"By the way," Ai Songqing seemed to suddenly remember something, "I have one more thing to tell you today...... I just went in and put the piano, and when I came out, I forgot about it. ”

"How?"

"I'm going to go to the pear orchard tomorrow with a few masters," Ai Songqing said, "and several of their piano masters have somehow been caught with the wind chill lately, so there is a vacancy, and the masters take a fancy to my piano skills and want me to see if I can make it to the top." ”

"That's a good thing." Bai Ling's eyes lit up slightly, "Is it still the new drama you said last time, which is very important?" ”

"Hmm." Ai Songqing nodded, "I may stay in the pear orchard for half a month." ”

"Got it." Bai Ling nodded.

"You ......"

"Songqing doesn't have to worry about me," Bai Ling said again, "Anyway, I will have a way." ”

"You always have a way, I know." Ai Songqing's two hands slowly shook over, and she lowered her eyes and sighed, "I have good news today." ”

"Huh?"

"It was the master of the music workshop who told me, after a year, if my piano skills can enter the eyes of Baihuaya Music Fang, then I don't have to return to the Lan brand immediately, but can continue to stay, and when I finish three years of study, I don't have to be a ...... when I come back."

Ai Songqing was embarrassed to say those two words, so he was silent for a moment, and then continued, "In that case, you can stay in Lanzi and be a luthier." ”

"The luthier?"

"Well," Ai Songqing nodded, "you don't need to commit to others, you just need to work on the piano, because some distinguished guests are not here for women...... Anyway, that's what the masters told me, so I think it's a way out. ”

"Yes." Bai Ling nodded.

The two of them were silent for a while.

"If you can really get out, will Bai Ling go?" Ai Songqing suddenly asked.

"Let's go." Bai Ling said softly, "Go find my brother, my father." ”

"Where are they?"

"I don't know."

"How do you find ......?"

"I don't know," Bai Ling took a deep breath, "but there's always a way." ”

Ai Songqing looked at Bai Ling, and a slight sigh suddenly appeared in his eyes.

She couldn't bear to remind the people in front of her, even if they were brothers who respected each other in the past, even if they were kind parents, in the face of a daughter who returned from the flower kiln, it would never be possible to treat them equally......

But if Bai Ling is willing to believe this, what's wrong?

To turn over this hundred flowers, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

"On the day of his appearance, will Bai Ling still sing?" Ai Songqing asked, "If necessary, I can come back for you and Qin." ”

Bai Ling shook his head, "No need, on the day of the appearance, I should have dinner with the others during the banquet." ”

"Eat?"

"Well," Bai Ling said softly, "I also heard yesterday, and in the past few days, there has been a bidding for the seats at the end of May. ”

"......" Ai Songqing was really surprised - this money is really ...... Wave after wave, each layer has something to earn.

"At the night banquet, everyone will bid, but I don't know exactly how to bid." Bai Ling said softly, "After the banquet is over, each flower is in its own eyes, and the guests go to settle their own bids, and then it's time to spend the night together." ”

Bai Ling propped her cheeks and said calmly, she looked at Ai Songqing, and laughed again, "It's okay if you're not here these days, someone will come to give me a lecture from tomorrow night." ”

"What class?" Ai Songqing said curiously.

"The Art of Spring."

Ai Songqing was stunned again, and then she understood, she coughed a few times with a red face, found a reason to stand up, and went back to the house with a stool.

Bai Ling still sat in place, his eyes turned to the rain curtain again, and the smile on his face gradually receded.

I don't know if Bao Yuan's husband has come back at this time.

Did he drink tonight, and will he hit someone tonight?

Turtle Paw sent two silver to the door, but was thrown out of the door by Bao Yuan, will he be angry with Bao Yuan for this?

Bai Ling suddenly felt a little tired.

What is the right way to do it?

In the uninhabited corridor, Bai Ling took out the fourteenth book of impermanence from his bosom, and continued to flip through it with the help of the lantern above his head.

……

The door to the Golden Pavilion opened, and Lan Zhijun walked slowly closer, his hair drenched in the rain in a rare way—apparently he had just returned from outside the Lan Font.

In the past, everyone sometimes didn't see Lan Zhijun out of the Golden Pavilion once a month, but this May was different.

"Lan Jun." The maid who had taken Bai Ling to visit Bao Yuan walked out from behind the screen, she stepped forward to take the manuscript in Lan Zhijun's hand, her eyebrows frowned slightly, "These subordinates are becoming more and more unable to do things, why can't they even hold an umbrella, and their clothes and hair are wet." ”

"It's fine."

The maid rearranged the manuscript and placed it on the desk south of the Golden Pavilion.

"How's it going tonight?" Lan Zhijun asked in a low voice.

"All the best." The maid replied softly, "But the woman who made the flower did not accept our silver taels, and it is currently kept by Bai Ling." ”

"Yes," Lan Zhijun glanced at the maid, "why don't you accept it." ”

"I guess it's too much money, and she's not going to be able to collect it." The maid replied, "Tomorrow I will send some fruits, vegetables, and meat, and deliver the portion of the day, so that it will be better." ”

"Well, you arrange." Lan Zhijun said softly, "You don't need to tell me how to do it again, go talk to Bai Ling." ”

The maid's gaze moved slightly.

"Have you been talking to Miss Boling ever since?"

"Hmm." Lan Zhijun nodded, "Just do what she wants." ”

——Giving Bao Yuan some help was originally a bet on that game, and Lan Zhijun herself was indifferent to this matter itself.

But in the silence, he felt that the expression of the maid next to him seemed to be a little stiff, so he raised his head a little suspiciously, "What, there is a problem?" ”

"Yes...... No. The maid bowed and said, "I see." ”

"Did Bai Ling give you anything to pass it on to me?" Lan Zhijun asked again.

The maid shook her head.

Lan Zhijun snorted lightly, "You go and urge her." ”

“…… Is it urging what? ”

"You go and urge, she knows what it is." Lan Zhijun waved his hand, "You go, I'll do the rest by myself." ”

The maid wanted to speak and stopped, but seeing that Lan Zhijun seemed to be a little absent-minded tonight, she took a few steps back and quickly exited the Golden Pavilion.

Before pulling up the door of the Golden Pavilion, the maid saw that Lan Zhijun had already sat at the desk, and he gently picked the wick with the silver hairpin on the table, and then turned over the manuscript he had brought back.

Sensing the sight outside the door, Lan Zhijun frowned slightly and raised her eyes to look over.

The maid was startled and immediately closed the door.

Silence finally returned to the room.

In front of Lan Zhijun's case, on the cover of the manuscript in his hand, there was a line of "Qingle Collection" with blurred handwriting.

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