Almighty Cultivation Supreme

"Zilong, there is something...... I don't know if I should mention it to you......"

The next day, Yuan Xi found Zhao Yun near the stables. Since he got the two horses of Tesira and Bierdi, Zhao Yun has come to feed them personally every day to enhance the relationship, and when the weather is good, he will take them out for a walk. Compared to when I first bought it, Teshira's fur looks even brighter. The hair of the two horses is much longer than that of ordinary Central Plains horses, and their eyes are also bright, and they look very straight.

Zhao Yun put a handful of grass in his hand, and the horse came to lick Zhao Yun's palm, looking very familiar.

Hearing Yuan Xi say this, Zhao Yun casually asked, "What is the matter?" Brother Yuan, you don't hurt to say it. ”

"I have a godsister who I just recognized, she looks 'okay' and has a gentle temper, but her life is not good, and her husband is gone at a young age. You said that such a young woman will have no support for the rest of her life, what should I do? ”

Zhao Yun said: "Just find another man to marry, since you look okay, there must be no shortage of people who come to ask for marriage." ”

Yuan Xi also took a handful of forage and tried to feed the horse, but the horse glanced at him, stunned that the forage in his hand was not uncommon, and turned his head to rub it on Zhao Yun's hand.

"But after all, if you marry once, no matter how good-looking you are, you won't get the attention of your husband's family, and maybe you have to be a concubine. Besides, if you remarry, you will be pointed at, so it's better to die alone than this. ”

Zhao Yun said: "Then how can you say that? She is the death of her husband, and she is not a traitor, how can she be looked down upon? ”

"There is another difficulty, she was born a little poor, and she used to be a singing and dancing girl in a big family. I also persuaded her to remarry, but she herself had many doubts, and she lacked such a man who dared to take responsibility......"

Zhao Yun said: "Why didn't Brother Yuan marry this poor woman himself?" ”

"Me?" Yuan Xi was stunned, shook his head and said: "I'm not the kind of person who likes three wives and four concubines, and Zhen Ji will also have opinions." The righteous sister I just recognized has a noble temperament and doesn't disdain to be a concubine, so I said that this matter is more troublesome. Speaking of this poor woman, not only does she have a crisp singing voice, but she also has a piano skill. It's just that his life experience is tortuous, and he doesn't like the world. A few days ago, she also said that she was going to find an empty mountain to live in seclusion, and she would forget it for the rest of her life. ”

Zhao Yun threw the grass in his hand, patted the dust on his palm, and said, "Who are you talking about?" Come, let me talk about it. Although my eloquence is not as good as Brother Yuan, I really can't look down on such a self-pitying woman. ”

Yuan Xi said mysteriously: "Come, come with me, I'll take you to meet her." ”

Before leaving, Zhao Yun hesitated a little again: "It's not okay to just go to see a widowed woman?" ”

"Stop talking nonsense...... Let's go—"

Zhao Yun followed him around and walked to a side room, not far from Yuan Xi's house. When I was still walking at the door, I heard one or two piano notes coming from inside, which seemed to contain infinite melancholy, and the tone was sad and solemn. In their minds, the two of them formed the appearance of a peerless and independent woman sitting alone with the piano in her arms.

Before he was ready, Zhao Yun was pulled into the room, and a white back figure stood facing the door, and only turned around when he heard footsteps. Only then did Zhao Yun know that he had been tricked, where was the godsister he had just recognized, and it was clearly the widow of the unparalleled general Lu Wenhou, the beautiful Diao Chan.

Yuan Xi said: "Sister Yi, Zilong has a few words to tell you...... I went out for my brother first, and you talked...... Zilong, don't go yet, didn't you just say that you have a lot to say......"

"I ......"

Zhao Yun had no choice but to stand in place, rubbing his hands nervously, and the idea of beating Yuan Xi swelled up for the first time.

Yuan Xi looked at him with a smile and went out the door humming a little song.

For a moment, both men in the room were silent and did not speak.

In the end, Diao Chan seemed to be chatting casually: "The second son is very witty, and he insists on recognizing a righteous brother and sister with the slave family, originally the slave family was a few years older, but he had to pretend to be big, so he became a brother." ”

Zhao Yundao: "Yes...... Oh, yes...... I'm actually older than him, and he always calls me Brother Zilong......"

Diao Chan seemed to smile intentionally or unintentionally, unlike the Yuan Mansion that had just been robbed, Diao Chan at this time seemed to have let go of the burden in his heart and became a lot softer, and the indignation on his face had also decreased a lot, but the plain white clothes seemed to announce to the outside world that he was still a surviving person.

Zhao Yun didn't dare to look at her rudely, but his heartbeat was always fast, and the sweat in his palms came out. You know, even in the face of thousands of troops, he will not frown, where will he be as nervous as now. He remembered the beautiful woman in front of him, who lay on his shoulder that night, and although he didn't know his fate, he didn't say a word, and exhaled like an orchid. I don't know if it was at that moment, my heart seemed to be pulled up suddenly, and then it hung all the time.

It's just that the difference between the identities of the two sides is too big, and she already has a place in her heart. The man who was famous all over the world was like a huge shadow cast on his heart. Even if that man is no longer alive, how can he be such a villain who takes advantage of the void? But she wants to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests and talk about this life. Zhao Yun fell into a contradiction.

"General Zilong, what do you have to say to me?"

"I ...... I ......" Zhao Yun suddenly remembered Yuan Xi's words, and said: "Madam actually doesn't need to feel sorry for herself, with the idea of living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, in fact, ...... In fact...... "He is a rough man, and he is not so particular about speaking, and he immediately repeated what Yuan Xi said just now, and said: "Actually, this world is still very beautiful, and there are many good men in the world......

He was suddenly stunned, it seemed very rude to say this, the other party was a woman who had just lost her husband, and it was really disrespectful for her husband to say this.

Diao Chan lowered his head and looked at the piano on the table, and said, "Do you think so...... General Zilong, the slave family suddenly wants to play the piano, can you sit down and listen to my song? ”

What the? Playing tunes? Zhao Yun's head grew all of a sudden, he didn't know anything about music and rhythm, and when the time came, he was asked, what should he do.

When he was still distressed, the crisp sound of the piano rose on the ground, and then became softer, Zhao Yun only felt that there was a grass land in front of him, far away, the field of vision was boundless, and the scenery of the wind blowing the grass and seeing the cattle and sheep was low.

The ethereal voice came out: "Qingqing Zijin, relax my heart." Even if I don't go, Zining won't make a sound? Qingqingzi Pei, I think about it. Even if I don't go, Zining won't come? Picky and embarrassed, in the city. Not seen for a day, like March. ”

After the sound is gone, everything dissipates into nothingness. When Zhao Yun woke up, Diao Chan was no longer in front of him, and on the piano, it seemed that the strings were still vibrating slightly.

Zhao Yun sat stunned and savored for a long time, he didn't understand the rhythm of music, but this time he seemed to be enlightened, that kind of tune, that kind of rhythm, made him, a layman, feel the same way. This should be Diao Chan's sincere feelings of missing her deceased husband. In her heart, for that man, it is always unforgettable.

Sure enough, I still thought too much, Yuan Xi's words were not credible, so let's reduce the meeting in the future.