Chen Lian laughed softly, then looked at Gongzi in the distance, and then looked at Mo Huai on the side.

Things in the lake didn't know what happened later, and the banquet began anyway. It's like watching the excitement, and everyone finally saw neither the wet lady nor the cold corpse, so they sighed twice and continued to discuss the following matters.

Singing and dancing, so happy.

Only a woman in one corner kept clenching her handkerchief.

Jiang Wu didn't care much about this, and took another piece of dim sum, which was a round ball. She had never eaten it before, so she couldn't help but take a bite of it.

From time to time, everyone at the banquet looked at the position below the main seat, and although the singing and dancing were good, the things between the county lord and the prime minister were more interesting.

The inside of the round and bulging dumplings is filled with acacia flowers, and when you take a bite, you will slowly get the fragrance of acacia flowers. Jiang Wu's eyes lit up for a moment, wrapped a ball with a clean handkerchief, and secretly handed it to Chenlian beside her.

Xie Yuwan looked at it lightly, and when he saw this scene, he turned his eyes.

Xu Ningyu next to him was still whispering: "Last time, my father and brother invited you to the mansion for a gathering, I don't know when Lord Xie will have time." "Obviously a favored county lord, in front of Xie Yuwan, he is well-behaved and docile.

"The third day of the next month." The young man said lightly.

Xu Ningyu suddenly bent her eyes: "Thank you, my lord, it is Ning Yu's luck that Lord Xie can come to this banquet today." ”

"Hmm." The young man did not say anything more.

Mo Huai watched Xu Ningyu walk away, his eyes staying on the shadow behind her.

At nightfall, the feast ended.

Jiang Wu lowered her eyes, thinking about the things beside her, this day she was playing the unknown Miss Jiang San, with her head down, it was convenient to be lazy.

At first, there were a lot of inquiring glances on her, but when Xie Yuwan came, there were only a few. In the second half of the banquet, the sight of the scrutiny disappeared completely.

After the young lady at today's banquet returns, the mansions should have some other considerations for her. In the past, I hesitated because I didn't know the weight of her 'student' in Xie Yuwan's heart, but now that I see that Xie Yuwan doesn't care about her, those invitations and Geng posts should be gone.

Jiang Wu drank some wine today, and her face had a faint red.

She took small sips of the wine in her glass, sweet and delicious.

In her previous life, she didn't eat anything very good, and in the end she didn't even have the ability to recognize tastes. Now being able to feel happy from eating is a thing that makes Jiang Wu very happy.

When the banquet was over, Jiang Yuying frowned and glanced at her: "I'm back home." ”

The people at the banquet were almost gone, Jiang Wu raised her eyes, but saw the snow-white figure in the distance.

Jiang Yuying obviously saw it too, and didn't mention the matter of going home, so she hurriedly ran over with her skirt. Jiang Wu didn't move, just lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

She should have asked Xie Yuwan about the cold cicada.

But in fact, she doesn't need to ask to know, just for her safety.

He did this, and never explained it to her, just like when he was in Jiangnan, he didn't say a word, and directly told her that she wanted to meet him in Chang'an. Jiang had to admit that she couldn't treat him like a stranger. So sometimes even if she is well-intentioned, she can sometimes be a little annoyed.

A faint boredom that can't be vented.

She didn't look in the direction of Jiang Yuying and Xie Yuwan again, just drank the wine in the cup gently.

When they finished talking, Jiang Yuying would naturally come to find her and go back to the house together.

She took small sips, her eyes down, and there was no look on her face.

Chenlian bent her eyes, thinking that the young lady was very much like a rabbit, the kind that was not very happy.

Before Jiang Yu finished drinking a glass of wine, the young man in the distance had already sent Jiang Yuying away and slowly walked towards the corner of the banquet. Xie Yuwan's eyes were still as pale as usual, and his snow-white robe made him cold and dusty.

His drooping robe covered his wounded hands, and the blood from his fingertips was washed away, leaving only a scar and flesh.

It's just that the scar looks thin and fragile, as if it is about to crack open in the next moment.

He walked up to the girl and looked at her faintly.

His voice was very soft and cold: "Jiang Wu." ”

The girl who was drinking was stunned, the sweet fruit wine was swallowed from her throat, she raised her eyes that were slightly red from drinking, and looked at the young man in front of her.

The moon was rising from the water, and there was a very bright star in the sky.

The two looked at each other across a table.

The young man's eyes were pale as he stood at his desk and leaned over to look at her. His voice was soft, like jade and piano: "Do you want to listen to a story?" ”

The moonlight in the water was flickering, and the painting boat had been completely quiet for some time, and Chenlian had retreated at some point, and only the two of them were left at the banquet.

Jiang Wu should shake her head.

But after a long time, she said softly, "Okay." ”

When she said this word, she thought faintly in her heart, it turns out that sweet fruit wine can also be intoxicating.

She looked at the young man in front of her, the last time they met was in her small courtyard, Xie Yuwan drank a cup of tea she gave to her master, and whispered to her about Morning Lotus.

But for a few days, why did she feel that Xie Yuwan seemed to be a different person.

Neither of them moved, if you look from behind, the shadows of the two under the moonlight are leisurely stretched, but they don't care about moving away.

The young man's indifferent voice sounded in the painting boat.

