It was Zhang Ling who saw him fainting in the corridor in advance, and when he saw that the situation was not right, he hurriedly sent him to the guest room in the backyard of the Jiang family for placement. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This interrupted Jiang Xiange's first meeting with Yang Rongan.

Jiang Xiange understood the reason why he fainted, sent someone to ask for a doctor, and personally took care of him, Yang Rongan was not at ease, so he stayed and helped her take care of Gu Qinghuan.

After his condition stabilized, they waited here for him to wake up, although it was the first time they met, but because of their similar interests, mutual appreciation, and Gu Qinghuan's intermediate connection, the two talked more and more happily, easy-going.

After Gu Qinghuan woke up, their attention was all on him, Jiang Xiange was busy for him, how could he bother to talk about piano music with Yang Rongan?

Later, Yang Rongan asked if he wanted to send Gu Qinghuan to the Hui Mansion, hinting that it might be inappropriate to stay here in the number of courtesies.

Gu Qinghuan remained silent, lying calmly, enjoying Jiang Xiange's meticulous care.

He was dazed, lying on his side on the pillow, curled up, expressionless, as if he had woken up from sleep.

It's like a child who is not feeling well and ignores others, silently protesting, but in fact it is a silent show-off.

Jiang Xiange responded to Yang Rongan's words: "It's okay, Qinghuan is family." His condition has not improved yet, it is not suitable for bumping, it is better to stay here, I have already asked people to inform Uncle Gu, I think his father and sister will come here in a short time...... It's getting late, Yang Gongzi should go home first, don't worry, we will take good care of Qinghuan. ”

Yang Rongan smiled awkwardly, not wanting to be bored, and asked Gu Qinghuan to recuperate, and then return to the ministry when he was well, and then he said goodbye to Jiang Xiange.

This young man, who has a long-term wish, has another important task.

Jiang Xiange returned to the guest room, replaced Gu Qinghuan's cooling cloth, and wiped his cheeks lightly.

Gu Qinghuan gradually raised his eyes, and his deep eyes looked at her intently.

"That man...... Who is it?" he began.

Jiang Xiange thought he was asking Yang Rong'an, who had just left, and said with a smile while helping him sit up: "Qinghuan is really sick and confused? That's Yang Gongzi, your superior, Lord Yang, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, don't you remember this?"

Tang Huan brought the medicinal soup in, Jiang Xiange picked it up, strained it with a porcelain spoon and cooled it, ready to feed him.

There were only the two of them left in the room, and Gu Qinghuan spoke up weakly again: "I'm not asking him, I'm trying to know ...... Who's that person in you?"

Jiang Xian Singer shook, the porcelain spoon fell into the bowl, splashing the bitter medicinal soup, she shook her head and said: "Qinghuan, don't think about it, I don't have anyone ...... in my heart."

She didn't look at him directly, but her heart was weak, and she did lie to him.

Gu Qinghuan said stubbornly: "I don't believe it...... String Song, do you like someone else, don't you? That's why you won't marry me......"

Jiang Xiange disguised: "Don't be like this, Qinghuan, you think too much, there is no such person...... Don't be cranky, let's drink the medicine first......"

She scooped up the medicinal soup and handed it to his lips, but he turned his face away, his weak face was full of stubbornness and unwillingness.

When she tried again, he turned around again, pursed his lips tightly, and was stunned to turn drinking medicine into drinking poison.

Jiang Xiange understands what a tough person he is in his bones, and he is so seriously ill, he completely ignores his reason, and he doesn't give him an explanation, I'm afraid he won't drink a drop of medicine.

She didn't try anymore, but put down the medicine bowl, "Qinghuan ......"

He looked at her, searching for the sincerity in her eyes.

"If it's impossible for me and you, then it's even more impossible for me and others, so you don't have to worry about ......"

Should he be happy, or downright sad?

She vetoed herself, and she vetoed the world, what did she want?

He couldn't see clearly, he couldn't think clearly.

"What about Yang Rong'an?" he asked.

She smiled and shook her head: "Qinghuan, you misunderstood." ”

"I may misunderstand you, but I won't misunderstand him. He's in love with you, String Song. He said indifferently.

"No, he won't. ”

Jiang Xiange untied the veil, revealing the whole picture, the long willow leaf-shaped scar had fallen off the scab and turned pink, becoming a more entrenched trace, becoming a part of her face, cutting through her beauty, so that of course the face of the world was gone, obstructing the eyes and hurting people.

