When Xiao Jiu's figure was completely gone, Zhang Zhizhi sat down on the ground, fanned himself with the sleeves of his coat, wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, and breathed heavily, "Who can run faster when my subordinates are in trouble?"

It’s almost time to return this to the master..."

"You damn bastard Xiao, he's pretty good at running."

Zhang Shizhi laughed and scolded, not really blaming him, but seemed quite happy.

It's a good thing that Xiao Jiu didn't hear this, otherwise this genius would have stayed on the Qiongying Terrace to cool off. Anyway, he wouldn't be able to endure it.

All the way down the mountain road, you need to pass through the back door of Wensheng Academy before you can reach Kyoto Avenue. In the quiet night, the back door of the academy was closed. Xiao Jiu just took two steps past the door when he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look in the direction of the academy.

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There were bursts of piano music coming from the academy. It was not unpleasant to hear, but the music was a bit muffled, which seemed to go along with the night scene.

Xiao Jiu listened quietly for a few breaths, recalling the news he heard during the day, his heart moved slightly, and the next moment he climbed over the wall and went in.

"I have a friend. When we first met, he was playing the piano, but the sound was not pleasant, probably because he was unhappy in his heart."

The sound of the piano paused suddenly, and then continued to sound.

An echo came from the waterside pavilion, "What did you hear from my piano again?"

The lake surface is sparkling, the gauze curtains around the waterside pavilion are fluttering in the wind, and the young man in white sitting kneeling in it is playing the harp with both hands. He is as elegant as jade and graceful.

There is a faint fragrance floating around, vaguely reaching the noses of people standing on the bridge.

"I burn incense and take a bath, listening to the music of the piano. Are you waiting for me, eldest son?"

Xiao Jiu stood with her hands behind her hands, her eyes falling on the person behind the piano case through the gauze curtain.

This voice was so young that Zhou Wuhuan couldn't help but feel a little confused. He raised his head and looked up. Although he couldn't see Xiao Jiu's true appearance, he didn't feel that the other person was the person he was looking for.

"You know that I am the eldest son, but you don't know who I am waiting for?"

This is something that almost everyone in Kyoto knows. There is no reason why Xiao Jiu doesn't know about it.

"I know." Xiao Jiu said with a smile on her face, "You are waiting for him, so I can't come?"

Not really.

This is Wenshengxue Palace, not Qi Palace, so Zhou Wuhuan naturally has no right to evict people.

So he said, "Your Excellency, please help yourself."

After that, the two of them were doing their own things without interfering with each other.

Zhou Wuhuan was playing the piano, while Xiao Jiu stood on the bridge and looked at the scenery of the lake. Their posture was leisurely in the night, and the cool breeze blowing on them made people feel comfortable.

After a period of silence, Zhou Wuhuan looked up and saw that he had not left yet, so he asked, "What are you doing here?"

Xiao Jiu replied, "Someone made an appointment with me to meet me here, so I came."

But Zhou Wuhuan saw that he had been waiting for some time and still no one came, so he said, "Is it possible that you have been deceived?"

Logically speaking, everyone knows that he is waiting for Spring and Autumn visitors here, so even the offeror would not choose this place to avoid collision.

"Ah……"

Vaguely, he heard a chuckle from the people on the bridge.

The other party said, "I have not made an appointment with that person. Even if he is not here tonight, it cannot be regarded as breaking the appointment."

Oh, I see, how could there be such a strange agreement?

Zhou Wuhuan was puzzled, and just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly realized something. He plucked the strings with his fingers, and the sound stopped abruptly, as if someone had suddenly interrupted it. It was so sudden and harsh.

Behind the curtain, Zhou Wuhuan looked up at the bridge in shock. He seemed to... vaguely understand something.

At this time, he saw the hazy figure on the bridge slowly bowing to him, using his original voice.

"Eldest Young Master, I've been waiting for a long time..."

These words seemed to be an indirect admission, and Zhou Wuhuan's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You...you are, Spring and Autumn Spectator?!"

His tone was full of surprise and disbelief.

I'm afraid no one thought that the real Spring and Autumn Spectator would be such a young man.

"If the eldest son thinks that I am, that would be great."

Xiao Jiu answered like this.

He was facing Zhou Wuhuan, and there were several gauze curtains between them, making it difficult for people to see each other's faces.

Zhou Wuhuan subconsciously raised his hand to lift the gauze curtain, walked out of the waterside pavilion to see what the person looked like, but as soon as he raised his feet, he seemed to suddenly remember something, took it back, and continued to stand where he was.