"In the first year of the empty frost, a frail lady knocked on my door. Madame told me that she wanted nothing more in her life than a daughter. ”

Jiang Wu was stunned, and her eyes turned red.

Those truths that she had never touched in her previous life were finally slowly revealed at this moment.

The young man continued: "Everyone in the world is like a mayfly, and I answered. Because of the affairs of the imperial court, I left Chang'an the next day. Three days later I learned that the frail lady had died the day after I left."

"Before leaving Chang'an, because of my wife's request, I sent someone."

Xie Yuwan looked at Jiang Wan lightly, and some things in her eyes were fading little by little. He told her the truth in the most straightforward tone, as if he were telling himself.

The man saw the whole story, and from the beginning to the end, only one person had entered the lady's room, but the lady had hanged herself. The guards reported the news to me, and on the way back, I heard the news that my wife's bones had been burned. ”

"Madame's daughter was very sad, and as promised, I went to the lord of the palace and told him what the secret guard had seen. When the adults heard this, they hurriedly excused their daughter. In the end, we made a deal. The lord and the prince in the house begged me, the lady is dead, and it is pointless to pursue it again, and ask me what I want. ”

Xie Yuwan's eyes deepened for a moment, and he said softly.

"I said to them, 'I want you.'"

Jiang Wu's eyes trembled for a moment, and a tear fell straight down.

"Madame hanged herself, and I cannot convict someone according to the words of one person. The only thing I can do is to do what I promised my wife before. Madame is only concerned about her daughter in this life, and when she comes to look for me, she will tell me that if my daughter finds some clues in the future, let me cover up three points. Madame wants her daughter to live freely in this world, and I have complied with all of them. ”

That's the truth.

He quietly hid those heartbeats and reproduced the most primitive truth for her.

He didn't tell her about their first meeting.

That day, in Jiang Yulang's study, he looked at the girl biting the pen for a long time through the screen painted with flowers and birds. He saw that the girl was obsessed with copying a book, and accidentally stained her lips with ink, and after reacting, he began to wipe it with a handkerchief in a daze.

The taste of ink was not good, and the girl's eyebrows were furrowed.

She was wearing an old dress, but she couldn't hide the slenderness and weakness of her figure. He was indifferent at that time, and he didn't know that she was Jiang Yulang who had mentioned to him Jiang Yulang.

Her lips were a faint cherry red, and when she blushed, it complemented each other perfectly.

He didn't say a word that day, until the girl put down the ancient book he had copied, and there was a rare hint of joy in her eyes. Later, Jiang Yulang knocked on the door and came in, the girl was timid, but still with a shallow smile.

He didn't know it before, but it was like.

Xie Yuwan looked at the girl in front of him lightly, she was crying.

As if she didn't want to lose her temper in front of him, she just choked quietly, but she still couldn't hold back, and tears fell one after another.

Jiang Yu lowered her eyes, and remembered Jiang Yuying's words at that time, her eyes were red, and she said softly: "Why is my aunt so stupid......"

Why did she find all the way back for her, and she didn't care about herself at all. Why did she never think about how she would live without her in this world?

Xie Yuwan looked at the girl who kept crying in front of him, he didn't speak, and he didn't move.

The moonlight shone lightly on them, and the young man could not see his own eyes.

It's just that when he regained consciousness, his slender and bony hand had already touched the girl's face. He moved very lightly, wiping away the tears with his hands little by little.

The young man's fingers are slender, like jade, because he holds the pen all year round, and there is a thin layer of cocoons on the fingertips. When he touched the girl's cheek, he couldn't help but feel some obscure pain.

Jiang Wu raised her red eyes and looked at him.

Moonlight heard him whisper, "Don't cry. ”

Chapter 48

A tear drooped down the girl's red eyes, slid through Xie Yuwan's fingertips, and then followed his slender fingers, gently flowing into the palm of his hand, until it disappeared.

The young man's hand froze, and he looked at her faintly.

Behind him appeared a room of Buddhist scriptures that had been copied for several days and nights, covered every part of his path with snow-white cover, like a puppet's thousands of silk threads, tightly pulling at his body.

And every step he took towards her, silent.

He watched faintly as his flesh peeled off the threads, staining the snow white.

It turns out that this is love.

This is the murmur that only the moonlight can hear.

The young man's hands were cold, mixed with her warm tears, and there were many differences.

Jiang Wu subconsciously turned her face away, even if her eyes were still red, she said softly: "It's the student who lost his temper in front of the master." After speaking, she hesitated: "Thank you, Master." ”

The not-so-bright candlelight in the painting boat reflected the shadows of the two men, one on their own.

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him.

A clean handkerchief was handed to her, and she looked towards it, only to see a corner embroidered with a snow bamboo. She was still choking a little, but she still shook her head quietly.

"No need, Master."

She took out her clean handkerchief from the side and quickly wiped the tears from her face. The veil is very soft, not like the calloused hands of young people, and there will be no jerky pain.

Thinking of everything that happened just now, Jiang Yu's heart suddenly became a little confused, and she couldn't help but find the topic: "Jiang Yuying has already left, is there still one carriage left in the Jiang family?" ”

She stood up on the table, and the young man quietly supported her. Before she could avoid it, he had already let go of her when she stood firm.

It's not intimate, but it's not alienated either.