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Zhong Yu's face floated with emotion, and his tone became more and more respectful: "Obey the orders of the son." ”

And they got on their horses and departed. A patch of yellow sand was raised, and the early summer sun was miserated. Only the corpse that was all over the ground behind him, the blood stained the sand and gravel in a radius of half a mile dark black.

The dawn of Longxi is coming. The sound of camel bells, the oasis is like pearls, and the colorful glow is dawning.

The dawn of the war in Weilu also came.

Mid-May. Lu Jiahu spread bad news: Lu Zhao, the governor of the capital and the general of the left, died, and at the same time, there was also Mrs. Xuanguo, the mother of the Lu family. Although the cause of death of the two is unknown, and even the Lu family did everything possible to conceal the news of their deaths, they died one after another, and they couldn't hide it.

The news quickly spread throughout Kyushu, and the world was shocked. Lu Huan fell seriously ill, and the Lu family army was distraught and demoralized.

The Wei army led by Li Jingting took advantage of this opportunity to recover several cities in a few days. The Lu family lost their armor and completely lost the strength to fight back.

The defeat of the Lu family is a foregone conclusion. The world is full of joy, Chang'an City is full of lights, and there is a prosperous scene in the past, all countries come to the purple air, and the dragon and tiger leap into the emperor's spirit.

this day. Xin House. The days of early summer are getting hotter and hotter, and the lush locust trees stretch the green dome to the street outside the horse wall.

Jiang Li's green shirt was dustless, his hosta hair was tied, and his long jade body stood under the corner of the wall, and the shade of the locust tree immersed his whole person in the greenery, and even the cold star-like eyes were swaying with branches and shadows.

He stood alone, looking up at a pavilion within the horse wall, his brows furrowed slightly. The pavilion belonged to the Xin Mansion, and the potted peony on the window was obviously a boudoir, with the doors and windows open, but there was no human figure.

"Childe, please go back. The girl won't see her son. A petite woman came from the end of the street and apologized to Jiang Li.

The moment Jiang Li saw the woman, his eyes flashed with joy: "Green Butterfly?

Green Butterfly shook her head helplessly: "It's the slave who can't stand it anymore, so it's the master who comes to persuade the son." Early in the morning, I heard the son's visit, and the girl only said 'no', and practiced the words by herself, and never said more than half a word. ”

"She still didn't want to see me. Jiang Li's eyes suddenly dimmed, "In the past, she lived in the back garden of Xinfu, and she could sneak in." Now that Xin Fang Xinling is gone one after another, her status has naturally risen, and she has moved to the attic facing the street, in broad daylight, and it is not easy to turn over......"

The first half of Jiang Li's sentence was like a gentleman in the play, but the second half of the sentence was said like an unserious man looking for flowers and asking willows.

Green Butterfly couldn't cry and laughed: "It's good to turn it over, it's not easy to slip away, it's hard to slip away, and the son is dead in this heart." Although the slave didn't know the reason, she understood her own girl, and she was determined not to see her son. Childe, please go back. ”

The green butterfly saluted and turned to leave. If she went out of the house without permission for a long time, Xin Yi found that her arms were turned out, and she had to walk around without eating.

Although the reason is unknown, Xin Yi did not say much. But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the two of them are awkward, and this awkwardness is not small, which makes Xin Yi's face turn blue for several days.

Jiang Li looked at the back of the green butterfly, and sighed secretly in his heart, but his footsteps did not move at all, and he still stood there, staring closely at the movement by the attic window.

Since that day, he rescued Xin Yi, who woke up like a different person. His face was like a stone, and he didn't even say much, and the two sentences that were occasionally pressed were words and sharp swords, which stabbed his heart suddenly and painfully.

After that, on the way back to Chang'an from Longxi, Xin Yi ignored him with half of his face, and his eyes were like sharp knives, a little sharper than looking at strangers.

