Song Yuchuo spread his hands and assured, "I am such a big man, why are you afraid of losing me? Besides, the carriage is waiting in the alley outside the door. With Lou Wu here, can you still go back?"

Nian Nu thought for a moment, jumped up to the eaves and disappeared.

"..." I thought she had something more to say, but I didn't expect that she felt more urgent to send the chess records than she did.

That's fine, it's a rare opportunity to relax by yourself.

There is a bluestone path near the back door of Shenxian Pavilion, with tall and thin bamboos planted on both sides. At the end is a small vermilion door. Song Yuchuo felt that today's path was indeed a long one.

According to memory, she should have seen the small door, but she walked for a long time without being able to see the end. The bluestone path was covered with snow, and the cold wind eroded her bones, so she had to tighten her brocade fur.

She walked for a while, feeling dizzy and having some bad premonitions in her heart, but she didn't dare to admit it easily, so she had to grit her teeth and move forward.

But when she turned a corner and caught a glimpse of two diverging paths, Song Yuchuo had to admit that she was indeed lost.

In my memory, there is obviously no such trail, but today it is so weird!

She looked around suspiciously. The cold wind was blowing, and the large bamboo body was covered with white snow. There was nothing except the occasional crow, so she could only choose a random path and continue moving forward.

She walked for about half a moment when a gasp suddenly came from the silent bamboo forest. She was startled and stopped in her tracks.

The source of the wheezing sound seemed to be not far away in the bamboo forest, and it was getting heavier and heavier, even mixed with a soft voice. She moved her eyes over, and the bamboo shadows swayed.

"..."

She couldn't believe what she saw.

But didn't Fang Qingqing say that the backyard of Shenxian Pavilion is not allowed to enter without permission? How could a man and a woman hang out here?!

Song Yuchuo fled quickly.

The hoarse voice of the man in the bamboo forest came again, accompanied by the rustle of the cold wind: "Jade calyx."

She walked back faster and faster.

Since there were other people here, it must not be the way out of the pavilion. She secretly blamed herself for choosing the wrong direction while thinking about Nian Nu.

Returning to the fork in the road, this time, she paused slightly as she stepped to the right. If she was still wrong...she returned to the place where she separated from Nian Nu, waiting for Nian Nu to come back to find her.

After thinking about it this way, I felt a little more confident when I stepped out.

After Song Yuchuo had walked for a while, she felt that her feet began to feel numb, and her little face turned red from the cold. She could only keep rubbing her palms to breathe. This time, the bamboo forest was so quiet and leisurely.

In a trance, a few piano sounds could be heard.

The sound of the piano was melodious, like an orchid suddenly appearing in the forest in an empty valley. She couldn't help but stop in her tracks, and then heard another ethereal string, and then there was no sound again.

Not long after, she caught a glimpse of the elegant red-faced long door. Although it was not the side leading out of the pavilion, by some strange mistake, she still pushed it open. In the garden behind the wooden door was a clear pond with light smoke rising from it.

This is a warm pool.

What's terrible is that there is a naked and handsome man soaking in this square warm pool. His black hair is disheveled and the smoke is lingering. Song Yuchuo feels that he has seen an immortal in a trance.

The immortal opened his handsome eyes and spoke calmly, his voice sounding like the sound of mountains and rivers.

"Brother, what do you do for me?"

Her face turned red, "Fang, was that music played by the young master just now?"

The handsome immortal said coldly: "Yes."

Song Yuchuo felt hot in his heart, "Young Master's piano music is very good, very similar to my mother's."

"..."

Seeing that his expression was not very good, Song Yuchuo just remembered where this place was.

If he was just a performing violinist, he must have been regarded as a woman by many people because of his handsome face. I am afraid that no normal man would like to be compared to a woman.

She hurriedly explained: "My mother...my mother is Guan Xianghan, and she used to be good at the piano."

Guan Xianghan, whose song is famous all over the world, is a beautiful lady of the Qi Dynasty, and she was also the empress who was once the mother-in-law of the world.

The handsome immortal said calmly, "Princess Xinyang?"

Song Yuchuo: "..." She was just hot-headed for a moment.

After the death of her mother, she and her imperial brother had never heard the sound of the piano again in the world. At that time, the sound of the piano in the bamboo forest reached her ears, and she was very moved...

Therefore, I also lost my guard.

At this time, he called her by her first name, and she realized what she had said.

She looked embarrassed and fell into his eyes. The man just closed his eyes and said solemnly: "Eldest Princess, don't worry. I just pretend that what happened today has never happened."

She looked up at the immortal in the pool again, with an unconscious attachment in her eyes, and couldn't help but ask: "May I ask the young master's name, is he the piano master in this pavilion?"

She wished she could ask one more question, do you recognize Xie Changan?

The immortal closed his eyes, his handsome face was calm, and said nothing. She was so cold that her hands were numb, and he did not answer.

Her nose felt sore and she could only retreat silently.

But after a while, a delicate face with a square of black brocade came in from the vermilion wooden door again, and her voice was cautious and earnest: "Um... I'm lost, can you take me out?"

The handsome immortal slowly opened his eyes, and finally opened his lips in a low voice: "After I finish bathing..."

Only then did Song Yuchuo realize why he had been so stiff, and couldn't help but blush. He had been focusing on the sound of his piano and forgot that he was still soaking in the pool.

And the texture on her body is even more looming in the pool... He must think that she is an open woman.

Song Yuchuo hurriedly withdrew and pressed his hot face against the red door: "Call me when you're done washing." This time it was really not cold anymore.

