A few cool breezes blew, and the anxious air of the summer night became extremely soft, just like the lightness of the yarn, the softness of the silk, and the blowing people's hearts were extremely comfortable. The flowers in the garden www.biquge.info all kinds of flowers, especially in the hazy moonlight, which looks particularly charming.

Smelling the faint scent, I threw off my sleeves and paced back and forth on the cobblestone road in the garden.

Yan Wei had to sit in the hexagonal pavilion in the garden every night, but at this moment, I looked in the pavilion and saw only a lonely white lantern. Why didn't he come tonight?

I stopped, looked up at the unsatisfactory moon in the sky, and felt extremely lost. The moon is not always full, which is also a portrayal of the world. Such a night, such a month, can especially arouse people's sorrow.

Before I knew it, I had held the green jade flute in my hand, the crystal clear green, glowing in the moonlight. I've always kept it with me, but I never played the song my uncle taught me.

At this time, the gentle jade came to my mouth, and I couldn't blow it well. After trying hard for a while, I finally lowered my hand, thinking that if my uncle heard about it, he would definitely say that he would give me a Rotten Bone Heart Devouring Pill.

There was a sudden chill behind me, and when I looked back, Yan Wei was standing there silently. The cold moonlight sprinkled on his body, revealing a biting chill.

Looking at the hostility in his eyes, I was in a trance, and I pulled the corners of my mouth but didn't say anything. The two of them stood opposite each other like this, but the distance was only a stone's throw away, but it felt like they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

"Don't play this tune again. Without asking anything, he gave me the order to shut up.

"If it's convenient, can you tell me why?" I wondered, even if I didn't blow it well, it wouldn't make him so annoying, as if he were facing a great enemy.

"Some things are best not known. You just have to remember to never play this tune again, forget everything about it. Yan Wei's face was gloomy and deep, and there was no warmth in his words.

I felt an extreme depression, and the hand holding the flute unconsciously increased its strength. I couldn't say what I wanted to say anymore, and I looked at his back as he turned away, stunned in place.

I deliberately waited for him in the garden, I was going to talk to him about the golden knife, but I didn't expect it to be unpleasant.

There was a sudden rustling sound among the trees, and a frightened blackbird fluttered its wings and flew over my head, and I came back to my senses and went to my room.

**

The night was silent, and there was the occasional crackling sound of bamboo flowers popping in the huge room.

Under the dim candlelight, Yan Wei coughed violently again, and Wu Yuan hurriedly stepped forward and patted him on the back to help him calm down. When he calmed down, he removed the white handkerchief that was covering his lips, and there was a patch of blood on it.

The smell of blood was pungent, and he knew it even if he couldn't see it. But he's used to it for a long time, so used to it that he doesn't care at all. He handed the handkerchief to Wu Yuan, and after Wu Yuan took it and lit the fire on the lamp, he threw it into the incense burner.

Not a single incense has been burned in the incense burner, but it has already accumulated ashes.

Wu Yuan felt sorry for him and wanted to persuade him, but if he listened to the persuasion, he wouldn't be as hard as he is now, and maybe he could live longer.

There was a rush of footsteps outside, and the servant guarding the door ran in and saluted, saying, "Childe, the old farmer is back." ”

Han Chen, the former owner of the first village, has been tracking down the whereabouts of the enemy outside. The longest time, I didn't go back to the village for more than a year. Now, when they suddenly returned to the village late at night, Wu Yuan and Yan Wei were surprised, and Yan Wei was even more scared in his heart.

When they rushed to the front hall to greet Han Chen, he had already sat down in the front hall. The doctor in the village is cleaning his wounds and administering medicine. Five deep marks were scratched on his front shoulder by a sharp weapon.

Yan Wei smelled the smell of blood when he entered the door, and asked in shock, "Father-in-law, are you injured?"

Wu Yuan saw it clearly, and then asked, "Old owner, what's going on?"

"I ran into him tonight and I didn't expect him to be better. Han Chen's eyes were like torches, but there was a trace of sadness hidden in his eyes.

Who is he? Naturally, he is Han Chen's brother-killing enemy, and Yan Wei and Wu Yuan both know it.

Yan Wei bowed down and said, "He is cunning and vicious, and his father-in-law is really dangerous to him alone." ”

Han Chen's personality is extremely violent, and he can't listen to what others look down on him, so Yan Wei knocked on the side and said it very vaguely, saving him enough face.

"How could I let go of the opportunity to kill him?!" Han Chen glanced at Yan Wei, with a slight dissatisfaction in his tone. He hates others the most for saying these things that will destroy his prestige, even if it is out of concern, even if it is his own son.

"When will the old farmer return to Mengzhou? Why don't you send someone back with a letter first?" Wu Yuan was deliberately changing the topic.

"I don't have that time!" the herb was applied to his shoulder, and it hurt to the bone. Han Chen gritted his teeth, the corners of his mouth trembled, and a nameless fire burst out in his heart.

Yan Wei and Wu Yuan didn't say anything anymore, just stood quietly on the side. After the wound was tied, Han Chen got dressed, suddenly looked at Yan Wei and asked, "Who did the sound of the flute at night?"

"It's a child!" Yan Wei took the matter on himself as usual.

Han Chen looked at him and asked suspiciously, "Why does he care so much about your Xiao Sheng?" Also, who is the young man with you in the garden?"

"Mingyue Qianli is a song that has been passed down from generation to generation by his master, and it is reasonable for him to care. As for the young man, he was the child's new friend. Because the mansion is under renovation, I will live in the village for the time being. Yan Wei replied cautiously. However, it is doubtful whether Han Chen has seen the with his own eyes.

"That's the case! It's late at night, you go back to rest first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow!" Han Chen seemed to accept his statement, and immediately sent Yan Wei to go with Wu Yuan.

Yan Wei bowed deeply to him and said, "Tomorrow morning, the child will come again to greet his father-in-law." Then, with Wu Yuan left.

As soon as they left, Han Chen knocked down the low table with a punch, and snorted angrily, "I'm old, my wings are hard, and I dare to play tricks with Lao Tzu." ”

**

Along the way, Yan Wei and Wu Yuan didn't say anything, and when they returned to the study, Wu Yuan asked Yan Wei, "Childe, do you think he will believe it?"

Yan Wei sighed and said, "Whether he believes it or not, she can't stay in Mengzhou City." The old man will investigate her in a moment. He would never allow anyone of unknown origin to stay here. ”

Wu Yuan thought of the old and the young, and sighed in his heart, where can she go if she is not here?