During the chat, Zuo Xiyan was shocked to find that Xia Luotong's attainments in this field were by no means as subtle as she described, but that he was extremely skilled in this field!
He didn't know exactly how high it was, but what he could be sure of was that it was definitely not something he could compare to!
Looking at the chattering girl in front of him, his eyes were full of admiration, but at the same time, he was also full of doubts, because he had no information about her being good at poison and medicine!
Where did she learn these things?
What kind of past have you experienced?
Why is her current personality so different from the one found in the data?
How did she hide it from everyone?
Is she... really the legitimate daughter of the Minister of Rites, Xia Luotong, who was abandoned in another courtyard?
There are no answers to these questions, they can only be buried in the bottom of my heart, waiting for the day when they will be revealed.
But he seemed to have a feeling in his heart, maybe these answers were not important, as long as she was still by his side...
The two chatted for a long time, until the sun set in the west, Xia Luotong bid farewell to Zuo Xiyan at Zhuxuan's reminder and hurried to the palace.
In the elegant room of Yusheng Pavilion, Zuo Xiyan stood quietly by the window, looking at the delicate figure below who was gradually retreating in the afterglow of the sunset, with a little soft color in his eyes.
After a while, when the figure completely disappeared, he slowly opened his mouth.
"Go down and tell the people in Anyuan Town to keep an eye on the palace's spies and follow behind to investigate without alerting the palace's spies."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared in the originally empty private room. It was Qingfeng who had been protecting him closely.
"Master, those people from the palace... may not be easy to follow." Qingfeng was a little embarrassed. The spies under Prince An were very alert. If they followed to take advantage, they would be easily noticed.
Zuo Xiyan frowned slightly. He knew the situation of Prince An Wu Zechen, and he also knew that the problem mentioned by his subordinates was indeed a trouble, but as soon as he thought of her charming eyes like the night sky, he could not let go.
"Be cautious. If it doesn't work, write down their path and check in detail later." I don't want to alarm Wu Zechen, so I can only do this for the time being.
Qingfeng took the order and retreated, leaving Zuo Xiyan alone in the private room with a distant look in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
At night, the temperature turned cold in the past two days, and Xia Luotong was weak and could no longer play the piano in the courtyard. He could only change the location to the house, sitting quietly in front of the window, accompanied by the moonlight, his green-white fibers The fingers danced lightly on the strings, and the sweet sound of the piano slowly floated out with the night wind, rising and falling in this quiet backyard.
She was immersed in the sound of the piano and did not notice that a black figure appeared in the small bamboo forest in the courtyard. Standing quietly in the interlaced shadows of the bamboo forest, it almost blended into the background, even with poor eyesight. It would be difficult for ordinary people to discover his existence.
Wu Zechen felt a little depressed tonight, so he dismissed his entourage and planned to walk in the yard.
Just as he was thinking about things, he casually chose a direction and walked in a certain direction. When he came to his senses, he had reached a quite secluded area in the backyard.
He was about to turn back, but suddenly a soothing piano sound came faintly. His heart moved, and he thought of the woman whose life experience was still a mystery, the so-called Princess An Xia Luotong who was forced into the palace.
The handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he stood quietly for a moment, his cold eyes expressionless. After a while, he suddenly raised his steps and walked away in search of the sound.
He quietly passed by the courtyard wall and stopped the secret guard who wanted to step forward to salute. He came to the bamboo forest alone and looked through the gaps in the bamboo forest at the woman sitting quietly by the window.
She was dressed in a green robe and a plain skirt, without any makeup, and her plain white fingers gently caressed the strings of the piano. She was as beautiful as the person in the painting.
The curled eyelashes tremble slightly, sometimes slightly furrowed, sometimes revealing eyes that are as charming as the night sky, with tiny starlight falling in them, making people intoxicated.
Her music seemed to have a special power. It was as gurgling as running water and as ethereal as clouds. It could easily soothe the violence in his heart and return to calm.
Perhaps her technique cannot be said to be extremely high, but the artistic conception in it is beyond the reach of ordinary people. It seems that the listener can't help but fall into the sound of her piano and be controlled by her.
After the song was played, as the last piano sound fell, his originally irritable mood finally calmed down, but he couldn't help but look at the woman sitting in front of the window with her hands down, looking up at the night sky with a complicated expression.
What kind of person is she...
On the wedding night, she showed him weakness in order to protect herself.
But now, what she has shown in order to survive better has refreshed his understanding of her again and again, but also made him more and more confused. She is really the direct descendant of the Xia family of the Minister of Etiquette. The eldest daughter?
That abandoned daughter of the Xia family who, according to intelligence, is illiterate, as timid as a mouse, and good for nothing?
Judging from the information he has discovered so far, it is obviously completely contrary to the intelligence...
She is like a mist, the more exposed she is, the more confused she becomes.
He didn't know why he couldn't help but look for the music when he heard the music today. He should have hated her and never seen her again.
But the moment he heard the sound of the piano, what he thought of was her appearance playing the piano under the moonlight, and the sound of the piano that could soothe his mood, so he followed his heart and came to this place again. He thought he would never come again. courtyard.
He stood quietly for a moment, and when the woman in the room got up and left the window, he quietly left the place again.
The shadows of the trees swayed and the bamboo leaves rustled. It was as if no one had ever been to this dark bamboo forest, and no one except himself had seen this scene tonight...
It was purely a coincidence that he came to listen to Yuxuan again this time. If he hadn't happened to walk to the backyard and heard the piano sound that seemed to purify the soul when he was upset, he would never have heard Yuxuan see her again. .
Although there are many doubts about her, her identity will not change. The eldest daughter of the Minister of Rites, this identity alone is enough to make him dislike her.
However, Wu Zechen, who stepped out of Tingyuxuan, did not expect that he would see her again so soon and under such circumstances.
The next night, after Xia Luotong played the piano, he leaned on the bed and prepared to read some books before going to bed. However, he never expected that Ting Yuxuan, who seemed to have been forgotten by the world for more than half a month, would be knocked on the door. The courtyard door rang.
The moment the courtyard door rang, Xia Luotong, who was reading in the main room, and Zhuxuan, who was diligently practicing calligraphy, were both stunned. They thought they had an illusion, until there were continuous knocks on the door, followed by There were calls, and they confirmed that they had not heard any hallucinations.
The master and servant looked at each other with doubts and vigilance on their faces.
"Master, it's already this hour..." Zhu Xuan hesitated.
There were only two of them in Ting Yuxuan, and they were both women. Even though this was a palace, they were in an awkward situation, so they had to be careful.
"My voice sounds a bit like Manager Zhang?" Xia Luotong listened carefully and spoke with some confusion.
She was very sensitive to sounds, but she only heard Manager Zhang's voice once on the night she first married into the palace. Now that it had been so long, she was a little unsure.
