Fu Zhen's dinner was eaten by Mrs. Ning and Ning Jia together.

Mrs. Ning came back early, it turned out that Xie Yu came over today, and Xie Zhang had already greeted Mrs. Ning in advance, so Mrs. Ning waited there after the morning.

From tomorrow, Mrs. Ning will go to the shop in the morning, and she will teach Xie Yu at home.

Fu Zhen remembered what Xie Yu was thinking about, and glanced at Mrs. Ning a few times.

Mrs. Ning said, "What do you see? ”

Fu Zhen pursed his lips and shook his head. After a while, he said, "Has my mother considered remarrying?" ”

Mrs. Ning looked shocked: "What nonsense are you talking about?" ”

Fu Zhen said: "It's nonsense." But if you have that idea, I'm not against it. - What do you say? ”

Ning Jia caught a piece of fish and didn't raise his head: "What my sister says, I am what I am." If you think it's good, I'm sure I'll think it's good. ”

Fu Zhen rubbed his head: "You are clever." ”

Mrs. Ning knocked on his head.

Fu Zhen didn't go on on this topic.

Whether Mrs. Ning is determined to be celibate or choose to remarry, Fu Zhen supports it, as long as that is what Mrs. Ning wants.

After being devastated by Fu Yun's family for many years, he finally has freedom, how many people can still have expectations for marriage?

It's like she, who poured out her heart and lungs to a man, and was killed by him, although it is said that not all men in the world are bad, but she is always a person who does not know people clearly, and she is really not good at picking men, so it is better to save it.

After eating, she changed her clothes and went to see Pei Zhan.

I was embarrassed once during the day by the lake in the temple, but this trip was a must-go.

She must strive for this cooperation, that is, to talk to Pei Zhan about the marriage proposal. After thinking about it for a few days, if this matter is successful, there will be only benefits and no harm to her...... It can be ignored, but Pei Zhan can't take advantage of it, she has to think about how to convince him.

There are many mansions in the streets, and there are few people walking at night, and the alleys are as quiet as midnight.

The wind in early summer was getting more and more pleasant, and the moonlight was still bright overhead.

The tofu shop was at the gate of the workshop, Fu Zhen did not take the car, and walked forward by the sound of footsteps.

I didn't walk a few steps, but I didn't know where there was a flute sound, melodious and long, with a little grace, like walking in the desert yellow sand under the moon.

Fu Zhen's footsteps gradually sank and stopped.

This is a song from Saibei, and very few people in the capital play it.

Xu Yin is a child of a scholarly family, and he was a squire in Tanzhou before his family was broken.

When Liang Ning picked him up, he had already read for a few years, he could write an excellent handwriting, and he could also stroke the piano, and he could play the flute that the old man hung on the wall, and he could play it in his hand.

He can play the music of the land of Huxiang one after another.

Later, on Liang Ning's birthday, the military advisor asked her what gift she wanted? Liang Ning asked him for the flute, and gave it to Xu Yin.

The moonlight in the northwest is always exceptionally bright, and Liang Ning often sits on the sand dunes and listens to him play tunes.

She asked him if he would blow the outer song?

He said no.

But three days later, he dragged her up the sand dunes again, and blew a song in its entirety.

Liang Ning asked him how he learned it?

He said that he had found caravans entering and exiting the customs. In the caravan there was a singer from outside the Saiwai, and he gave two taels of silver and asked someone to go to church.

When Liang Ning picked him up, he only had a dozen copper plates on him, and later his money was earned back little by little by brushing horses, carrying water, helping people write family letters, etc., in the barracks.

Liang Ning is not stingy with money, and when the two brothers give pocket money, they will always give Xu Yin a copy.

Although Xu Yin did not sternly refuse, he didn't want it, every time he got it, he would use it to buy this and that for Liang Ning, the northwest was desolate, and the materials were not abundant, and often when there was money that could not be spent, he simply threw it into her piggy bank.

He said, anyway, what's mine is yours, and I feel more at ease if you help me save it.

Fu Zhen looked up at the moon in the sky, turned his steps, and walked towards the place where the flute came from.

At the other end of the alley, on the other side of Ningfu, there is an ancient camphor tree, and there is a big carriage parked under the tree at the moment.

A man in a royal blue robe sat at the front of the car, playing the song outside the plug.

The evening breeze lifted the sleeves of his robe high, and the shadows on the ground wandered like smoke.

The end of the song.

He turned his head, his gaze stopped on Fu Zhen's face, and his body slowly turned around.

His left knee was bent, his left hand holding the flute rested on his knee, and his dark eyes were dyed the color of moonlight.

He opened his lips, but for some reason, closed them.

Separated by two zhang distance, it is clearly the distance between two lifetimes.

"You're here."

Xu Yin said in a low voice.

The voice was soft, as if to greet himself.

Fu Zhen approached him, stopping at the distance he had poured lamp oil on.

"It's a tune you played."

Pei Zhan sat in the tofu shop early.

But he had already eaten two bowls of tofu, and Fu Zhen hadn't come yet.

There is no one walking on the streets anymore.

The husband-and-wife tea has also been boiled three times.

Pei Zhan stood up and let Guo Song guard here, then got up and stepped on the alley to Ningfu.

As soon as he walked in, he saw Fu Zhen.

She stood in the moonlight, and her whole person was distracted, as if she had turned into a stone statue.

"Miss Fu."

He called out to her, and she didn't hear it!

But the sound of a flute suddenly came to his ears.

That's the Plug Song.

In those years in the Northwest, I almost heard the repertoire from the cocoon.

It turned out that she was listening to the flute.

So who played such a tune at this time?

Before Pei Zhan could figure it out, Fu Zhen had already turned around.

"Taiping ......"

The salutation, which had been practiced countless times on the tip of his tongue, blurted out from his mouth.

The good thing is that she still didn't hear it, and she didn't wear it.

The bad thing is that she didn't hear it. The sound of the flute seemed to be more important to her than everything else.

When she arrived on the other side of the Ning Mansion, she saw Xu Yin, and Pei Zhan also saw Xu Yin.

"Got you?"

Xu Yin's voice is still slight, because the tail note is down, and it is not as arrogant as usual.

His voice was not like a high-ranking squire, but like an acquaintance of hers.

Pei Zhan stared at Fu Zhen's back, and he heard Fu Zhen say, "Shouldn't you be waiting for me?" ”

Pei Zhan turned around, looked up at the moon in the sky, and stepped into the night when he came.

The alley is so peaceful that you can clearly hear your heartbeat.

Fu Zhen clasped his hands in front of his lower abdomen, which looked a little more reserved than in the daytime, but the hands covered by the sleeves were clutched into the flesh.

In her left arm, the dagger that Su Xing'er brought to her is still there.

Xu Yin looked at the flute in his hand: "If I want to say yes, what will happen to you?" ”

"Xu Shilang is a married man

If you say so, you will become a disciple. Didn't the reputation you have saved in the past make you a fame-seeker?

"I don't think you're going to be so stupid."

Xu Yin raised his lips and smiled: "So knowledgeable." She really doesn't look like a merchant girl. ”

(End of chapter)