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In order to avoid Lin Yinfei's situation from happening again, Qinglan changed her way and asked Thirteen about the person who played the piano in disguise.

(I can't help but complain about the author: Does your IQ be used for beauty and eating?) ）

Thirteen didn't think much about it, but pulled away the wine glass that Qinglan was playing with in his hand, "Don't drink anymore." "I handed over a cup of tea.

Qinglan took the tea, and at the same time swept around the newly worn flower and grass pattern wrench (so commotionous), she stared at Thirteen intently for a long time, and then realized that he seemed to be different.

That's right, it's different, it seems that since the cold war between the two, Thirteen has begun to pay attention to his appearance and dress.

Qinglan smiled sweetly at him, her eyes were quite playful, good guy, do you know that it stinks beautiful?!

Thirteen's face was a little hot, it must be because he had drunk wine just now. He looked away unnaturally, looked at the man playing the piano and said, "This is Prince Yu's new popular horn, named Liu Rusheng." ”

What Qinglan wants to know most is who the lyrics of the song just now are, "This song sounds very special. ”

"Well," said Thirteen, who had already heard it once on other occasions, "I heard that it was written by a new female musician, called... What is it called? ”

The Dream Thief?

Qinglan's heart tightened, this name sounded like a fellow countryman.

"Female musician?" Do you still have female musicians in the court?

"Well, big... Recommended by the Five Princes. Thirteen almost agreed.

You know that?! Qinglan looked at him with wide eyes, what else did you not know!

Thirteen touched his nose, this matter was really a coincidence, he happened to be in the palace that day, and he didn't go to inquire on purpose, "Why don't I take you to see a play?" It was written by the Nightmare thief. ”

"Okay!" In Qinglan's arms, she was thinking about finding a reason to meet this fellow, otherwise she would not be sure.

"Speaking of which, she still has some connection to us." Thirteen remembered the origin of this female musician, and mentioned it absently.

"What's the connection?" Qinglan's first reaction was extreme rejection, she was afraid that fellow was an impure person.

"Do you remember the Qu family's case?"

"Qu Keyuan?"

"Exactly, this dream thief is one of the few remaining descendants of the Qu family, her real name is Qu Wanying."

"Huh?" The name sounds like the main character, is the other party also wearing a womb?

"This is the case that Zhao Ji handled in the first place." Thirteen didn't notice Qinglan's abnormality, and thought she was just just curious.

It's a small world...

"How old is the Dream Thief?" Qinglan's clenched palms were sweaty.

Thirteen thought back to the little girl he saw that day, "It seems... It's about the same size as you, just—" Thirteen glanced at Qinglan up and down, "a head shorter than you." ”

Anyway, you're a girl who's a little too tall... Thinking of this, Thirteen straightened his waist, well, he was still shorter than Ye.

No way!?! As big as yourself? Qinglan's heart tightened.

******

Qinglan doesn't like to listen to operas, when she was in Weixian, there were often Yangge twisters or singing big operas at temple fairs, and many children were scrambling to squeeze in front of people. She was the only one who never cared about this, but was busy looking for food.

Later, when she came to Jinan, even though Minghuju was next to her barbecue stall, she never went in.

But even if she is an out-and-out layman, she can see the theater in front of her...... It doesn't seem to look like a product of this era.

"It's ...... Theater? "Don't bully me, I'm from the countryside, so I haven't seen the world.

"Uh...... (It's a shame, this weird-looking building is the masterpiece of my own uncle) Yes, this is the construction of Prince Yu. ”

"Could it be that Prince Yu ......" is also a fellow countryman, I will go, and the capital is really full of "talents".

"A foreign friend helped design it." Thirteen felt that the appearance of this theater was a bit similar - the underground palace (the eighteenth-floor one) seen in Weixian.

No wonder, Qinglan took a closer look, the building in front of her was a typical Barot style, but it was just ...... The image of these demigods in the West...... She instantly thought of a certain KTV in modern times.

Uncle Huang's aesthetic is really strange, the more Thirteen looks at it, the more he wants to cover his face.

"It's special." Qinglan felt that the Chinese were extremely receptive.

Fortunately, it's all familiar inside, but-

"...... this?" Qinglan felt a little uncomfortable with the decorations in the theater.

"Uh...... Later changed. Thirteen found the problem at a glance, he had been visiting the opera garden for more than ten years, and the usual ones could not have these at all...... Uh, architectural legacies.

