Chapter 187 Kite String

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

During the refreshing autumn weather, many people went to the Qinhuai River or to admire the osmanthus and worship temples on the nearby mountains. The tea house was deserted, and it was rare for anyone to take a private seat. The owner was overjoyed when he saw the guests.

This tea house is decorated with a touch of elegance.

On the second floor, a dedicated piano stage was created near the railing, with a piano table on top. The qin was placed on the table, and an incense burner was placed in the corner, burning a decent sunken water incense.

However, there are currently few customers and no qin player playing.

Jiang Xuening and others didn't want to be disturbed, so they waved away the tea doctor who was coming to entertain them. The qin player didn't give in and only found a book to pass the time, waiting for the end of the Qingyuan meeting to see Lv Xian.

Wei Liang became bored.

On the bookshelf were all collections of classics, history, poetry, songs, and essays, and he had no interest at all. After drinking half a cup of tea with patience, he stood up and sat down again. Walking from one end to the other, he had nothing to do but feel that the teahouse was crowded, making it impossible for people to even take advantage of the chaos and slip away.

Although the scenery is beautiful, he feels constrained.

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

Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I saw the piano.

Farming is his pleasure, reading is his evil. It can be said that he detests all refined things and prefers those common things.

Except for Keqin.

In the past, he used to prefer this way of reading, but now he has nothing to do. Seeing this piano, he feels a bit itchy. He watches Jiang Xuening reading beside him, ignoring his own posture, and then walks onto the piano stage and sits in front of it.

The tea house is not very good, and the qin is not particularly good either.

But the initial tuning test was not too bad.

Wei Liang casually played a piece of music.

Jiang Xuening was originally reading a book, but she only thought of meeting Lv Xian later. Most of her thoughts were not focused on the book, and she only pondered what to talk about and how to talk about it later, so she didn't really get into it.

At first, she was stunned by the sound of the qin.

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

A piece of music called "Qing Ping Yin" was played, as the saying goes, "The wind grows on the ground, starting at the end of the Qing Ping." At this autumn height, she only played it upstairs, which suddenly coincided with her current state of mind.

A tumultuous autumn is not when the wind rises.

Jiang Xuening put down the book in her hand, which had only been flipped through a few pages, and listened attentively to Wei Liang play before saying, "It turns out that Wei Gongzi can also play the piano."

Wei Liang's playing was purely on the rise, and he didn't expect her to be listening. He looked up and saw her staring at him with a pulse like gaze. For some reason, a wave of enthusiasm surged on his face, giving him a feeling of embarrassment and showing off in front of others. In a hurry, he got up and explained, "I'm idle, my skills are very poor, and I'm afraid I'll tarnish the girl's ear."

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

The piano was crooked on the table.

Jiang Xuening couldn't help but laugh and said, "I'm just going to ruin others' ears when I play the piano myself. Young Master Wei plays exceptionally well. How could I joke at you?"

Wei Liang couldn't connect.

He was never very good at words, and after standing for a while, he stumbled and said, "Do you also love the piano?"

Aegean?

She dare not.

Jiang Xuening lifted her eyes, put down her book, walked closer, and only straightened the crooked piano, saying, "My skills are poor, and I have no pure heart - I am not worthy of playing the piano."

Wei Liang couldn't help but be stunned.

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The woman in front of her stood on the side of the piano stage, with slightly restrained eyes that seemed to be hiding something. Her slender fingers were resting on the edge of her body, and that gesture was clearly something that only those who had some understanding of the art of the piano had. A faint fragrance of green lotus emanated from her sleeves, adding a touch of moving coldness to her gorgeous silhouette.

But isn't this owner extremely fond of money?

Where do you look like a businessman with a smell of copper right now?

His gaze fell on Jiang Xuening, momentarily confused.

Jiang Xuening, on the other hand, thought of some people and things from the past and frowned lightly. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand holding the piano, a young boy rushed up downstairs and said, "Miss, Miss!"

She was surprised and said, "Has the Qingyuan meeting come to an end?"

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

In the territory of Jinling, she doesn't know many people.

The Qingyuan meeting has not ended, and it will not be Lv Xian who is looking for her.

Jiang Xuening suddenly felt strange. The person was already standing on the second floor piano stage, almost subconsciously following the direction pointed by the child, looking towards the roadside below the tea house. In just a short moment of contact with his gaze, his entire body stiffened as if struck by lightning!

