ignores Wei Liang's surprised eyes. She raises her skirt and goes straight down to Xie Wei's horse. She looks up at him, but she doesn't know what to say.

The sun was all over him.

The dirty corner of the Taoist robe was blown up by the wind.

Xie Wei's distant mountain like eyebrows and eyes were blocked by the light around him. He couldn't see clearly. He just looked down at her with his eyes. After a long time, he handed her a page of paper that had been pinched between his fingers for a while. He said without waves and waves: "you can go to the border in three days. If you think about it, you can go with her."

How dare she neglect now?

He took over the thin sheet of paper with both hands. When his eyes fell, he found the traces left by the rein on Xie Wei's finger.

In my mind, when I broke away from this hand that day, the dripping blood fell to the ground.

Jiang Xuening dare not see Xie Wei.

Xie Wei didn't say anything to her.

Just hear the sound of the reins shaking, the muddy horse's hooves from the ground, Dao Qin gave her a salute in a hurry, then quickly turned over to the horse, with the crowd to follow away.

Wei Liang was at a loss on the second floor.

The sound of the horse's hooves went away, and the street in front of it was empty.

Jiang Xuening had a big dream.

Only this page in her hand reminded her that it was not a dream.

She opened the page slowly.