Later, she learned that the beautiful man in the pool was... Xie Changan.

In his previous life, Song Yuchuo had no impression of Xie Changan. He only vaguely remembered that he was bewitched by Lian Ting to grieve for a skinny luthier who was not this person.

After her death, I don’t know what happened next, but now it seems that Lian Ting has found the wrong person.

If you don't even know the real piano master Xie Chang'an, how can you talk about causing trouble to the Qi State? This is considered a blessing in misfortune, right?

Although Song Yuchuo had a cold, her body was not as delicate as rumored. She could not afford to be sick, but she became energetic in the next few days.

In a blink of an eye, autumn arrived again, a season of alternating warmth and cold. Song Yuchuo ordered the kitchen to boil several pots of ginger soup, and the four parties warmed up the servants in each courtyard. Lu Yi followed behind him like a little rabbit.

There was still a bit of warm sunshine in the sky today. She was wearing a gorgeous lavender palace dress, the skirt trailed to the floor, and her eyes became lazy. "I ordered someone to carry out the brocade couch. I want to bask in the sun in the courtyard today."

Lu Yi followed the order and left. After a while, the guards of the palace carried the beauty over. The maids successively brought some fruits and snacks, and exquisite small plates were placed on the table beside her.

Song Yuchuo lay down lazily with her head propped up and her eyes closed slightly. Just as Lu Yi was about to step forward and put the light-colored quilt on her body, a slender figure flew down from the eaves in the distance with a tall figure under her arm.

Everyone in the courtyard was stunned, except for Song Yuchuo who was wandering with his eyes closed.

Lu Yi looked at Nian Nu, and then at Pian Pian in white, whose handsome figure was frozen in front of her with her brows slightly furrowed. She swallowed and said: "...Princess...Princess."

Song Yuchuo slowly opened his eyes.

In the courtyard, Xie Changan stood tall and tall and was tied up with ropes.

Song Yuchuo suppressed the throbbing in his heart, stiffened up, and said involuntarily: "What is going on?"

Nian Nu's thin figure lowered his head, "Mr. Xie does not abide by the rules of a husband. Today, a woman named Mrs. Yu came to visit. Mr. Xie was smiling and wanted to play the piano."

Song Yuchuo raised his eyebrows, and Xie Changan's face darkened.

Niannu said again: "I was so angry that I could only stop me. I never thought that Mrs. Yu was also a practicing master, so I immediately started fighting with her. Mr. Xie stood aside and somehow touched the strings of the piano. I could only

I followed the princess's order to tie him up."

"Have you beaten that Mrs. Yu?" She seemed to have missed the point, and she didn't even know what she was talking about.

Nian Nu suddenly frowned seriously, "No, Mrs. Yu was a little weird. When she heard that the slave was going to take Mr. Xie away, she suddenly stopped and looked at Mr. Xie and laughed for a while, so she didn't stop her."

Song Yuchuo's eyes had already fallen on Xie Changan, until the tall figure gradually stiffened, and he looked away coldly, as if to avoid her burning eyes.

Until he caught a glimpse of the red ears between his dark hair, Song Yuchuo couldn't help but feel his face heat up.

Three months ago, he said goodbye to her cruelly in the bamboo forest. He called her the eldest princess because she was frank and pleased him, but he was shocked and refused to accept it.

She often came to pester him to play the harp, and he would stay in the bamboo forest and play the harp for her with peace of mind. But that day he said that he only loved the harp because he loved the harp. The eldest princess must not misunderstand.

She lost her composure, but still said: "Why do you think I come in through the main entrance of Shenxian Pavilion every day? Isn't it just to tell this famous family in the capital that you are my happy man, and no one else can mess with you?"

Huh? Xie Changan, why are you acting stupid?"

But he said: "Elder Princess, if Xie had known that you had such thoughts in your heart, he would not have played the piano for you."

She was speechless, "Why?"

His slender fingers were placed on the stretched strings, without saying a word, and his thin lips were slightly pursed. What was reflected in Song Yuchuo's eyes was a piece of cool white clothes in the green shadow.

She asked in a daze: "Do you have someone you like?"

He whispered back: "That's it for the eldest princess." He was determined and not reluctant.

She felt like her breathing had stopped for a moment. The slender fingertips in front of her eyes were slightly hooked, and the sound of the piano in the bamboo forest started again, but it was colder than the cold river ten miles away. Song Yuchuo moved with difficulty and murmured, "I know this, and I won't do it again in the future."

I will bother you again."

What could be done? She was very happy with him and wanted to protect him.

But that day, she realized that he only regarded her as a close friend, but she had such dirty thoughts. Song Yuchuo got drunk all night and never went to Shenxian Pavilion after waking up.

Later, we met Chaos in the pavilion, but that day, she was not very sober.

She wanted to find traces of that day and prove that it was not a nightmare.

Xie Changan gave her the evidence.

I don't know if it was the warm autumn sun or Xie Changan's reddish ears that made her heart feel warm and sunny.

Song Yuchuo came back to his senses and ordered unnaturally: "You all should stand down."

Lu Yi and Nian Nu looked at each other thoughtfully, and the maids in the same courtyard retreated neatly, and finally closed the vermilion door with a creak.

Song Yuchuo coughed and slowly stood up from the couch.

Xie Changan's expression darkened again.

Song Yuchuo came closer, looked up at him, and whispered: "I want to ask you, Xie Chang'an, how much do you hate me?"

Xie Changan frowned slightly, and Song Yuchuo touched his thin lips unceremoniously.


Chapter completed!