She could hardly believe her eyes.

The first thought that comes to mind is——

Impossible.

From the capital to Jinling, from north to south, with a distance of over two thousand miles, how fast do we need to change horses along the way and endure sleepless nights for so many days, in order to fly through the heavy barrier and arrive in Jiangnan in these short ten days?

Wei Liang originally stood with his back facing the railing. Seeing Jiang Xuening looking down, he couldn't help but turn his head and look.

I saw a group of more than ten people coming to the roadside at some point.

Most of them rode on horses, dressed in strong attire and with a sleek physique, but their faces mostly had a tired look, as if they had rushed all the way from a distant place. After experiencing a short period of fatigue, even their lips turned slightly white and peeling.

A boy in blue next to him has already dismounted.

Although there are many of these people, they haven't made any noise.

Even the horses are very quiet.

Although Wei Liang was slow, he also noticed something unusual, not to mention the person at the forefront, which was truly heart wrenching.

And Jiang Xuening's gaze also fell on this person.

Two years have passed, but this young master of the dynasty seems to have not undergone much change.

Still love the snow-white Taoist robe.

However, the long day of rushing seemed to make him describe himself as much thinner, with the white horse's four hooves splattered with mud stains, and the clean corners of his robe stained with dirt. His right hand tightly grasped the reins with five fingers, so much so that it was covered with layers of blood marks. He himself seemed to have not noticed any pain, and his indifferent face lifted up to look at Jiang Xuening from above.

When Wei Liang's gaze fell on him, his gaze also gently turned and met Wei Liang.

At that moment, Wei Liang felt a chill.

It was clearly a calm and even silent glance, but he seemed to catch a glimpse of the hidden storms, sword shadows, and blade lights. However, when he regained his senses, his gaze was as open and deep as a deity, devoid of any dust.

Before, Lv Xian once asked him, although he knew you were not that kind of person, if she never returned to the capital again, would you let it go?

He never answered.

Because he knew that kites always fly to the sky, but as long as the string attached to the roots keeps going, no matter how far they fly, they will eventually come back. Her promise to Princess Shen Zhiyi is that thread. Only with this thread can he rightfully pull the kite back or follow it to find her.

Xie Wei feels like a madman.

Coming from afar.

At this moment, I remembered that I hadn't closed my eyes for several days, and suddenly felt an indescribable weariness. I didn't speak, withdrew my gaze, and wanted to summon someone to leave.

Jiang Xuening naturally noticed the moment he looked at Wei Liang, and didn't feel that he was at fault. However, at the moment he frowned and lowered his eyes, a feeling of unease that he shouldn't have felt was inexplicable.

At the same time, there are also countless doubts——

At this critical moment, how could Xie Wei come to find her?

Seeing the other party about to leave, she couldn't bear to think too much at that moment and blurted out, "Sir!"

Xie Wei, stop.

Jiang Xuening was worried about Shen Zhiyi, gritting her teeth and ignoring the surprised gaze of Wei Liang on the side. She lifted her skirt and went straight downstairs to Xie Wei's horse, looking up at him, but didn't know what to say.

The sunlight poured down on him.

The dirty corners of the Taoist robe were blown up by the wind.

Xie Wei's distant and ink like eyebrows and eyes were blocked by the light swirling around him, and his expression was not clear. He only looked down at her with his eyelids crossed. After a while, he handed her a page of paper that had been pinched between his fingers and said calmly, "We will depart for the border in three days. If you think about it, you can go together."

How dare she have any negligence now?

It took both hands to pick up the thin page of paper, and when his gaze fell, he realized the strangulation marks left by the reins next to Xie Wei's fingers.

The blood that dripped to the ground when I broke free from this hand that day flashed through my mind.

Jiang Xuening dared not look at Xie Wei.

Xie Wei didn't say anything to her either.

I could only hear the sound of the reins shaking, and the muddy hooves of the horse stepped on the ground. Daoqin hurriedly bowed to her and quickly flipped over to get on the horse, leading everyone to follow and go far away.

Wei Liang looked confused on the second floor.

The sound of horse hooves faded away, and the street in front of me was empty.

Jiang Xuening, however, seemed to have had a big dream.

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

She slowly opened this page of paper.