"That's how I saw him today. Qinghuan, now I can scare away those who say they admire me by simply untying the veil, which is more effective than any refusal. Do you think you would be tempted to see such a respectful man?"

"I just want to thank him for his kindness...... as well as dispelling his illusions. ”

Seeing her so determined, he smiled, as if he was laughing at an innocent child: "Xiange, Xiange, you still don't know yourself too much......"

He laboriously raised his hand and touched her cheek, stroking the scar with his fingertips, "Does it hurt?"

She lowered her eyes, "It doesn't hurt anymore." ”

"But I am in pain......" he stared at her, affection unabashedly from his gaze, but overwhelmed her.

"When I see you, my heart hurts......" His other hand covered the back of her hand, took her hand, and put it on his heart, "Xiange, you always make my heart ache......"

She tried to suppress herself, tried not to show her face, and refused to give herself the slightest breathing room.

The palm of his hand was against his thin middle coat, and he clearly felt what a fiery heart was under this flesh and blood, and what a strong love he was confessing to her.

But she couldn't.

Before she could say "I'm sorry," there was a knock on the door.

"Qinghuan?"

Hearing this voice, her whole body trembled, and she instantly withdrew the hand that was being held by Gu Qinghuan.

"Uncle is here, I'll open the door. She got up in a bit of a panic, put on her veil, and walked briskly towards the door, feeling relieved.

When she opened the door and saw the other three members of the Gu family, she just did as usual: "Uncle, Qingning, Qingfeng, come in, Qinghuan is inside......"

Gu Qingxuan walked inside, and then he realized that there were only Xian Ge and Qing Huan in the room......

Thinking that he might have spoiled his son's great opportunity, he was annoyed.

So after that, he didn't plan to take Gu Qinghuan back.

Jiang Hechuan came back and learned about the situation, and he didn't let the Gu family take him away.

They all wanted to create opportunities for Gu Qinghuan, and after a while, they found various reasons to leave Gu Qinghuan behind, and the Gu family also asked Jiang Xiange to take good care of him.

So Gu Qinghuan stayed at Jiang's house to recuperate, and the doctor said that he was quite serious, and Jiang Xiange didn't dare to be sloppy, so he could only take care of him wholeheartedly.

Jiang Xiange still guessed wrong, Yang Rongan didn't give up on her at all.

Instead, it was out of control.

In the name of visiting Gu Qinghuan, he came to Jiang Yuelou almost every day to discuss music theory with Jiang Xiange, play the piano and blow the flute, cautiously, and painstakingly approached her, trying to impress her.

Jiang Xiange treats him in general, but he appreciates his more elegant personality and superb musical skills, and respects him as Gu Qinghuan's superior, and only has ordinary interactions with him.

……

After living in Jiang's house for a few days, Gu Qinghuan was idle, listening to music and reading books from time to time, eliminating a lot of irritability when he had just entered the officialdom, his heart gradually became calm, his heart was precipitated, and he reflected on all kinds of things, and he matured a little more, which can be regarded as a relatively comfortable life.

Leave the officialdom for a while and settle at ease. Sometimes, in the backyard of the Jiang family, watching the string song sencha and fuqin, and watching her light veil blowing in the breeze, he would also think in distraction, why don't you just do it? What kind of fame and fortune are you fighting for? Guess what kind of false truth?

It's better to live your life calmly and comfortably like this.

Really, he always thought that as long as Xian Ge spoke, as long as she nodded, he was willing to leave all this behind, and chose to stay by her side without hesitation.

None of them will be harmed, and none of them will be sad.

In this life, the breeze and the moon, the silk strings are accompanied by ink, and the red sleeves add fragrance, which is also happy.

But he knew she wouldn't, she never would.

She may choose such a life, but she will not choose him.

String song, string song......

On the evening of the evening of dusk, the sound of the piano on the Jiangyue upstairs is lingering, a song "Flower Moon Night" is clear and pleasant, so that people's hearts and minds are flying, the wonderful thing is that the downstairs suddenly rises and the sound of Xiao is harmonious, the guest is like a cloud to Jiangyue Tower, the world sings the piano and flute song, if there is a peach source in Chang'an City, it must be in this music.

He was still a little weak, or because he had drunk poisonous wine before, this time he was much sicker, and it was difficult for him to get better, holding a book in his hand, leaning alone on the waterfront verandah in the backyard of the Jiang family, closing his eyes and recuperating, and listening to the music.

"Qinghuan, it's time to go back. ”