On the same day, after leaving Wantingtang, Jiang Shu did not go back to his Qingran Pavilion directly, but went to the Fourth Lady's Meditation Garden, and said some goodbye to her in vague terms before going back.

Then, under the waiting of Ping Qian, I simply rinsed and went to bed early.

In the following days, because there was nothing to do for her, Ye Chiwan was punished by the old lady to go to the Buddhist hall, and there was no way to come to her, so she spent her time watching the servants and maids in the house arrange red lights and red silk in her courtyard room and wait for Lang Mo's paper kite to take off.

But two days passed in a blink of an eye, and on the morning of the fifth day of the lunar month before the wedding, she still didn't wait for a paper kite to fly up on the side of the Xidan archway, and she was inevitably a little uneasy in her heart.

Could it be that Lang Mo can't let go of his identity as the commander of the Jinyi Guard, and is unwilling to take him away?

However, on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival more than half a year ago, in the mosque in Zhangjiawan, he could desperately block the deadly sword of the man in black for himself, how could he care about this?

Or is he in some trouble and can't get out of it for a while?

No, this is the last day before the wedding, if you don't leave, you won't have a chance, you can't wait like this anymore, since he can't come to him, then I'll go to him.

"Miss, Miss......" Just as she made up her mind and was about to take out the package she had already prepared to go out, there was a sudden breathless voice outside.

Jiang Shu hurriedly retracted his hand stretched out to the bottom of the bed, straightened up, raised his hand and patted his chest to calm himself down, and slowly walked out of the inner room around the screen.

Ping Qian had already entered the door with the food box at this time, and because he was in a hurry, even in this cold winter wax moon, a thin layer of sweat was still soaked on his forehead.

Jiang Shu looked her up and down, met her clear eyes, pulled the corners of his lips and said, "What's the matter, so in a hurry?" ”

"Yes...... It's the paper kite that the young lady is waiting for, the paper kite of the lord of Huaishu, "Ping looked at her reaction lightly, made sure she didn't see it, gasped heavily, and raised her hand to look outside, "The slave saw it flying!" ”

"What?!" Jiang Shuyan's face suddenly appeared with excitement when he heard this, and he didn't think much about it, so he pushed her away and strode outside.

Out of the door, ran down the steps of the corridor, stopped facing the southwest direction, looked up, and sure enough, I saw a colorful paper kite that was exactly the same as the one she brought when she first went to Shijingshan with Lang Mo, and the wings on both sides were still waving, like Lang Mo's silent call to her.

"Miss, this is going to be a big wedding tomorrow, and I am afraid it is not appropriate for you to go out with Lord Huaishu to ask for a signature." At this time, Ping Qian had already put down the food box in his hand and came out of it, walked to her side and whispered persuasion.

"It's because I'm going to get married tomorrow that I want to go even more," Jiang Shu glanced at her, "The blessing sign is in hand, isn't it just the right thing to add blessings!" ”

"That's the same," Ping Qian lowered his head and thought about it, thinking that this was reasonable, and said in a deep voice, "It's better for the slave to accompany the young lady." ”

"No need, we made an appointment before, and no one will bring a maid." Jiang Shu's eyes moved slightly, and he made up his mouth.

She wants to leave with Lang Mo, so naturally she can't take this girl with her.

"Oh." Ping Qian didn't know what she was thinking about, and nodded knowingly.

"By the way, how long has this paper kite been flying?" Jiang Shu looked at her and was silent for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, looked at the southwest sky again, and asked softly.

Thinking that Lang Mo would not come over early in the morning, she glanced over there when she first got up, and then went back to her room, where she had not left the room with a stick of incense.

"There's almost a cup of tea," Ping Qian said lightly, biting her lower lip, "The slave saw it when she first arrived in the kitchen, and she wasn't sure if the young lady saw it or not, so she didn't come back immediately, but went inside to get breakfast, and hurried back." ”

"No, it's been a long time, I've got to leave right away." When Jiang Shu heard this, in order to prevent Lang Mo from waiting too long, he hurriedly turned around and strode towards the door, decided to go back to the room to get the package, and set off immediately.

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