Continue the love affair of the red mansion

The thin morning sun shines through the window, and the room is full of clarity. Daiyu just finished her morning makeup and had a simple breakfast, but she didn't see Zijuan to serve her, but she didn't ask. She just helped the snow geese and walked a little in the garden. Once gone, scattered.

The scenery here is different from that at home, the green color is full of fluid, and it is a little cool, revealing a kind of tranquility and elegance washed away.

Xueyan muttered to herself: "Sister Zijuan hasn't come back yet. Last night she said she was going home to take a look. If she didn't come back, she would send someone to tell her. It's really strange."

Daiyu said lightly: "When it's time to come back, she will come back naturally." Sitting beside the pond, watching the banana leaves curl up and the fish swimming up and down, she ordered someone to set up the qin couch in the pavilion. After burning incense, I want to play the piano.

Just sitting down, Zijuan came in a hurry, her eyes were swollen from crying, and her face was very bad. When she saw Daiyu, she knelt down, knocked her head heavily, and cried, "Girl, please Send or sell Zijuan's family. Zijuan is ashamed to continue serving the girl."

Xueyan was taken aback: "Sister Zijuan..."

Daiyu looked at her quietly: "Zijuan, I know what you are doing. You should get up and talk first."

Zijuan cried: "No, the servant is ashamed. The family of the servant, thanks to the girl's grace, can only be reunited by serving here. I never thought, I didn't expect that my ineffective brother would actually accept the benefits from that mansion. , let the girl's news go back, so that the girl almost, almost..." She choked up and said: "It's all the fault of the servant. The servant will die in peace."

Daiyu sighed softly, and helped Zijuan up: "Zijuan, I don't want to hide this from you, my aunt told me last night, I won't tell, I'm waiting for you to tell me yourself."

Zicuckoo was surprised and said: "Girl..."

"You and I have known each other for many years. You are called master and servant, but you are actually sisters. I know everything about you. I also take your kindness to me in my heart. This matter is your brother's fault and has nothing to do with you. How can you If you say leave, then leave. I have already treated Aunt Niang, Wang Momo, you, and Xueyan as family members. If you insist on leaving, then the affection you have for me is all fake."

Zijuan never expected Daiyu to say that, moved but felt guilty, said with tears all over her face: "But..."

"But what, I think, even your family has learned a lesson." Daiyu said with a light smile.

Zijuan said: "I went back last night and made a fuss, and my father knew about it. He was so angry that he broke my brother's leg. Although my brother admitted his mistake, I still couldn't feel relieved. I thought about it all night and felt that Only when my whole family is cleaned up can the girl rest assured."

"If you leave, wouldn't I be even more defenseless if they bought someone else?" Daiyu said, "They hope that there will be as few people around me as possible. So, you have to stay and return to the same situation as before." Same, in this way, it will break their plan of alienation."

Daiyu said lightly, Yurong was neither happy nor angry.Seeing that Zicuckoo didn't understand, she didn't explain it. Based on her thinking, she tuned the string gently. Although it was out of tune, it was still pleasing to the ear.

Xueyan was more flexible than Zijuan, she clapped her hands and said: "The servant understands what the girl means. Then, if someone is watching, we will know what is going on in the mansion over there, and the girl can deal with it here."

Daiyu sighed softly and looked at Zijuan: "Your brother must agree to this matter. If you don't want to, I won't force you. I will give him the taels of money and let him find his own place to live."

Zijuan understood in her heart: "Let me tell you, he dares to say no, if he doesn't, daddy will also break his other leg." After hesitating for a moment, she looked at Daiyu and said: "Girl, yes, you can trust Zijuan." cuckoo..."

Daiyu patted her hand and smiled: "Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious--look at your face, why don't you go back to the house and wash it up first, you are slapping me in the face, and the girls around you are like flowers. , hurry up, don't delay my interest in playing the piano."

Zicuckoo smiled with tears in her eyes and went back to clean up.

Dai Yuping retreated all the maidservants, pressing the strings with her hands, but did not move for a long time. She knew very well that what happened yesterday might not have anything to do with Jia's house at all. Mrs. Wang was still restrained, she was afraid, let alone causing trouble Big news comes, so it's possible it's someone else.

And the person I offended before was only...

Thinking about it, he sighed unconsciously.

I have no intention of pursuing profit and fame, but people see me as a thorn in their eyes, what can I do, what can I do.

