Receiving the invitation of Nangong Lao Shangshu, Li Wuqian was a little surprised, but the elders of the three dynasties of the Nangong family, the ministers of the old generations, still have to give this face.

Nangong Bo invited him, but it was just to talk about gossip and talk about family life, and Li Wuqian always felt that he had some intentions, and he didn't figure it out for a while.

"Your Majesty, please come here."

Compared with the imperial garden of the palace, although the back garden of Nangong's house is much smaller, it is better than exquisite, the small bridge flowing water, rockery pavilions, meandering, and a large pale green chrysanthemum on the side of the bridge has attracted his attention.

"That's ......"

Nangong Bo smiled slightly and said: "That's the chrysanthemum of Fusang, the old minister invited the emperor to come up, and he came to appreciate this chrysanthemum." The emperor came to see. ”

There is an elegant and fresh fragrance floating in the air, and the chrysanthemums are as clear as jade, and as beautiful as a green phoenix, which is really a wonder.

"This variety is called Jasper Silver Phoenix."

Silver phoenix silver phoenix, attracting phoenix and attracting phoenix, Nangong Bo smiled in his heart.

"It's really elegant!" He praised.

"This chrysanthemum is dried to make tea, and it is also fragrant and elegant." Nangong Bo stroked his beard, and there was a smug look in his eyes.

At this time, the ethereal sound of the piano came from nowhere, and the sound of the piano seemed to come from the sky, elegant and beautiful. Hearing this piano sound, it is natural to know that the Tao is played by a woman, which makes people curious, what kind of beauty will be able to play such a piano sound?

Perhaps, Nangong Bo's purpose is on this woman, but such a touching piano sound really makes him curious.

Following the sound of the piano, walking along the small bridge, I saw an elegant piano platform beside a nullah, the translucent white yarn fluttering in the wind on all sides, and a woman in Tsing Yi was faintly sitting in the piano platform, Tsing Yi was like clear water, light and moving with the wind. The wind blows the curtain, and occasionally I see the woman's long black hair dancing lightly, which is touching.

As the piano approached, the sound of the piano abruptly stopped.

The woman raised her head in surprise and looked at the man in the bright yellow brocade dress opposite through the veil. At this time, Nangong Bo had long since lost sight of where he had gone.

Xiao Wuqi looked at the position where he was standing just now, and said in his heart, this old fox slipped away quickly, and it really had another purpose.

Through the curtain, it was a little blurry, but the woman's sudden upward movement made him feel startled, and she raised her hand and foot, giving him a sense of déjà vu.

He strode forward and lifted the curtain, and the woman slowly rose from the stool.

With bright eyes and picturesque eyebrows, she is really a beautiful woman. It's just that seeing such a beautiful woman makes him a little depressed.

She has a noble bearing, bright and radiant, like a peony in the garden of wealth, very different from Ning Su's gentleness and elegance, why did he have such an illusion just now.

Maybe he was often looking for that familiar shadow, causing a misunderstanding.

"Nangong Xi see the emperor."

A gentle and elegant voice sounded, the voice was not similar at all, and Wu Wuqi couldn't help but be disappointed, was he crazy? Why did you look for Ning Su's shadow in this woman?

Lately, however, he had a hunch that she seemed to be very close to him, yet far away.

"You are Nangong Xi?" I didn't know that Nangong Bo had a granddaughter, but I didn't expect it to be her.

Her eyes kept down, avoiding his gaze, which made him feel a little strange.

"Look up."

Nangong Xi slowly raised her eyes, and suddenly touched his gaze, and her heart couldn't help but stir, although she was a forbearant and rational character, but when they met again a year later, her eyes were sour.

Why is his face so thin? Why does he look so much more vicissitudes than before? It's only been a year.

She looked at her strangely, and he felt a hint of sadness and pain.

"Have you seen me?" He asked, confused.

"No, never." She opened her eyes, but her throat choked, "It's windy outside, and the little girl is weak, please retreat first." ”

There is naturally no reason for her to keep her, looking at her weak body, she really can't resist the wind and the sun.

"Go down." He sighed inwardly.

Seeing her turn away, she felt a sense of loss in her heart, which was very strange.

She hurried away, giving him a sense of escape.

But after she left in a hurry, Jean remained on the table.

He walked to the piano and flicked it casually, and the beautiful sound overflowed, and it was indeed a good piano.

At this time, he saw a handkerchief pressed under the piano, obviously Nangong Xi had inadvertently left under the piano just now, and he pulled out the veil.

It was a snow-white silk handkerchief, with two rows of hairpins in the lower right corner.

"Linglong dice An red bean, do you know the lovesickness to the bones?"

At this moment, like a thunderbolt from the sky, he was stunned and stared at these two lines of words.

A person will change, but her words will never change. A person's handwriting is like that person's handprint, absolutely unique. There are many people who write hairpins in this world, but there is no second person with the same handwriting!

These two lines of poetry were Ning Su's favorites at the beginning, and he embroidered them on the amulet and gave them to him.

"Ning'er!" Grabbing the handkerchief, he suddenly chased after him, turning a few corridors, but the figure of the man was gone.

He was stunned, she was her, right? But why did she not recognize herself?