At night, north of Shuzhou City.
The mansion located at the end of the alley is not the kind with rich doors and high walls, but is simple, elegant and exceptionally quiet.
This house was originally for Qing Xian, but the latter has been living in Weiyang Palace since he became Ning Yuke's personal guard, so now only Yang Liushi lives here.
There are only four or five people in the big house with three entrances and three exits, including maids and servants. The only visitors on weekdays are Xu Qingwan and Lu Jingyao, who occasionally come to chat with Yang Liushi.
Therefore, when Wei Changtian stood outside the courtyard gate and looked at the clumps of green bamboos inside the wall, he felt a chill.
"Dong dong dong!"
Zhang San in front of him knocked on the door knocker, and soon a little maid pushed the door open a small crack.
"Ah! Mr. Wei!"
She exclaimed softly, with some surprise on her face: "You're here!"
"Um."
Stepping closer to the courtyard, Wei Changtian smiled and asked, "Is Liu Shi at home?"
"here I am!"
The little maid nodded quickly: "The girl is playing the piano in the backyard right now. I will lead the young master over right now."
"No need, I'll just go by myself."
Nodding, Wei Changtian followed the sound of the piano and walked towards the backyard.
The little maid behind him hesitated for a moment, but finally did not follow him, and just asked Zhang San in a low voice.
"Brother Zhang, aren't you going to marry Miss Liang tomorrow? Why are you here at this time?"
"Young Master has not seen Miss Liu Shi for a long time, so naturally he has something to say when he comes here."
Zhang San said with a smile: "Please prepare a guest room for me. I'm afraid I will have to stay here tonight."
"ah?"
The little maid was stunned: "Master, are you going to stay tonight?"
"It should be."
Zhang San scratched his head: "What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing. Brother Zhang, wait a minute, I'm going to clean up the house..."
The little maid blushed, then muttered and walked away with her head lowered.
Although her voice was very low, Zhang San, a fifth-grade martial artist, could vaguely hear what she was talking to herself.
"How could the young master be like this..."
"I couldn't bear it all night..."
"Miss Liang will be so sad when she knows..."
"..."
...
the other side.
Just when the little maid secretly complained about Wei Changtian's "scumbag" behavior, the latter had already stopped beside a clump of bamboo.
The melodious and melodious sound of the piano came from the depths of the bamboo forest. One moment it was like catkins in the gentle breeze, and the other moment it was like snow falling on a cold night, as if autumn was passing away and winter was lingering.
Although Wei Changtian didn't understand music, he could hear the music...it sounded pretty good.
Xiao Lian first played the Yao Qin, and at dawn her thoughts wandered around the world.
The night sky is quietly flowing with the light wind and the waning moon, the willow poems are lightly strummed casually, the strings sound deep, and the world of Qu Qingyue High School seems to be extremely vast and far away, with a vast moonlight.
Wei Changtian did not step forward to interrupt, he just stood not far away and watched silently.
Until the woman in plain clothes gently pressed the trembling strings and turned her head with a smile.
"Sir, what are you doing standing there?"
"Why don't you play anymore?"
Wei Changtian shook his head and walked closer: "I was still thinking not to disturb your piano practice."
"Gee, Qin can be practiced anytime..."
With his eyes flowing, Yang Liushi pursed his lips in annoyance: "But the young master is not something that the slave family can see every day."
"Ahem, I'm not busy right now."
Wei Changtian coughed in embarrassment, and immediately came up with a classic excuse that is common in ancient and modern times: "There are too many things going on right now, and I really don't have time."
"I'm finally free today, so I came right away."
"Keke, the slave family knows that, and I don't blame you for anything..."
Standing up slowly, Yang Liushi held Yaoqin in his arms: "Master, let's go into the room and talk."
"Oh, okay."
After taking one look at the beautiful scene of the beauty holding the piano, Wei Changtian suddenly stretched out his hand: "Let me help you get the piano."
"good......"
Without being polite, Yang Liushi responded softly, handed the Yao Qin to Wei Changtian, picked up a small lantern, and then walked to the distant house with Wei Changtian.
One person holds the harp and the other holds the lamp.
The wick of the lamp rotates, and the sandalwood halo shines through the eggshell white window screen paper, reflecting the two people's faces lightly.
To be honest, compared to any other woman, including Xu Qingwan, Yang Liushi should be the one who best matches Wei Changtian in terms of perception.
Regardless of appearance, height, body shape, temperament...the two of them stand together as if they are a perfect match made in heaven.
Of course, this does not mean that Xu Qingwan and others are not a good match for Wei Changtian.
But it is indeed a bit different from Yangliu Shi.
What's more, the latter is also the woman in the world who knows the most secrets about Wei Changtian besides Xu Suisui.
"..."
"Sir, did I play the piano well just now?"
"Sounds good."
"Then does it sound familiar to you?"
"Sound familiar? When you say that...it seems a little bit."
"Keke, sir, this is the song the slave played when you and I first met."
"You mean that time on the embroidery boat?"
"Well, at that time, every time the slave played the piano, a group of men would applaud and applaud, but now the piano can only be played to the young master alone."
"Hahaha, it sounds like you are reluctant."
"There's no need for reluctance... Young Master, can I ask you something?"
"What's the matter?"
"The song "Clouds Think of Clothes and Flowers Think of Face" that you composed at that time... was it written for me?"
"Of course, why do you ask?"
"I just think this poem is too beautiful, and the slave family is not worthy of it."
"If you don't deserve it, then no one in this world can deserve it... Why are you laughing?"
"Keke, this is the first time that the young master has praised me."
"Is it?"
"..."
When the moon is dark, I can see the soft lamp, and the lonely light is a little firefly.
Their figures were hazy and their steps were slow.
Although Du Chang and Xu Qingwan both said that Yangliu Shi seemed to have changed a lot, Wei Changtian didn't feel this way at all today.
It was obvious that he was still the fox demon who possessed great power, was thoughtful, and occasionally took the initiative to "seduce" him.
"that......"
Seeing Yang Liushi's smile, Wei Changtian suddenly felt a little guilty.
"Liu Shi, I know that I have promised to marry you a long time ago. This is my fault."
"But don't worry, wait..."
"Sir, I don't care about this."
Yang Liushi's smile remained the same, but she shook her head slightly: "The slave family does not ask for status, but only asks if the master can take the slave family with him when he goes out in the future."
"The slave family no longer wants to guard this deserted house alone."
"Sir, are you okay?"
"..."
"good."
After a pause, Wei Changtian nodded.
And it was this word that made Yang Liushi suddenly show an expression of joy that she had never seen before.
The green silk is like satin, swaying slightly in the wind.
Under the moonlight, she looked at the house not far ahead, then suddenly took Wei Changtian's hand, smiled and quickened her pace.
"Sir, hurry up."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, it's just that the slave family can't wait any longer."
"..."
"Dong~"
When Wei Changtian was pulled forward in stunned silence, his fingers accidentally fiddled with a string.
The sound of the piano is crisp and lingers in the silent night.
Soon, the two figures disappeared at the end of the bluestone path.
The door opened and closed, leaving the night breeze still in the air.
The night wind with lingering fragrance slowly blew over the threshold made of pear wood and the crystal dew, blowing towards the Yaotai hidden in the moon.
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