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There are three poles in the sun.
The last bit of sweet-scented osmanthus outside the window rustled and fell in the warm sun, and the delicate flowers were so light that the ground was covered with broken gold and silver.
Wen Qian woke up from a painful hangover, her hair was disheveled, and she sat up in a daze.
"Well¡¡"
You Yue and Ling Ge were cleaning the house for her, and they turned their heads when they heard the sound.
"Senior sister, you are awake."
You Yue put the powder case on, "The change of clothes is at the bedside."
Lingge picked up the copper basin, "The hot water is also ready."
Wen Qian scrutinized the faces of the two junior sisters solemnly, pinched his chin and said in thought: "It's strange, why did I go back to the music workshop? When did I come back, why don't I have any impression?"
You Yue and Ling Ge looked at each other, and stabbed the knife mercilessly.
You Yue: "Sister, have you forgotten?"
Lingge: "You were drunk yesterday."
You Yue: "I was talking nonsense all the way."
Lingge: "I also hugged all the brothers and sisters in the music workshop."
You Yue stretched out her finger and added: "I didn't even let Boss Cao go."
A thunderbolt struck above his head, Wen Qian chewed these few words in his mouth for a while, with a glimmer of hope: "At that time, was Dr. Lou in Lelou?"
You Yue shook her head: "Not here."
As soon as she heard the words, Lingge was relieved, and Lingge answered from the side: "But he has heard about it, and he is waiting for you in the flower hall right now."
After hearing this, Wen Qian pressed her eyebrows weakly.
It's over
I'm afraid I will be scolded again.
She lamented getting up and getting dressed, and inadvertently saw the sweet-scented osmanthus falling on the quilt. The fragrance of the flowers was rich and sweet, vaguely evoking a vague memory.
?It seems to be on a bustling and lively street, surrounded by people, the lights are dim, and the world is full of wine.
Wen Qian asked the two of them, "Did I insult Mrs. Yang yesterday?"
Lingge said truthfully: "No, Mr. Yang is not here."
She groaned thoughtfully, still feeling strange.
There seems to be a sweet taste in the mouth.
What could it be¡¡
The autumn wind blew in from the courtyard, and Yang Jin was leaning over the case to read the file, when he suddenly got excited, tilted his head and sneezed three times in succession.
Hearing the sound, Shi Baichuan poked his head out from behind the bookshelf: "Brother, are you all right? Do you want some more clothes?"
He shook his head and continued to check, "I'm not cold, don't bother."
Hearing this, Shi Baichuan didn't ask any further questions. He only saw Yang Jin turning over a page of the book, and unconsciously rubbed his hand back and forth on his lips. He frowned suspiciously, and thought to himself, Eldest Brother seems to have been touching his mouth all morning. What reason?
Just as he put a volume of books back on the shelf in his hand, a Jinyiwei Xiaoqi hurried in, greeted the two of them first, and then said:
"Master Yang, I have a letter from you."
He put down the case file, "Thank youwhere did you send it from?"
"The capital city."
? Yang Jin opened the envelope, and gently stroked the back of his finger on his lips. The ink marks on the letter paper were slightly raised, and the strokes were strong, which was his father's handwriting. He lowered his eyes and swept up and down, his expression changed from leisurely to condensed, and his brows furrowed accordingly.
Shi Baichuan was beside him wondering: "What did Mr. Yang Ge say?" Seeing that he didn't answer, he came up to look at it by himself, glanced at ten lines in a hurry, and quickly said:
"Ohhe wants us to go back to Beijing?"
Only then did Yang Jin close the letter paper, and hummed in an unclear voice.
"That's great." Shi Baichuan didn't notice a change in his expression, but was extremely happy to be able to return to Beijing, jumping up and down in the room, wishing he could take off on the spot.
"I've wanted to leave for a long time. This water town in the south of the Yangtze River is too exhausting, and even the local Jinyiwei's speech is a bit awkward. It seems that our capital is better right, brother?"
He was in a daze for a while before returning to his senses: "Yes."
"Hey, since that's the case, I can't come in vain. I have to hurry up and buy some special products." After saying that, he dropped his work and ran out in a hurry.
Yang Jin cast down his eyes and threw the letter paper back on the table, propped his forehead with a heavy heart, and after a long silence, leaned back in the hat chair, raised his head and sighed softly.
Going back to Beijing
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Shuang Jiang had a light rain this day, and the outskirts of the city were wet and slippery, but in just a few days, some moss had grown on Tang Po's tombstone, and withered Tang flowers were scattered all over the ground.
&nbs"Consider"
"Okay, okay." He hurriedly agreed, "Then you think about it slowly, no rush, no rush."
The music workshop gradually became busy. Fangzhu Cao sat for a while, then got up to greet the guests. Before leaving, he did not forget to order a table for Wen Qian to eat.
The ditty on the stage changed its tune, and the melody became more and more cheerful, driving the mood of the crowd, and the scene became lively after a while.
