After finishing the song, Leng Yusheng raised his eyes, and saw that Yang Zhe had already finished painting and looked at himself, so he said: "This song, Yang Gongzi is still satisfied?" ”

"This song is only because it exists in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world. I haven't seen her for a few days, and Miss Leng's piano skills have become a little more superb. Yang Zhe commented sincerely.

It's just that this praise that Leng Yusheng liked to hear the most in the past now made her brows furrow almost invisibly, "The song is over, Yusheng has done what he promised to the son, and I hope the son will not break his promise." ”

"Is Miss so distrustful of Yang?"

"That being the case, then tomorrow at three o'clock, you and I will see you at the gate of the palace. Remember to ask Childe to tell Yu Sheng the answer he wanted. It's almost dusk, and it's time for Yang Gongzi to go home. ”

After that, he ignored Yang Zhe behind him, got up and went back to the room.

Looking at Leng Yusheng's figure that was gradually moving away, Yang Zhe finally understood Leng Yusheng's despair at the moment of suicide, and wanted to take a step to chase her figure, but after all, he couldn't take that step, and his feet seemed to be as heavy as lead.

After a while, he turned around and left with the painting he had just made up his mind.

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"Father, is there still no news of my brother?" Yang Yue hurried back to the hall from the outside and asked anxiously.

Since Yang Zhe left at noon, Yang Yue thought that he had returned home, but when he returned home, he realized that Yang Zhe had not returned home at all.

Then, Yang Yue panicked after learning from Youzhu how important the person Yang Zhe was looking for this time was to Yang Zhe.

Fortunately, the second prince reminded her that she told her parents about the matter, but the prime minister tried his best to still not find anyone.

After the second prince sent her home, he also promised to go back to his house and send someone to find her, but he has not sent anyone to send news so far.

When Prime Minister Yang heard this, his deep facial features were even more gloomy, although he was over forty years old, he only had one son under his knees.

So he loved his only son since he was a child, but Yang Zhe disappeared after he was thirteen years old. Recently, he finally came back, and he lost his trace again, what should I call him?

The more I thought about it, the more upset I became. I saw him nod heavily, "Hmm." ”

Seeing this, Yang Yue was about to go to the Second Prince's Mansion, but Youzhu suddenly ran back from outside, and when he saw Yang Yue, he said excitedly: "Miss, the son is back!" Childe is finally back! ”

"Really?" Hearing this, Prime Minister Yang stood up in surprise and asked.

At this time, Youzhu noticed Yang Chengji at the head of the hall, and hurriedly saluted: "Youzhu see the master." ”

Hearing this, Prime Minister Yang frowned slightly, "Prime Minister just asked if your son-in-law really came back?"

"Back to the master, the son is now in Zhuxuan."

Youzhu hurriedly replied, for fear that if he was not careful, he would make his own Xiangye angry.

As soon as Youzhu's words fell, Yang Yue, who had been listening quietly, hurriedly ran out of the door and went straight to Yang Zhe's yard.

Seeing this, Prime Minister Yang Cheng also rushed to Yang Zhe's courtyard.

Bamboo Xuan

Behind the rows of deep bamboos sat Yang Zhe, who was holding a sprinkling altar and drinking wine with a sad face.

Next to him was a painting in which a woman like a fairy of the Nine Heavens sat behind the piano and stroked it gracefully with both hands. The woman's apricot eyes seemed to be able to speak, and her cheeks were slightly covered with a faint layer of pink. It makes people unconsciously moved.

On the side of the painting is inscribed two lines:

The love of the past life, the resentment of the present life, the lover does not know.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the heart of the beautiful woman has been lost.

Between the lines, all reveal the sadness of the person who wrote the inscription.

Suddenly, a woman's pleasant voice sounded: "Brother." ”

Yang Zhe wiped away the tears on his face in response, turned around and said, "Yue'er, let me be quiet." ”

With that, he picked up the painting on the ground and entered the room.