The girl that day, after saying the sentence "Brother Yu", left Yang Qingjue's residence like a smart fairy, leaving him alone to think.

Ye Qinzhu remembered......

I remembered that night, and remembered the conversation between the ignorant girl and him.

Since that day, she hasn't been seen again.

Yang Qingjue held a cup of white jade tea cup in her hand, watching the white mist float out and disperse.

He was a little worried, would Ye Qinzhu draw a clear line with him because of what he said in the conversation that day?

"Wait for you, if it's still like this. As long as I'm alive then, you'll have no worries for the rest of your life. ”

Speaking of which, Ye Qinzhu is still two years old and sixteen.

He opened his mouth and let out a silent laugh.

Time passed so fast, in front of those clear autumn eyes, he could no longer find the shadow of the little girl in red.

But now Ye Qinzhu, he doesn't hate it.

Three rhythmic knocks sounded, Yang Qingjue put down the tea bowl, and turned his gaze calmly to the wooden door.

"Who. ”

Yang Qingyun: Or are you an Anguo who has made a big move recently?

"I, Ye Qinzhu. ”

Ye Qinzhu stood in front of the door, feeling Yang Qingjue's spiritual power trying to drive her away, and stubbornly nailed herself to the ground.

The name was reported, and there was a quick response inside.

Yang Qingjue opened the door and looked at her in disbelief. There was surprise in his eyes, but also a little joy.

"Why are you here again?" he blurted out subconsciously, "I thought you ......"

"I think you are taking advantage of the little girl's ignorance and taking the opportunity to rub the oil?" Ye Qinzhu held the bamboo flute in his arms, and the smile on his face was quiet, "Yang Qingjue, I remember that your premise was 'if you are still like this'." ”

"If I'm stupid all my life, the Seven Princes have indeed provided me with a safe haven. With the backing of the royal family, even if it becomes a ...... Widows, there are not necessarily people who dare to bully. ”

"However, in front of you now is the conscious third lady Ye Qinzhu. Ye Qinzhu bent the corners of his eyes, and his smile spread, "Without the help of the Seven Princes, Ye Qinzhu can break through the Xiuyi Continent by himself." ”

Yang Qingjue opened his mouth in vain, but swallowed the words he was about to say back into his stomach.

"Actually, I'm curious. Secretly rubbed forward, "Why did you have the intention of marrying a stupid girl like me at that time?"

No matter how bad the congenital conditions are, Yang Qingjue is the seventh prince of Ningguo, and it is not difficult to get the right family.

But the thirteen-year-old Seventh Prince would actually fall in love with a silly girl, which made Ye Qinzhu think about it and couldn't figure it out.

"Freemasonry. ”

"Huh?"

"It's just ......" Yang Qingjue silently glanced at Ye Qinzhu, the girl's expression was shocked, a little laughable, "Sympathy for the same disease, just feel it." ”

Liar, Ye Qinzhu muttered to himself.

But she obviously didn't come to Yang Qingjue for this matter, she lifted the things in her hand, and was about to speak, but Yang Qingjue took over the conversation first.

"Speaking of which, your name for me has been hovering between 'Yang Qingjue' and 'Seven Princes', right?"

Yang Qingjue, who was polite a second ago, suddenly showed a wicked smile, almost making Ye Qinzhu realize that Yang Qingjun was possessed.

"In the past, it was obvious that you asked me not to have sex with you, but now your title shows that you have a grudge against me. ”

He lost a look, and there was a hint of agility in his eyes that were like stagnant water in the past.

Ye Qinzhu suddenly felt strange before, wondering why Yang Qingjue had changed so much. But now it seems that there is not much distance between him and the cold boy.

has always maintained the humility of a gentleman, but he lacks the great sorrows and joys of ordinary people.

Although he is not angry or bored, he never really gets close.

What is the difference between such a person and an iceberg that no one should enter?

And now Yang Qingjue, who raised her eyebrows, finally looks like a living person.

"Then what do you want me to call Brother Jue?" Ye Qinzhu took the flute with his backhand and crossed his waist to slap him.

"That's a good name......

"Refuted!" Ye Qinzhu simply refuted Yang Qingjue in all the ways she could think of, "You are not my eldest brother, why should I call you like this." ”

"It's not called brother, what is it called?" Yang Qingjue leaned against the door frame with her hands crossed, and her tall and thin figure pulled out a long oblique shadow.

"Can't think of it?" Ye Qinzhu pouted and thought about the title, but the person who asked the question over there became leisurely, "It seems that the wisdom of the bamboo girl is useless." ”

Why is it so easy to be called a nickname by your own name!

Jue...... Childe ...... "As soon as she thought of calling the word "Jue", Ye Qinzhu instantly felt that her cheeks were burning, she added a title in the back, and quickly handed the bamboo flute to Yang Qingjue's nose.

"Jue Gongzi, I almost forgot to get down to business. I've come to you this time to ask you for advice. ”

"Rhythm?"

"yes. Ye Qinzhu nodded violently, pitiful, "It is said that Lingwu and the master need to fit closely, but I have a musical instrument in my hand, although the palace merchant corner Zhengyu is all around, but he can't blow a complete tune, how embarrassing it is......"

"I remember that bamboo is difficult to lyrical, it is a good song. ”

"It's so representative. Ye Qinzhu pointed and explained, "When the time comes, when I blow, everyone will know that it is me, won't I have no concealment at all?"

After saying that, she carefully observed Yang Qingjue to take the flute, and then took out her one from the stone, and stood behind Yang Qingjue obediently.

Yang Qingjue held the bamboo flute in his hand and turned around and entered the house.

He stretched out his hand and motioned for Ye Qinzhu to sit beside him, shook off a piece of rice paper casually, and picked up a pen and book.

He seems to have a knack for memorization, and all kinds of scores appear on a thin sheet of white paper.

Ye Qinzhu, who urgently revised Xiu Yi's Continent's musical score, could only open his eyes wide, recognizing every word written by Yang Qingjue.

When the last point of the elegant and free font like a book fell, Yang Qingjue rolled up his sleeves, put the brush on the inkstone, pointed to the first score, and said to Ye Qinzhu:

"Blow, blow, look. ”

Ye Qinzhu had just had time to finish reading the beginning of the last song, and was caught off guard by being named, so he could only obediently put the flute to his lips and stumble to blow the scales that jumped out one after another.

She is holding an ordinary flute today, so she doesn't have to worry about the overflow of spiritual power. But no matter what type of flute it is, it can't hide the player's congenital defects, Ye Qinzhu is blowing, only to feel that his face is getting redder and redder.

"This music is obviously melodious, but you blow out a cheerful rhythm, bamboo's innovative talent is really good. Yang Qingjue supported the bookcase with her elbows and praised insincerely.

The girl who was praised glared at him fiercely, lowered her head and began to proofread word by word, and started blowing again when she was ready.

When the girl was finally able to play a tune more fluently, Yang Qingjue put the bamboo flute between her lips, and the smooth rhythm flowed from her flexible fingertips.

Whether it was breath or fingers, Ye Qinzhu felt that he was being despised fiercely.

The man's eyes drooped, and his eyelashes covered his pitch-black beads.

For the first time, Ye Qinzhu admired Yang Qingjue's flute in a real sense, she no longer made a sound, and even held her breath, for fear of disturbing the quiet melody.

"Why did you stop?" The man who had created such a wonderful atmosphere stopped playing and turned his head to look at Ye Qinzhu.

Ye Qinzhu leaned on the table with his head propped up, accidentally meeting his eyes.

"You're blowing so nicely, I'm stupid. After a moment's thought, she smiled.