She lowered her head and took a spoon to stir the meat soup in the bowl. She was in a daze when she accidentally saw Yang Jin walk in the door.
Today he wore a moon-white robe with arrow sleeves, his long hair was tied high, and he didn't bring a knife around his waist, so he lost a little hostility. When he was illuminated by the bright red lanterns in Lefang, his brows and eyes were dyed with warmth and warmth, and he looked around. It is particularly abrupt among the crowd of living beings.
Wen Qian unconsciously smiled, and immediately stretched out his hand to greet: "Master Yang."
He seemed to be preoccupied. When he heard the voice, he became dull for a while, then turned his eyes and looked this way. He probably saw that it was her, and then walked over silently.
"You" Yang Jing was about to speak, but when he found the table full of dishes, he changed his words, "Have you eaten yet?"
"Boss Cao invited a guest." Wen Qian made room for him, "Are you hungry? How about eating together?"
Although Yang Jin was shaking his head, he had already sat down, "Is there any wine?"
"Hua Diao." She opened the wine glass and filled it up for him.
"I haven't seen you these days, are you busy?"
Wen Qian peeled the prawns opposite him, picked up chopped scallions and sprinkled them on the sauce, with a relaxed expression. Yang Jin looked at it for a while, and turned his eyes to the celadon cup between his fingers, "It's okay."
Seeing his small movements from the corner of the eye, Wen Qian raised her eyebrows and raised her hand to rest her chin, "Is there something on your mind? Who made you angry?"
He shook his head and didn't answer. At this moment, two tolerances walked by, Fangzhu Cao was nodding his waist with a smiling face.
Yang Jin took a sip of his wine and asked strangely, "What are you doing? Are you in a lawsuit again?"
"No." Wen Qian handed him the folder at hand.
The cover of the yellow silk is made of yellow paper made in the capital, and Yang Jin can tell it is an imperial edict at a glance.
She explained succinctly, "It stands to reason that I should be the most suitable candidate for Shangjing. After all, I am currently the only one in the music workshop who is qualified to enter the palace to teach arts. I presume that Yunshao Mansion also means the same thing."
Holding the document, Yang Jin was slightly stunned, then he put down the wine glass, looked sideways at Wen Qian, pursed his lips pretending not to care, and coughed lightly.
"Actually, we also plan to return to Beijing recently. It takes more than a month from Jiangnan to Beijing. If you go alone on the road, it is better to go with a company. It is safer to have Jin Yiwei to see you off."
Wen Qian was slightly surprised and said: "Why, you want to go too?"
"Um."
She was only surprised for a moment, then recovered, she put her face in her hands and murmured: "But I don't plan to go."
Yang Jin was stunned for a moment, and his expression gradually darkened: "Didn't you say that you are the most suitable candidate?"
"That being said." Wen Qian shook her head worryingly, "But I'm gone, the band can't turn around, and a group of juniors and sisters haven't grown up yet."
He didn't make a sound, and took a long time to drink the wine in one gulp.
Wen Qian rested her chin lazily, and with the other hand held a strand of blue hair beside Yang Jin's ear, and teased casually: "Why is this expression, could it be that you don't want to part with me?"
Hearing this, it was rare for Yang Jin not to refute. He just turned his head and pulled the strands of hair away from her fingers.
Wen Qian didn't care, tilted her head and sighed softly: "If I knew you were going to the capital, I should have let Lou Yan go with you. It would be nice to have a companion on the way. Thinking of him as a frail scholar going a long way, I would still I'm really worried."
"That doctor is gone?" Yang Jin couldn't help being surprised.
"Yes." She lowered her head and stirred the soup in the bowl, "It's just today."
Speaking of Lou Yan, Yang Jin suddenly thought of something, his thoughts wandered for a moment, and finally he said, "Wen Qian, can I ask you a question?"
"You ask."
He said softly: "The last time I read your file, you came to Guangling with Bai Sanniang ten years ago. At that time, there was another person with you besides Lou Yan. Where is that person?"
Wen Qian's movements obviously froze, she still had the meat soup in her mouth, and she chewed and swallowed it after a long time.
"he died."
Although he had expected it, Yang Jin still frowned, but his tone was imperceptibly lighter: "How did you die?"
"Who knows died of illness." She said lightly, as if she didn't want to talk about this topic, she hurriedly finished her soup and smiled at him, "Master Yang, you're leaving soon, it's so boring to talk about it Come, let me practice it for you."
Wen Qian lifted the jug and filled a glass for him.
Seeing that she didn't want to say anything, Yang Jin didn't go into it any further, took the wine glass and sipped it slowly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)?? smiled at him, "Master Yang, you're leaving soon, it's so boring to talk about itCome on, let me practice it for you."
Wen Qian lifted the jug and filled a glass for him.
Seeing that she didn't want to say anything, Yang Jin didn't go into it any further, took the wine glass and sipped it slowly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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