"What's wrong with you? Qinghuan?"

He saw that Gu Qinghuan's face became a little wrong, and asked suspiciously.

Gu Qinghuan came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing, I'll go see Rong An." ”

He said to Yin Qixiu, and before he could sit down, he turned to the door again and went out.

He looked for Yang Rong's figure on the corridor on the third floor, but he didn't see him, so Gu Qinghuan continued to go up, and there was no fourth floor, followed by the top floor, the top floor was not open to ordinary guests, but he saw Yang Rongan there.

"Childe, are you here again, don't you say it, our young lady doesn't see any outsiders, so don't come again, and don't send anything more......" In the middle of the stairs leading to the top floor, he was stopped by someone from the Jiang family, and it was Tang Huan, a maid who served Jiang Xian Song close to him on weekdays.

He was not annoyed or irritated, he was polite to Tang Huan, shook his head, and said sincerely: "No, no, there is no disturbance to Miss Jiang's heart, but this kind of thing is not an ordinary vulgar thing, it is a peerless guqin score, thinking that only Miss Jiang deserves to have it, so I came to give it to me, there is nothing else, the girl might as well take it to Miss Jiang to see, if she still refuses to accept it, it doesn't hurt to return it to the next." ”

How could Tang Huan not understand Jiang Xiange's love for the piano? So she left his things and sent him away, and she took them to Jiang Xiange to show them.

After Tang Huan went, Yang Rongan reluctantly looked at the already empty Qin Pavilion, and retreated backwards, not looking at his feet, and sure enough, he almost fell down the stairs, but fortunately he was supported by Gu Qinghuan, who rushed up, in time.

Thinking of his stupid appearance or being seen by Gu Qinghuan, Yang Rongan was a little embarrassed: "Qinghuan, why are you ......?"

Gu Qinghuan smiled: "Qi Xiu has been waiting for you there for a long time, who would have thought that you would come here by yourself to pay tribute to the beautiful woman?"

They walked down, Yang Rongan said embarrassedly: "Qinghuan, don't make fun of me, let's be honest, there is indeed someone I admire in this Jiangyue Building, I haven't seen his face, but listening to the sound of the piano, my heart yearns for it, I ask to see it many times, but there is no result, I don't know how to be good, I can only wait like this day by day, it's been two years, I'm afraid of your jokes on weekdays, but I have never said it......"

Gu Qinghuan no longer looked at him, lowered his eyes slightly, covered the look in his eyes, and sighed: "King Xiang is empty, the goddess has no dreams, this Miss Jiang family is famous in Chang'an, come to Jiangyue Tower, I don't know how many people are as obsessed as you, it can be seen who got his wish? Yang Shilang, Lord Yang, listen to the next words, it is better to have this dream earlier, don't look for trouble, it is useless to be affectionate." ”

Yang Rongan couldn't detect the unconcealable chill in his words for a while, thinking that he was just laughing at himself, "Eh, Qinghuan, you don't understand, although you can't see the face of the beautiful woman, just hearing the sound of the piano, Yang feels that this life is enough, what's the matter? I'm afraid that I will suffer for this delusion in this life, and I am willing to ...... it."

The two walked back to the third floor and met Consul Zhang head-on, Consul Zhang was familiar with Gu Qinghuan, so he greeted him and saluted, and was used to calling him Gu Gongzi, and Gu Qinghuan naturally returned the salute to him.

This made Yang Rongan look stupid, he looked at Gu Qinghuan with straight eyes, and asked, "It turns out that Qinghuan, do you know someone from Jiang Yuelou?"

Gu Qinghuan said: "It's not just acquaintance, it's familiarity." ”

When Consul Zhang saw him say so frankly, he also responded: "Gu Gongzi and my master's family are like a family. ”

"Then you also know Miss Jiang?" Yang Rongan exclaimed with some exaggeration.

Gu Qinghuan only smiled and did not answer, indicating acquiescence.

Consul Zhang said with a smile: "It's not just acquaintance, Gu Gongzi and my young lady are childhood sweethearts, and they grew up together. ”

Yang Rongan became excited, looking at Gu Qinghuan's eyes lit up, what an obsessed soulless person, grabbed his arm, and said, "Then Qinghuan, can you help me introduce me?" As long as I can see Miss Jiang, I will be grateful to Qinghuan......

Gu Qinghuan's complexion changed slightly. Consul Zhang didn't expect this to happen, he knew what Gu Qinghuan meant to Jiang Xiange, and when he paused slightly, he understood, and interjected: "It's really unfortunate, this son, our young lady just went out, and I can't see it." Moreover, our young lady has never seen outsiders, and if you want Gu Gongzi to introduce you, won't it make Gu Gongzi embarrassed? This thing is not feasible, and our young lady will be unhappy. ”

Yang Rongan's heart was gloomy again, and he lost his luster in an instant, "It's also ......."

