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

When autumn is high and the air is crisp, most people go to the Qinhuai River or visit the temples on the nearby mountains. The teahouse is deserted, and it is rare for someone to reserve the place. The boss is very happy to see the guests.

The layout of this teahouse is somewhat elegant.

On the second floor near the railing, there is a special place for a piano platform, with a piano table on it, a Chenqin on the table, and an incense burner in the corner, in which a good agarwood incense burns.

It's just that there are few customers at the moment, and there is no pianist playing.

Jiang Xuening didn't want to be disturbed when she came to wait for others, so she waved away the tea doctor who was coming to treat guests, and the luthier didn't let him call, just found a book to read to pass the time, waiting for the discussion in the Qingyuan to be over, good to see Lu Xian .

Wei Liang was bored.

The bookshelves are full of collections of classics and histories, poems and songs, and he has no interest in them at all. After drinking half a cup of tea patiently, I stood up and sat down again, walking from one end to the other, really doing nothing, I just felt that there were few people in this teahouse, and people couldn't even find a chance to sneak away.

Although the scenery is good, he feels bound.

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

Turning around unexpectedly, I saw the piano.

Farming is what he likes, and reading is what he hates. It can be said that he hates all elegant things and prefers those mundane things.

Except Keqin.

In the past, he preferred this way of reading, but now that he has nothing to do, he felt a little itchy when he saw this piano. He watched Jiang Xuening reading beside him, and ignored his posture, so he walked up to the piano stand and sat on the piano. at the table.

The tea house is not very good, and the piano is naturally not particularly good.

But Chuchu's string test is not too bad.

Wei Liang casually played a piece.

Jiang Xuening was reading a book at first, but thought of meeting Lu Xian later, most of her thoughts were not on the book, she was only thinking about what to talk about and how to talk about it, so she didn't really get into it.

When she first heard the sound of the piano, she was still startled.

When he raised his head, he realized that it was Wei Liang playing the piano.

The song "Qingping Yin" that she played was just like the so-called "wind is born in the ground, and the end of Qingping" was played at the height of autumn, and it was only played on the upper floor, which suddenly coincided with her state of mind at the moment.

Eventful autumn is not when the wind blows.

Jiang Xuening put down the book with only a few pages turned in her hand, listened to Wei Liang finish playing, and said: "It turns out that Mr. Wei can also play the piano."

Wei Liang played purely out of excitement, he didn't expect that she would be listening, he raised his head and saw that she was staring at him with tender eyes, and for some reason, a wave of heat rushed to his face, which made him feel a little nervous. A feeling of embarrassment to show off in front of others, he got up in a hurry and explained: "I have nothing to do, my skills are very clumsy, I'm afraid it will pollute the girl's ears."

He got up in a hurry, and his sleeve robe hung on the corner of the table.

The piano was brought crookedly on the table.

Jiang Xuening couldn't help laughing: "I play the piano by myself just to spoil other people's ears. Mr. Wei plays very well. How can I make fun of you?"

Wei Liang couldn't answer.

He has never been very good at words, he stood for a long time before he stumbled and said: "Do you also love Qin?"

Aegean?

She dare not.

Jiang Xuening rolled her eyes, put down her book, walked closer, straightened the crooked piano, and said: "I am not skilled enough, and I have no pure heart—I am not worthy of playing the piano."

Wei Liang couldn't help being stunned.

The woman in front of her was standing on the other side of the qin platform, her narrow eyes seemed to be hiding something, her slender fingers rested on the edge of her body, the gesture was obviously made by someone who knew something about the qin. A faint fragrance of green lotus radiated from her sleeves, adding a bit of moving coolness to her gorgeous outline.

But doesn't this boss love money so much?

Where does he look like a businessman covered in copper stink now?

His eyes fell on Jiang Xuening, and he was momentarily confused.

Jiang Xuening thought of some people and things in the old days, and frowned slightly. Just as she was about to remove her hand holding Qin, a little boy hurried up from downstairs: "Girl, girl!"

She was surprised: "The Qingyuan discussion is over?"

But the little boy pointed to the outside and said: "No, someone outside said they wanted to find you."

In Jinling, she doesn't know many people.

Qingyuan's discussion is not over yet, and it will not be Lu Xian who is looking for her.