"Yo, two distinguished guests, we haven't ...... here yet" A young man who looked like a shopkeeper stepped forward, obviously, he thought that the two young people in front of him had come to see the play.

Thirteen made a gesture to show that he knew the play hadn't started yet, "We're here to find Mr. Nightmares." ”

The young shopkeeper had such an expression on his face, and he opened his mouth to refuse.

"Don't talk to you about any rules." Thirteen sleeves snapped his wrist, and a small dark sign flashed by, and the shopkeeper's expression changed greatly, and he was busy and said "please".

Tut-tut... Qinglan blinked, the privileged class is just different, it's very "difficult" for people to say "no" to you.

"It's just..." Seeing that he was about to enter the small courtyard at the back, the shopkeeper's face was embarrassed, "There are guests in Mr.'s house at this time..."

Qinglan raised her eyebrows, this female musician seemed to be quite popular with everyone.

******

"The old man has a reluctant request." The words and deeds of the righteous old general make it difficult for people to believe his actual age.

"Old general, please speak." Qu Wanying has a lot of respect for the old general, but then again, there are a few people in Quan Dashun who don't respect the old general. It's just that...

"The old man has watched Mr.'s drama." To be precise, he watched this drama three times.

Qu Wanying's cheeks were crimson, just plagiarized, and if you praise me again, I will be exposed.

"I don't know... Sir, where did this idea come from? The old general asked very seriously.

"Huh?" Qu Wanying paused, "This..."Can I say that it is a reference from Andersen?

"The old man wants to ask Mr. for a favor." General Yi is also thinking about how to speak, after all, this way of helping is really incredible.

"Yay?" Qu Wanying was stunned again.

"Sir, my grandfather left home at a young age, and he lost his memory after an accidental severe injury, if Mr. can..."

Before Sun Tzu finished speaking, the old general suddenly shouted: "Who's outside!" ”

scared Qu Wanying in the house and Shu Qinglan outside the house.

Qing Lan rolled her eyes half a circle and found the position of thirteen: Hard stubble, do you know it?

Thirteen said in his heart: Bad bird~ Listening to the swollen voice, it looks like a righteous old general!

As soon as she opened the door, Qinglan breathed a sigh of relief, acquaintances, apple face!

If it were someone else, one of the two sides would definitely leave first, and if Thirteen was not the prince, then he was the one who should leave.

Thirteen is thirteen, so the five of them met awkwardly.

Appleface let Thirteen and Qinglan into the house, and the four of them sat together, Qu Wanying only felt that she was redundant.

Li Shisan she knew, but she didn't understand why the grandson of the old general, the little general, would call the thirteenth prince the thirteenth master.

Maybe it was to avoid suspicion, she secretly thought that it must be because of herself, a low-level outsider, but as everyone knows, she has already seen the Thirteen Princes.

Obviously, the old general Yi also thought so, he felt that the girl next to the Thirteenth Prince did not necessarily know the true identity of the people around him.

Why hide it? The old general couldn't help but look at Qinglan twice.

At the same time, there were three other people who secretly looked at Qinglan, and for a while, their eyes were focused on Qinglan.

Thirteen was a little nervous, for fear that the old general would betray himself with a title, but fortunately, the little general had the eyesight.

Appleface is very curious, how could the thirteenth prince appear here with a girl dressed as a student, could it be that this girl also has amnesia, it's a pity. Hey? Why does this girl look so kind?

Qu Wanying simply felt that this girl had a good-looking face, a goose egg face with a little baby fat, and a pair of big eyes that were shining. She has no resistance to beautiful things at all, and the truth licks her face to hold someone's hand: Beauty (yier), let's be friends.

Fortunately, these eyes did not interfere with Qinglan, and her desertion drove far away.

That's right, when she glanced around the room, she began to stare at the old general.

This is the god of war of Dashun!

The voice is really loud.

Hey? It's just that this voice, why does it sound so familiar?

It's the first time we've met...

Thirteen finally noticed the strangeness of his little friend, and he pretended to inadvertently slap Qinglan's elbow.

Qinglan immediately came back to her senses, and happened to hear Thirteen asking, "Did the old general also come to ask Mr. Qu to compose music?" (The reason for this is that Thirteen and Qinglan discussed it on the way.) ）

Apple's face was unnatural for a while, but it was the old general Yi, who smiled and didn't care: "It's to ask Mr. Qu to see a doctor." ”

Qinglan's head twisted to the female musician for a moment: This colleague is still a doctor?