Who thought that Tang Huan ran over at this time, and hurriedly said: "Yang Gongzi, Yang Gongzi, my young lady is invited!"

It's really a twist and turn, Yang Rong's peace of mind is surging, and he can't believe what he has heard in his ears.

Consul Zhang didn't expect to be exposed so quickly for a lame lie, and people who were nearly half a hundred years old blushed for a while.

But how can Yang Rongan take care of anything else? As soon as he heard Tang Huan say this, he was happy, and hurriedly followed Tang Huan upstairs, leaving behind Gu Qinghuan and Yin Qixiu.

Gu Qinghuan froze in place, looking at Yang Rongan's back, his eyes became colder and colder, and his face was very ugly.

Consul Zhang looked at him embarrassedly, he was silent, he said goodbye, turned around and entered the private room, without saying a word, snatched the wine jug from Yin Qixiu's hand and poured it into his mouth.

How could Yin Qixiu understand that he was depressed in his heart, so he could only drink with him, and both of them were drunk.

Yin Qixiu is an expert in drinking, and he has a large pocket, so he and Gu Qinghuan tasted the wine of Jiangyuelou, he was tasting it carefully, how could Gu Qinghuan be drunk.

Later, when it was getting late, someone from the Yin Mansion came to Yin Qixiu, and Yin Jiheng was anxious to find him to go back, and he had to say goodbye to Gu Qinghuan.

Gu Qinghuan let him go, leaving only a table of bottles and cans, and he was destined to get drunk alone.

I don't know how much I drank, I don't know how long it took, Gu Qinghuan was finally so drunk that he lost his mind, his body was also sore and uncomfortable, his brain was buzzing, the world was spinning, he felt that he was going to suffocate, and he couldn't live......

He supported his ethereal body, carried a pot of wine, walked out of the private room, still poured it into his mouth, shook a few steps, his eyes went black, and he fell on the corridor......

Gu Qinghuan didn't know what happened later, and when he raised his eyelids again, there was Jiang Xiange in front of him.

“…… Qinghuan is not good at music, but his poetry has always been a must, since childhood extraordinary talent, when I was a child, when I was not very literate, he was familiar with the four books and five classics, always when our little gentleman, teach me and Qingning Qingfeng to recognize and read, Qingfeng always deliberately teased him, he said "Chu Ci" is the best, Qingfeng is not to read "Book of Songs", he said Confucius Sage's "Spring and Autumn", Qingfeng is not to say "Analects", so angry that he cried, at that time he was ten years old, and loved to wipe tears, was so angry with his sister and brother that he couldn't do it, so he ran to my house, and refused to go home... …”

She sat on the couch where she was lying, laughing at anyone about their childhood, masked, but still able to feel her smile.

"Crying? Qinghuan still has a time like this? It's so funny. ”

Who is it? Who is also on the side of the couch, talking and laughing with her, and negotiating accordingly?

It's Yang Rong'an.

He opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Xiange silently.

Yang Rongan noticed that he was awake, and said happily: "Qinghuan, Miss Xiange, look, Qinghuan is awake!"

Jiang Xiange also turned to look at him, with a happy smile in his eyes, took away the towel on his forehead, directly probed the temperature of his forehead with his hand, frowned, and complained worriedly: "It's still very hot." Qinghuan, how do you feel? You are really foolish, how can you drink ice pear wine? You know that you can't touch pears, and you still drink so much? You fainted in Jiangyue Tower, if you want to be somewhere else, who can save you? You, you're too nonsense, I have to complain to my uncle......

Listening to her strange voice, seeing the way she was worried about herself, this long-lost concern, this long-lost warmth, made his heart finally feel a little comforted.

It's worth it, it's worth it.

Born with an allergy to pears, eating one can cost him half his life, but not long ago, when Yin Qixiu said that he wanted the pot of pear wine, he didn't say anything, and drank a small half pot by himself......

finally let her see herself, just like when he was a child, he had grievances, so he ran to her to accompany her, and she always took care of herself so gently.

Sometimes it's not as good as her sister and brother to attract her attention, and when she is left out, she deliberately falls, gets angry, and talks with the breeze......

It's just that I want her to come to my side and say: "Qinghuan, don't cry, Qinghuan is the best, it's not Qinghuan's, I believe you......"

Therefore, he can't let anyone take away the biggest dream and obsession of his little life.

He wants to see her, he wants to love her, he wants to be with her.

Even if it comes at the cost of hurting yourself, it's worth it.

It is not a pity to hurt others.

……

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.

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 two people in the room, Xian Ge and Qing Huan......

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. ”