Jiang Xuening suddenly felt strange, he was standing on the piano platform on the second floor, and almost subconsciously followed the direction pointed by the little boy, looking towards the side of the road below the teahouse. The moment the eyes touched, the whole body became stiff as if struck by a thunderbolt!

She could hardly believe her eyes.

The first thought that popped into my mind was—

impossible.

From Beijing to Jinling, from north to south, the distance is more than two thousand miles. How fast the horses along the road have to be changed, and how many days of sleeplessness can be endured, so that in this short period of ten days, they can fly over the critical barriers and come to the south of the Yangtze River. ?

Wei Liang was originally standing with his back to the railing, but when he saw Jiang Xuening looking down with a strange look on his face, he couldn't help turning his head to look.

I saw a group of more than ten people coming beside the road at some time.

Most of them are riding on horses, wearing strong clothes, and their bodies are lean, but most of them look tired, as if they have rushed all the way from a long distance. After a long time of fatigue, even their lips are a little white and peeled.

A young man in blue has already dismounted.

Although there were quite a few people in this group, they didn't make any noise.

Even the horses were quiet.

Although Wei Liang was slow, he could still see something unusual, not to mention the person in the front, it was really shocking to see.

And Jiang Xuening's eyes fell on this person.

Two years have passed, but it seems that the young master of the dynasty has not changed much.

Still love the white robe.

It's just that the long day's running seems to have made him a lot thinner. The white horse's four hooves are splashed with mud, and the corner of the clean robe is also stained. The five fingers of the right hand tightly hold the rein, so that it has been covered with layers However, he himself didn't seem to notice the pain at all. He raised his indifferent face and looked at Jiang Xuening who was on the height.

When Wei Liang's eyes fell on him, his eyes turned slightly to meet Wei Liang's.

At that moment Wei Liang felt terrified.

It was clearly such a calm, waveless and even traceless glance, but he seemed to have caught a glimpse of the stormy wind, the shadow of the sword, and the light of the sword. It moved away like a speck of dust.

Lu Xian once asked him before, even though he knew you were not that kind of person, if she did not return to Beijing after this trip, would you just let her go?

He never answered.

Because he knows that kites always go to the sky to fly, but as long as the tied string is unbroken, no matter how far they fly, they will eventually come back. Her promise to the eldest princess Shen Zhiyi was that thread. With this thread, he can justifiably pull the kite back, or follow this thread to find her.

Xie Wei felt like a lunatic.

Come all the way.

It was only then that I remembered that I hadn't closed my eyes for several days, so I suddenly felt an unspeakable boredom, didn't speak, looked away, and wanted to call people to leave.

Jiang Xuening naturally noticed the moment when he looked at Wei Liang, and didn't feel that there was any fault in his heart, but at the moment when he lowered his eyebrows and looked down, for some reason, he felt a guilty conscience that he shouldn't have.

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

At this juncture, how could Xie Wei come to her?

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, she couldn't allow her to think too much at that moment, so she blurted out: "Sir!"

Xie Wei stopped.

Thinking about Shen Zhiyi, Jiang Xuening gritted her teeth, ignored Wei Liang's surprised gaze, raised her skirt and went straight downstairs, came to Xie Wei's horse, looked up at him, opened her mouth but didn't know what to say something.

The sun was shining on him.

The corners of the dirty robes were blown up by the wind.

Xie Wei's pale ink-like eyebrows and eyes were blocked by the light around him, and his expression could not be seen clearly. He just looked down at her with his eyelids closed. Handing the paper to her, he said calmly, "Leaving for the border in three days, if you think about it, you can go with me."

How dare she be negligent now?

He took the thin sheet of paper with both hands, and when his eyes fell, he found the strangle mark left by the rein beside Xie Wei's finger.

The blood that fell to the ground when he broke free from this hand that day flashed across his mind.

Jiang Xuening didn't dare to look at Xie Wei.

Xie Wei didn't say anything more to her.

Only the sound of the reins shaking, and the muddy hooves of the horses stepping across the ground, Dao Qin hurriedly saluted her, then quickly got on the horse, and led the crowd to follow away.

Wei Liang looked confused on the second floor.

The sound of horseshoes went away, and the street in front of them was empty.

Jiang Xuening was like having a big dream.

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

She slowly opened the page.