Jiang Shuying's heart was trembling slightly.
Duan Wenjun writes poetry again.
This is the fourth poem he has woken up to.
His poems are not gorgeous, but they always make people unable to help but think about the deep meaning behind them, which makes people yearn for them.
Jiang Shuying poured a cup of tea for Qin Feng, and then said slowly, "Teacher, Shu Ying had nothing to do last night and composed a new piece of music. If the teacher is free, I will play it again and ask the teacher to help me correct it?"
"Actually, it seems more cordial if you call me foster father." Qin Feng did not answer her, but sighed leisurely.
"It's just a title, but it avoids a lot of trouble. Wouldn't it be better?" Jiang Shuying sighed slightly. "Actually, Shu Ying is also looking forward to the day when I can call you my adopted father."
"Oh, I'm too obsessed." Qin Feng let out a long breath, "It seems that you want to play at the astronomical meeting tomorrow?"
Jiang Shuying did not answer, but stood up, moved the piano to his lap, and started playing gently.
"The young man has no suitable rhymes, and his nature is to love mountains and hills. By mistake, he fell into the net of dust and was gone for thirty years."
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"There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is plenty of leisure in the empty room. After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature."
She played the song "Returning to the Countryside, Green Lake Pavilion" that Duan Wenjun wrote to Qin Feng at the banquet.
Jiang Shuying sang softly while playing.
Her voice was clear and hollow, with a touch of sadness, but also an indescribable sense of freedom.
Qin Feng listened to the music of the piano, listened to the singing, looked at the lonely lanterns in the villages far away under the mountain, and fell into deep thinking.
Late at night.
On the official road back to Wangjiang County in Duanjiabao, a carriage was driving slowly in the night.
In the car, Cuiping sat uneasily next to Duan Wenjun, looking very nervous: "Master, why are we getting up and on our way in the middle of the night? But what happened to Wangjiang? Why doesn't Master go back with us?"
"Cuiping, you have too many questions." Duan Wenjun patted the back of her hand and smiled, then lifted the curtain of the car. "Look, the night outside is so beautiful. Don't you think that driving at night is actually a good thing?" A very pleasant thing?"
Cuiping was stunned for a moment, then opened the car curtain and took a look.
Outside, it was pitch black.
The moon had long since hid in the clouds, revealing only a hint of silver fur.
got windy.
The wind blew the branches on both sides of the official road, and the branches kept swaying, and their shadows fell on the ground, like evil ghosts dancing with teeth and claws.
The hillside in the distance was crawling there motionless, like a sleeping beast that might wake up at any time.
She really didn't think there was anything beautiful about the night, nor was there anything pleasant about traveling at night.
She became even more confused and turned to look at Duan Wenjun.
"Oh, it is indeed Feng Gao Ye Hei's murderous night!" Duan Wenjun let out a long sigh.
It was also at this time that the carriage stopped as Mo Shou, who was driving the carriage, let out a cry.
Cuiping became even more frightened.
Because, she saw from the curtains of the carriage blown open by the wind that at some point, a circle of men in black had surrounded the carriage.
In the hands of these men in black were bright swords.
The broadsword still reflected a cold light under the not-so-bright moonlight.
"Master, robber!" Cuiping was horrified. Duan Wenjun gently covered her mouth, and her original scream turned into a "whimper".
"Don't be afraid! I'm tired from the car ride, let's rest for two minutes before leaving!" Duan Wenjun seemed very calm when he spoke, and gently held Cuiping's hand.
Cuiping did not resist when Duan Wenjun grabbed her hand, and suddenly felt that she was not as nervous as before.
"Who is it?" Mo Shoucheng, who was driving in front, asked.
"Leave this guy from the Duan family behind and get out of here. We can pretend we've never seen you before." A rough voice rang out.
"Oh? Really?" Mo Shoucheng's voice was trembling, and he seemed a little scared. "I don't know which mountain top each hero comes from. Please tell me your name so that I can explain to my master."
"We are from Moon Island!" The rough voice sounded again.
"Very good!" Mo Shoucheng's voice suddenly became extremely cold, "You can go and die!"
With a "squeak" sound, the sword was unsheathed.
Screams sounded.