Spring and Autumn spectators probably don’t like having their identity revealed.

Zhou Wuhuan thought.

"Your Excellency, would you like to see me in my true face?"

Clearly seeing Zhou Wuhuan's previous actions, Xiao Jiu was ready to retreat, but to his surprise, he chose to remain still.

He is truly a gentleman.

It's a pity that Xiao Jiu is destined to reject him.

"No." Xiao Jiu replied quietly, leaning sideways and leisurely on the stone pillar next to the bridge, and said casually, "It is better to only hear his voice and not know his person."

After thinking about these words, Zhou Wuhuan guessed, "Your Excellency, are you worried that I will recognize you in the future?"

"Perhaps I am worried that you will find out my identity as a fake Spring and Autumn spectator one day?" Zhou Wuhuan did not move, Xiao Jiu felt relieved and joked.

Frogs were croaking by the lakeside, and little fluorescent lights were dancing. Perhaps it was because the night was so quiet and peaceful that Xiao Jiu could be so relaxed.

Zhou Wuhuan, after thinking for a while, nodded, slowly turned around, and sat with his back to Xiao Jiu.

This ensured that he would not be able to see Xiao Jiu's face no matter what, unless he turned around, but during this time, Xiao Jiu also had time to react and retreat in time.

He showed his respect for Xiao Jiu thoroughly.

Without answering Xiao Jiu's joke, Zhou Wuhuan thought for a while and said half seriously, "No young man dares to pretend to be a Spring and Autumn spectator, let alone come in front of me, so you are real."

"Why?" Xiao Jiu said with a smile, "Because in the eyes of the world, the Spring and Autumn Spectator should be an old man? Or a middle-aged man with no aspirations?"

Zhou Wuhuan remained silent and acquiesced.

In front of him was the silvery lake surface, with white gauze dancing lightly. Even if there was no one in front of him, he knew that the people behind him must be listening.

"Why did you call Chunqiu a spectator?"

Zhou Wuhuan asked calmly.

In fact, the reason is very simple. When Xiao Jiu first wrote this book, he just wanted to let more people see that magnificent history and see the excitement and extraordinaryness in it.

"The day has day and night, the year is divided into four seasons, winter passes and spring comes, summer and autumn alternate. The most joyful part of the year is spring and autumn."

Because it symbolizes hope and harvest.

"Year after year, hundreds of years pass, and thousands of years remain the same. Only Spring and Autumn... can't be replaced." Xiao Jiu slowed down his tone, and his gentle and soft voice was like the gurgling water on a small bridge at night, with a unique charm.

Long and far away.

"It is so easy for a season to pass, but human life is too short in the face of the rotating time. It can only be described as a spectator."

That's right.

Zhou Wuhuan listened carefully and finally became convinced that the person behind him was the real Spring and Autumn Spectator, and he was the only one who could have such a spiritual state.

After sighing, Zhou Wuhuan said: "The Spring and Autumn Book tells the story of the ups and downs of all countries, with so many characters vying to shine. It's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to meet all the heroes in the book."

Xiao Jiu didn't answer, and his ears were quiet for a while. Zhou Wuhuan suddenly asked in a low voice, "Are the seven kingdoms in the book the same as the five kingdoms today?"

After two seconds, Xiao Jiu replied, "There are similarities, but there are differences. They are both countries, and they are all people..."

It's just a world that is just made up in the eyes of others, but it is reality.

However, it is difficult for people who have read the book Spring and Autumn not to compare what happened in the seven kingdoms with the five kingdoms today, as if there is an illusion that reality and illusion are combined.

Indeed, there are similarities and differences.

We are all countries and we are all people.

"Human desire is the key to driving everything." Zhou Wuhuan understood, lowered his head and said softly.

Then, he asked a very bold question.

"What do you think of the rise and fall of the five countries today?"

Xiao Jiu was startled for a moment, then exhaled and said casually, "These are all clichés that have been broken. Do you still want to hear it, eldest son?"

He has been a prince for many years, so he naturally knows everything about the situation in various countries, but...

Perhaps the person he was negotiating with tonight would be different.

Zhou Wuhuan's voice was still calm, "I want to try to hear something different from your mouth."

"There is a difference."

The night wind blew by, and a strand of black hair behind Xiao Jiu was blown to her chest. It was moved up and down, but she ignored it. In her ears, she heard a fish in the lake leaping out of the water with a gurgle, and then disappearing quickly.
To be continued...