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Jun Qiao looked at the pair of master and apprentice at the door, Nan Yang was carefully taking off the snow-proof hat on Shao Xiu's head, and also thoughtfully brushing out the hair stuck in her neck, she couldn't help smiling: " Nan Yang, it's rare that you have the leisure to play chess with me today, why did you bring your little apprentice along?"

When Shaoxiu saw Junqiao, she called out sweetly, "Hello, Aunt Jun!"

"Heh, the little girl is so attractive, no wonder you want to take it with you." Junqiao smiled gently at Shaoxiu, took out a mecha mouse and shook it at her, "Little Xiuer, come here."

Shaoxiu ran in, took the mecha mouse, smiled and sat obediently aside to play.

Nan Yang took off the snow-proof white crane feather fur on his body, walked in, and sat on the other side of the chessboard: "You can use those deceitful gadgets to amuse children."

Jun Qiao poured a cup of tea for Nan Yang, and said with a smile, "Didn't you also be teased by me back then? Are you a child?"

"Pfft, cough cough." Nan Yang choked up the tea she had just taken, and she frowned and wiped her chin.

Jun Qiao smiled and put the black pawn in Nan Yang's hand, hesitated for a moment, then said seriously: "I heard that last night, Qinghuan...she came back."

Nan Yang put down the teacup, took a sunspot into the plate, and said in a flat voice, "Yes."

Shaoxiu, who was playing at the side, suddenly asked, "Master, who is that elder sister? Is it my senior sister? She also calls you Master."

Junqiao looked at Nanyang, waiting for her answer.

Nan Yang lowered his eyes, and there seemed to be some emotion flowing slowly in his eyes.After a while, she looked at Shaoxiu, and suddenly raised the corners of her lips: "She is not your senior sister."

Shaoxiu opened her eyes wide: "Ah..."

"...She is your mistress."

After the words fell, Nan Yang naturally showed a long-lost faint smile on his face.

Junqiao was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly, but the wry smile quickly disappeared.

She took a white piece, put it on the chessboard, and said: "...I heard that you treated her very coldly. She seemed very sad last night, and the bullpen was demolished."

"I know, because I promised her not to accept apprentices, but I broke my promise."

"why?"

"I thought at the time, if she heard that I had accepted a new apprentice, would she be very angry? If she was angry, would she come to see me?" Nan Yang murmured these extremely humble words .

Jun Qiao lowered his head, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea to cover up, moistened his throat and asked: "She is back now, aren't you happy? Why make her feel uncomfortable by ignoring her?"

Nan Yang gave another son, and took a sip of hot tea from the teacup: "...ordinary couples in the world will be angry with each other when they encounter those things before. I am really happy when she comes back, but I just want to be with her It's a prank. Anyway, she will coax me well."

"You trust her so much?"

"That's how you trust her."

Junqiao fell silent and stopped talking, just staring at the chessboard intently.

Shaoxiu obediently didn't speak anymore, she was a smart child, even if she understood something in her heart, she wouldn't talk nonsense.

Only half of the chess board was played, and the tea was less than a pot, when the sound of "Boom, Boom, Boom" came from the door.

Nan Yang was the closest to the door. She looked back and stood up consciously to open the door.

As soon as the wooden door was opened, the wind outside brought the snow in, almost blinding her eyes.

Qing Huan stood outside the door, her black robe on her hair was covered with a layer of white velvet snow, she was holding a tray carefully, and in the tray was a carefully covered bowl, she was so nervous that her fingers dug into the wood. in the tray.

Nan Yang's gaze quietly swept over Qing Huan's ears and cheekbones that were red from the cold, but his expression was still calm.

"Master..." Qing Huan's expression was a little cramped and uneasy, and he didn't dare to look at Nan Yang, "I... I was wrong yesterday, I shouldn't lose my temper and give the cowshed to... I already gave the cowshed overnight. The shed has been repaired, and I squeezed some milk this morning, cooked it and brought it to you."

"...you drink it yourself."

Qing Huan hurriedly pulled out a hand to push against the wooden door that Nan Yang was about to close, and explained: "There are three spoonfuls of sugar in the milk, which is what you are used to drinking. I didn't sleep much last night, and I kept feeling guilty. I'm such a jerk , I'm sorry for you. Master, you... have a drink."

Nan Yang silently took the tray in Qing Huan's hand, didn't say a word to her, just walked towards the house by himself.

Qing Huan stood awkwardly at the door, sucking her snot from the cold east wind.

Junqiao looked at her, even if he looked at her, he couldn't bear it.She said loudly to Qinghuan: "Qinghuan, come in and have a seat."