After a few breaths, calm was restored outside.
However, there is a bit of a strong smell of blood in the air.
"Sit tight, we're going to continue on our way!" Mo Shoucheng's voice sounded again.
"Okay! I'll treat you to a drink when we get to Wangjiang." Duan Wenjun said with a smile, "Don't worry, the best wine for a meal is stronger than burning a knife."
The car moved slowly again.
Cuiping curiously raised the car curtain again and took a look, and her beauty suddenly turned pale.
The men in black holding knives who had just surrounded the carriage were all lying on the ground in a mess.
Blood gurgled out from their throats, soaking the ground.
In just a few breaths, all these people turned into dead people.
Her body began to tremble, and her stomach began to churn.
"Don't worry, it's okay." Duan Wenjun patted her back gently and comforted her.
In fact, not all the corpses were on the ground. There was also a living person struggling.
Zhao Xiaowu was seriously injured and was struggling to get up from the ground.
Just now, he had walked away from hell, and his back was still covered in cold sweat.
Mo Shoucheng's sword didn't kill him, but only caused him some superficial injuries.
I'm afraid, he won't be able to use a knife again for a while.
At this moment, he felt very aggrieved.
Ever since Guan Feng kidnapped Duan Wenjun, he had ordered the brothers on Moon Island not to leave the island. It was said that this was a big deal and they were afraid of the Duan family's retaliation and the government's retaliation.
This made Zhao Xiaowu very depressed.
A few months have passed, and Miss Peony of Yihongyuan may have forgotten him.
Some time ago, the wind seemed to be quieter, but a gust of wind suddenly killed someone.
And he was still killed on Moon Island without anyone noticing.
The death of Xiufeng was not a bad thing for Zhao Xiaowu.
Because, his brother, Zhao Dachui, the second head of Moon Island, took over that position and became the helmsman of Moon Island.
This is Zhao Dachui's first big job since he took office.
Brothers fighting tigers, father and son go into battle.
So he asked his biological brother Zhao Xiaowu to come.
This is also to let Zhao Xiaowu make some achievements so that he can be convinced when he is promoted in the future.
The last time Gust Feng kidnapped Duan Wenjun, Zhao Xiaowu also came with him.
Therefore, he is still somewhat familiar with the eldest son of this family.
This matter is not difficult, and I guess there will still be time to go find Miss Peony and have a good time after it is done.
They had just gone to the Duanjia Fort checkpoint and were struggling with the tight defense inside the fort. However, they did not expect that the eldest son of the family would have a road to heaven and he would not take it. There would be no way to hell to break in. He actually wanted to look back all night. River.
Zhao Xiaowu was waiting here, just waiting for Duan Wenjun's carriage to arrive.
Things went so smoothly that he almost heard the voice of Miss Peony from Yihongyuan calling out from under him...
However, what he thought could be solved in two or three minutes did not expect that he would be solved by others in just a few breaths.
This coachman was so powerful that all twelve brothers lost their lives before they could react.
Zhao Xiaowu was already confident that he would die, but he found that he was not dead.
He was very puzzled as he looked at the carriage that was driving away.
Just when he was sighing that he was lucky enough to escape a disaster, another sentence floated out from the carriage, "Go back and tell your brother Zhao Dachui that the people he relies on are unreliable."
When Zhao Xiaowu heard this, he was immediately very upset that he was too weak.
The person my brother relies on is unreliable. Doesn't this mean he is useless?
After driving the carriage for more than half a mile, Mo Shoucheng finally couldn't help but wonder, "Why should he be spared his life? According to me, it is better to kill tigers if they are raised."
"Keeping him alive is more useful than killing him." Duan Wenjun let out a long breath. "Otherwise, it wouldn't be a problem for the people from Moon Island to keep coming to trouble us."
"Then just kill all the gangsters on Moon Island." Mo Shoucheng frowned. "And, how can you guarantee that if you let Zhao Xiaowu go, the people on Moon Island won't trouble you again?"
"Because Zhao Dachui is a smart man, smarter than a burst of wind." Duan Wenjun smiled.
Mo Shoucheng frowned and said no more, but he was cursing in his heart. He seemed to be increasingly unable to see through this guy...