Qu Wanying's eyes widened and she looked around: Who? Who to see?

"Haha..."The old general was amused by Qu Wanying's expression, and before he could say this just now, he was interrupted by the thirteen and twelve people. Old man..."

General Yi repeated the amnesia after Rong, "Now I just want to return to my roots, and I don't know if there is anyone in the family who knows the old man..."

Speaking of the back end, the old general's expression was lonely. A serious illness made him see a lot of things clearly, and now there is only one grandson left, if there is no maintenance of relatives, just relying on the mercy and compassion of the royal family... He didn't dare to bet on such an outcome.

The god of war also has an unknown sadness, Qinglan really wants to help General Yilao, but... She handed Qu Wanying a look, and the latter obviously understood, but showed a wry smile.

Qu Wanying: I really don't know how to heal... I'm a musician.

Qinglan: Isn't there a treatment for mental illness called music therapy? Give it a try!

The old general was keenly aware of the eyebrows and eyes of the two little girls.

"It's okay," his tone was more like self-comforting, "Xu is the old man who has killed too much in his life, so he sent me to hell and a nameless wild ghost..."

"Grandfather!" Apple's face was wide, "Grandchild will definitely find a way..."

The old general waved his hand, "Let it be fate." ”

"Old general," a voice in Qinglan's heart that was about to burst into tears shouted, "Do you talk in your dreams when you sleep?" ”

The people present stared at Qinglan strangely.

"That..."Qinglan's eyes were clear, "I heard that when people talk in their dreams, they speak in their hometown. ”

Appleface's eyes lit up suddenly, and he looked at the old general with anticipation.

"The old man doesn't talk in his dreams." What are you kidding, how can a general talk in his dreams, in case of leaking military secrets!

(⊙o⊙)…

Apple's face collapsed again.

"Little girl, your accent doesn't sound like a person from the capital." General Yi thought this little girl was very interesting, the girls in the capital were all fake, he wanted to be able to watch his only grandson get married before he died, if it was...

"I'm from Weixian County, Shandong!" Qinglan deliberately replied in dialect, intending to liven up the atmosphere.

Zi'er-The head of the old general suddenly seemed to be pierced through the temple by an Emei thorn, no, the last time I got sick, it wasn't like this.

He stabilized his mind and said with a smile: "Weixian, where is Weixian?" "Shandong's soldiers are the best, and he has a lot of Shandong's under his command, but most of them are in the Luxi region.

"It's Weixian County." Qinglan suddenly felt a little homesick, "The meat we have there is delicious, the radish is fried with chili, if you eat it, the radish will be tea, and you will be hungry after a while..."

"Hahahaha......"

Obviously, what people said was very serious, but it made a room full of people laugh.

"What do you do?" General Yi is really curious now, what kind of parents and families can raise such a delicate little girl.

"My grandfather is the second shopkeeper of the shoe store, my father is Xiucai, my mother is a cook, and my grandfather's family runs a grocery store." Qinglan proudly straightened up her little waist, the working people are the most glorious, I am proud!

Zi'er- The feeling of pins and needles returned, and the old general shook a little, and he quickly covered up, "Grocery store? ”

"Hmm!" Qinglan thought that she must have been wrong in the last second, "Pan Ji grocery store!" My grandfather's... General Yi Lao!! ”

Boom - the old general only felt that something had bloomed in his head, blood-colored flowers, splashed everywhere.

When I arrived, there was chaos in the house.

******

"Waiting for my news at home, I have already asked someone to deliver the letter, so that my uncle can hurry back quickly." Thirteen frowned, thinking about whether to go to the eldest brother or enter the palace first.

Qinglan bit her lip and didn't speak, she responded silently, and walked back unconsciously.

The scene just now is still in my mind for a long time, which sentence is wrong!

The old general's face was flushed and fainted, and the apple face looked like he was about to eat people... Qinglan couldn't help but flinch: Why don't you go back to Weixian, the capital is too scary, and you, a little ant, may lose your life at any time...

Walking and walking, Qinglan saw a familiar face, but it was surrounded by a bunch of strangers, with colorful lights, so lively.

Looking up again, the familiar strokes of the word "Shu" made Qinglan once again sure that this was her own.

She stepped forward quickly and asked loudly, "What are you doing?! ”

Suddenly, a person got out of the luxurious carriage at the door, staring at him with a smile.

It's him!

Qinglan's head ached violently, and it was really Fu Wushuangzhi-