Qing Huan hummed, shook off the snow on her body at the door, and walked in carefully.

Shaoxiu ran over with winking eyes, and took the fur robe Qing Huan took off: "I'll get it for you, Master..."

Nan Yang glanced at the back of Shaoxiu's head. Shaoxiu felt a chill on the back of her neck, and she couldn't help shrinking her neck: "Master... Sister! I'll help you!"

Qing Huan was silent, in fact Shaoxiu was really a cute little girl, but she still felt a little awkward in her heart.

Nan Yang began to tidy up the chess pieces on the chessboard and put them into the chess basket.Junqiao asked suspiciously: "Nanyang, are you not going down? It's only halfway down."

"I don't want to go down."

Junqiao glanced at the helpless Qing Huan beside him, and said, "Then what do you want to do?"

"What can I do?"

"That..." Junqiao frowned in embarrassment, racking his brains, "Ah, don't you like to practice calligraphy, come and write brush calligraphy for a while, it's time to kill time."

Nan Yang looked up at her and nodded, "That's fine."

Jun Qiao had no choice but to go to the desk with Nan Yang to spread paper and ink.

Shaoxiu secretly saw Qing Huan's dejected look on the side, and casually brought up a topic: "Senior sister, have you read "Ancient Talk on the Way of the Sword"? There is a move in it that I don't know very well."

"It's been too long, I forgot." Qing Huan whispered.

"Then... what about "Tiangang Ten Square Formation"? I can't understand a lot of it."

"...Brother Zizheng should have copied it quite a few times, you can ask him."

"Oh..." Shaoxiu puffed her cheeks, it seemed that Master's wife's eyes were already glued to Master's body, and she couldn't even pick it off, so it's better not to start a conversation with her and talk nonsense.She picked up the mecha mouse again and concentrated on playing, quietly entertaining herself.

Looking at Nan Yang's writing, Jun Qiao couldn't help admiring: "Your writing is still as beautiful as before. Do you know that your calligraphy is as famous as Yu Xiu's alchemy and Rong Huai's sword casting skills in Jianghu? It's a pity , the world has not been able to circulate a few authentic works of yours."

"If you like it, I'll write one for you." Nan Yang said softly.

"Really? Others say that begging you for a word is more difficult than asking Rong Huai for a sword."

"Our relationship is different from others, why not write a picture for you."

Junqiao couldn't help laughing: "Heh, you finally think that we have an unusual relationship. We have known each other for more than ten years since Yushuiguan. It is really difficult for you, Nanyang, to treat me as a friend."

Qing Huan looked at Jun Qiao, gritted her teeth faintly, and slowly clenched her hands on her knees into fists.

"I don't have many friends that I can care about. Originally, there was only Cang Min. Now I add you." Nan Yang dipped the brush into the inkstone and continued to write on the white paper, "To have a friend like you, I am lucky in my life."

Junqiao couldn't help smiling, but his heart was full of bitterness.

Qing Huan looked at Nan Yang who was writing with his head bowed, and said softly: "Master, I still have some things to do in the Central Plains, and I may not be able to stay in Beijing for a long time. Are you really... ignoring me?"

Nan Yang's pen tip that landed on the paper paused for a moment, and then replied: "Go if you have something to do."

"You really don't want to see me at all." Qing Huan said in a muffled voice, the tone of this sentence was gentle, not a question sentence.

"It was you who severed ties with me, and now you are blaming me instead?" Nan Yang just wrote with a relaxed expression, without looking up at Qing Huan.

"But... I'm here to relieve you..." Qing Huan struggled.

"I'd rather you tell me the truth at the time, but you kept it from me, because you didn't want me to share weal and woe with you? Or do you think that I am such a miserable person that I have no right to know about you?"

"..." Qing Huan lowered her head and pursed her lips, then turned her face to the side and quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.She stood up a little awkwardly and left without saying a word.

She really didn't know how to answer her.

It turned out that it was all my own fault.But indeed, she should also blame herself. She has always been self-righteous.She did those things, doing those things wishfully, how could it be fair to Nan Yang?

Junqiao and Shaoxiu watched Qinghuan leave in a hurry, and they didn't know whether to make a sound to persuade them to stay, so they all looked at Nanyang.

Nan Yang finally raised her eyes to look at Qing Huan's leaving back, her eyes seemed to be lost in thought, and the corners of her lips were tightly pursed.A picture on the paper is about to be completed, which is an excerpt from a passage in the wind and rain in the Book of Songs.

The wind and rain are like obscurity, and cock crows endlessly.After seeing a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy?

She let out a long sigh, put down the pen in her hand, and fondled the wet ink with her fingertips.