Jiang Li naturally has his own heart weakness. So I didn't dare to ask more, so I had to hide from the side, the two of them were awkward all the way, and the shadow guards of the Tianshu Platform didn't dare to breathe.

After returning to Chang'an, he visited him several times, but Xin Yitong was closed. He also stopped under the boudoir window every day, waiting for her to change her mind one day, and even if she showed a shadow in the window, he could defend himself a few words.

The window was empty. Only the peony bloomed like fire, but there was no trace of a woman.

Jiang Li's eyes became more and more dim, and he wistfully took out a small bamboo flute from his arms, and the flute was on his lips, and the wonderful sound was blown softly. It's the folk song of the mountains.

Longtou flowing water, flowing away from the mountain. Thinking of my body, floating in the wilderness. Towards the city of Xin, at dusk in Longtou. The cold could not speak, and the tongue was rolled into the throat. Longtou flows, and the sound of whimpering. Looking at Qinchuan from afar, my heart and liver are cut off......

It was the flute he had blown to her late and late. The flute sound is like a complaint, like a silk admiration, how much you want to talk and rest, and how many children are suffering for a long time.

He is no longer the chess boy who was bloodstained with the sword at night, but now he is just an idiot who wants to see the beautiful woman but can't, white-clothed, close to the dove, greedy and angry, robbed and robbed.

For several hours, the flute sounded continuously, and even the sky was moved by the flute, but there was a thunderclap, and it rained suddenly.

The summer rain was pouring and menacing, the sunny day was covered by dark clouds in an instant, the heavy rain hit the green tiles all over the city, and a layer of water vapor rose on the streets, accumulating a cloud of water and dust.

Jiang Li's light silk summer shirt was soaked in an instant, and the rain was dripping down his waist-length black hair, but he was still long and jade, playing the flute like a complaint, which caused the neighbors' grandmothers to hide in the crack of the door and laugh, "Look at this crazy father, Mu Naxin girl."

The rain has not stopped, and the flute has not stopped. Suddenly, a bamboo umbrella moved to the top of Jiang Li's head.

"On this rainy day, the chess boy is still playing the flute and thinking about people, so he doesn't care about his body. A gentle female voice came from the side, almost giving the illusion that it was a fairy who had come from the rain.

Jiang Li's flute stopped suddenly, but he didn't even roll his eyes. He quietly took a step to the side, let the heavy rain fall on his head again, as if he would rather be drenched in the rain himself, rather than take the woman's umbrella, and suffered this rain.

Jiang Li's disgust was too obvious, but he only provoked the woman to chuckle, and did not move the umbrella again: "The slave happened to pass by, and when he saw the son standing in the rain, he wanted to send an umbrella." Before coming, I laughed with the servant, this thing of giving an umbrella, if you recognize it, it's good, if you don't recognize it, you will be criticized for your bad morals, frivolous and lewd. And whether the chess boy recognizes it or not, it is probably the latter. ”

Jiang Li stood comfortably in the rain, and glanced at the woman with a slight squint: "My son has always had a bad reputation, Miss Zheng don't have any good intentions, but she has recruited herself." If that's the case, it's no wonder that this son is no wonder. ”

Zheng Siying covered her lips and smiled, her eyes calm: "The son's face is cold and unpleasant, and the whole Chang'an knows it." But with Gongzi's good chess, Si Ying admires him in every way. I still remember that the son came to the house to play against his father, and the father lost the chess, so he recruited the little girl to ask for advice, but the little girl lost even more, and the son of the god looked at the joke of the Zheng Mansion. ”

Jiang Li turned his head and didn't look at Zheng Siying again, but said coldly: "The four skills in the boudoir, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." The ladies of the Great Wei official family can play chess, but as one of the four skills, it is a complete scene. In fact, the level of chess is not as good as that of an eight-year-old child in the chess hall. Miss Zheng is a rare player who can barely afford to be a ...... A ten-year-old child was born. ”