Gently wipe the strings, stretch the plain sleeves, if the flowers are falling, the sound of the piano is high and clear, if you are in an empty valley, the orchids are outstanding.

At the end of the song, Daiyu stopped the strings, and said in a low voice: "A gentleman does not steal the sound of the piano."

"Lan Zhi Yi Yi, exalt its fragrance. If you wear it without picking it, you will not hurt the orchid." A man walked out from behind the dense banana leaves. He was dressed in white, not stained with dust, and his water-soluble left arm was wrapped with a thick bandage, but it did not affect him. His every move was calm and elegant, and he slowly walked into the pavilion: "Yi Lancao, the girl really has a lot of ambition."

Daiyu got up, took two steps back a little later, and saluted, "Give Wang Ye my regards."

Shui Rong was just about to move forward, but he had to stop because of her gift. He looked at her quietly, and said with a hint of disappointment in his smile, "Does it need to spoil the scenery like this?"

"In front of the lord, how dare my little girl be rude." Daiyu said lightly.

Shui Rong lowered his eyes slightly, suppressed his emotions, turned his gaze, and looked at the little ripples on the water surface.

The atmosphere was cold and awkward, Daiyu hesitated a little and said, "I don't know the injury of the prince, but is it better?"

In fact, Daiyu's original intention was that since he was injured because of herself, he should care about it both emotionally and rationally, but under her cold tone, the listeners could hear the implication.

Shui Rong looked down at her face lightly and said: "The girl is reminding me that if I get better, I should leave, isn't it, order to evict guests?"

Daiyu was startled, only to realize that there seemed to be such a heavy meaning in her own words: "No, my daughter doesn't mean that, everything is according to the prince's intention."

Shui Rong let out a sigh of relief: "The girl has said so, and I'm still here, isn't it boring. Besides, I don't want the girl to regard me as a villain who wants to return favors."

Daiyu's heart was slightly shocked and she said, "Daiyu will remember the lord's kindness in saving me."

For some reason, she subconsciously didn't want to touch those eyes that were as dark as night but warm as jade.

"This king doesn't need you to remember it, it's just..." Shui Rong stared deeply at that beautiful but cold face that did not match his age, and the words on his lips changed into: "Miss Lin, would you like to see me and give you a gift?" song?"

Daiyu lowered her gaze: "The lord has orders, and my daughter must obey." She returned the money to the side of the piano couch, and sat down: "I don't know which set the lord wants to listen to?"

Shui Rong looked at her, her thin lips moved: "High mountains and flowing water."

Daiyu's hand that held the strings slowly let go: "My lord, please change the song."

"Why?"

"The high mountains and flowing waters are only played for bosom friends." Daiyu met his gaze with a calm voice.

"So that's how it is." The corner of Shui Rong's mouth parted into a loose smile, but he felt something pressing against his chest, and the air was a bit thin: "This king is being rude. Then just ask the girl to play a song."

"Yes." Daiyu plucked the strings lightly, hooked and chopped, the sound of the piano was as ethereal as water, like ice, echoing in the water pavilion.

Shui Rong looked at her, her beautiful image was like a mirror, a flower and a moon in water, clearly close at hand, yet out of reach.

The uncontrollable tenderness in those jade-like eyes was deeply buried layer upon layer in her calm and peaceful piano sound.

It was dusk again.

"My lord, do you want to..." Qi Han packed his things, followed Shui Rong and left this beautiful manor, wondering why Shui Rong left in a hurry regardless of his injuries, but he always had to obey what the lord said.

"Do you want to let me know?" Shui Rong raised his brows, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone: "Why don't you say goodbye, so many people are here, and there is such a big movement, will the master not know?"

"Yes." Qi Hanyin said: "This master is really proud. The prince wants to leave, but he even..." Shui Rong gave the rest of the words a cold glance, and blocked him back.

"My lord!" A pretty little maid ran out, still holding something in her hand: "Young lady said, return the thing to its original owner." Hand it over to Qi Han, bowed his knees, and left.

Without looking, she knew it was her cloak, and she finally returned it.

Shui Rong stretched out his hand to touch it, and found that it had been washed and ironed to make it smooth, but even the traces of her were gone.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Act like she does, leaving no room for error.

The corners of Shui Rong's mouth slowly curled up, and his deep black pupils were lazy and unpredictable: "That's it. Let's go."

Cars and horses rumbled away, along the official road, and gradually disappeared.

The sunset glow passes through the dense branches, leaving a mottled shadow.

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