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Chapter 43. Goodbye Old Things

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    Ever since the flower-folding incident that day, Chuyao deliberately avoided Xiao Jing. I don't know if she dodged properly or Xiao Jing had other important matters, but she hadn't seen him in the small hotel for three days.

    "Miss, someone sent a brocade box." Liu Shu walked into Chuyao's room holding a delicately carved mahogany box.

    Chuyao didn't put down the scroll in his hand, and said casually: "Why don't you take it to King Ning?"

    This is the residence where the king of the Wen Kingdom gave Xiao Jing to live. The owner is naturally Xiao Jing, and if someone sends something, it is naturally Xiao Jing's. Besides, many Wen Kingdom officials have sent people to send gifts these days, probably related to Xiao Jing.  Make friends, and he will be merciful to his subordinates in the future, so she doesn't think too much about it.

    "The person who sent it said that it was not for the prince, but for a bosom friend."

    Hearing this, Chuyao put down the scroll in his hand, got up and walked to Liu Shu, and took the brocade box, which was flat and probably a little bigger than a book.  Open the box, there is really a book inside, to be precise, it is a piano score.

    "Sad song?" Chuyao took out the piano score in the box, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, this Suyan is really a wonderful person.

    Turning over the pages of the book, there was a faint fragrance, Chuyao picked up the score and sniffed it, it was the fragrance from the ink.  The handwriting on the paper is beautiful and elegant, and the small script is very beautiful. You can think of the person who wrote it when you read the words.

    "The servant has been with the lady for so long, and I have never seen the lady receive a gift from anyone so happy. I don't know who gave it to me?" Liu Shu was a little surprised by Chu Yao's smile.  When I was in the Song Mansion, people who admired my young lady were like crucian carp crossing the river, and there were not many people who came to her door with gifts to please her, but I never saw her smiling like this when receiving a gift.

    "A bosom friend." Chu Yao smiled and handed the brocade box to Liu Shu, holding the piano score by herself, and walked back to the desk to look through it.

    "Is it Mr. Su Yan?" Liu Shu remembered that Chu Yao was full of praise for Su Yan's piano music that day, and he must be the only one who could make her consider her a bosom friend.

    Chu Yao nodded with a smile, and continued to look at the piano score in his hand.  This was the song played by Su Yan in Ju Yaxuan that day, I remember he said it was just a sad song for a sad person, it seems that he is also a person with a story in him.  Those who can compose and play such a piece of music, presumably have an elusive relationship.

    If she were not in such a situation, she would really like to have a deep friendship with him.

    Looking halfway through, I suddenly saw a red leaf in the middle, on which was written noon, Hanxianglou.

    "Mr. Su Yan, what does this mean?" Liu Shu looked at Hong Ye and asked curiously.

    Chu Yao closed the piano score and said to her, "Let's go to Hanxiang Tower."

    When she arrived in Wenguo, she was much more free. Xiao Jing didn't restrict her from going out to the museum, but it could also be that Xiao Jing expected that she would not be able to escape from his palm.  In Wenguo.

    "How does Miss know that Mr. Suyan means to invite Miss to come here today?" Liu Shu followed Chuyao to Hanxiang Tower.

    "If you can't figure it out, are you still worthy of the word bosom friend?" Chu Yao was obviously in a very happy mood today, and stepped into Hanxiang Tower.

    The smiling building is completely different during the day and at night, and it is so quiet that you can't help but hold your breath.

    A woman in pink stepped forward with a smile on her face, greeted Chuyao, and said with a smile: "The young master has been waiting inside for a long time, please come with me, young lady."

    Chuyao nodded, followed the woman in pink around the lobby, and walked into the backyard. Generally, the backyard of a brothel is a place for the girls in the building to rest, but Hanxiang Building is obviously different. The backyard is like an ordinary small house, with a single family  .

    "Young master is inside, please, girl." The woman in pink stopped, blessed her body, and stepped back respectfully.

    Chu Yao raised his eyes and looked at the door plaque. There was nothing on the black plaque. The corner of his mouth smiled slightly, and he said to Liu Shu: "You wait outside."

    Liu Shu nodded, Chuyao pushed the door open and went in.

    The decoration inside the room is simple and quite elegant. The biggest piece of furniture is probably the bookshelf against the wall. The entire bookshelf is full of books. If you don't mention it, others will think it is a scholar's home.

    "Girl, it really is my bosom friend." Su Yan stepped out from behind the white gauze, wearing a crimson dress that was as red as fire, with a loose neckline, long black hair hanging down, covering her fair chest.

    If it is a woman, it must be a monster.

    At that moment, this sentence flashed in Chu Yao's mind.

    "It's a blessing for the little girl to be recognized as a bosom friend by Mr. Suyan."

    "On that day, I always felt like old friends at first sight with the girl. I took the liberty to invite her. This is the luck of my three lives." Su Yan's tone and posture were casual, but it didn't give people a perfunctory taste, but it was like an old friend's teasing.

    Hearing the words, Chuyao smiled slightly and sat down calmly.

    "Speaking of which, Miss ZhisuIt's really unfair that Suyan has never heard of the girl's name. Could the girl tell me?  "Su Yan also sat down, took a pot and poured a cup of tea, and handed it to her.

    Chuyao took the blue and white porcelain cup, and said with a smile: "Master, you can find out that the man who rises ten thousand gold in the sun is King Ning of Yan State, so why can't you find out my name?"

    "The girl disguised herself as a man and followed King Ning. It is natural to conceal her identity on purpose. What I found out will not be accurate." Su Yan took a sip of tea and raised her eyebrows lightly.  His eyebrows and eyes are very well formed, and every subtle expression has its own charm.

    "Since you know that I'm deliberately concealing it, even if you tell your son now, you might not know your real name." Chuyao is still dressed in men's clothing, with that human skin mask on his face.

    Su Yan chuckled, and narrowed her slender eyes, which were really pretty.

    "People always have their own secrets, and it's inconvenient for girls to tell you, so I can't force you." Su Yan frowned, her lips pouted slightly like flower petals, and said distressedly: "Since you are a bosom friend, it's inevitable that girls always call you like this.  Unfamiliar, what should I call another name? How is Chu Yao?"

    Chu Yao was slightly stunned, and the hand holding the cup couldn't help trembling.

    "Don't you like it?" Su Yan asked after seeing her reaction.

    Chuyao saw that he was not unusual, guessed it might be a coincidence, and said: "The name is just a title, you can call him whatever you like."

    "Haha, it's because I'm too persistent." Su Yan smiled: "Then it's Chuyao, which means Chuyao thin and thin."

    Chu Yao calmed down a little, it seemed that it was really just a coincidence.

    "The young master invited me here because he only wanted to discuss my name?"

    "I got a music score the day before yesterday, and I thought of you for some reason." Su Yan's lips curled up, she got up and went to the bookshelf, took out a book from it, walked back to Chuyao, and said, "It's Miss Song San, the number one beauty in the country of Yan  the tune."

    When Chuyao saw the handwriting on it, she was taken aback for a moment, it turned out to be her handwriting, her song.  When the Song Mansion was about to be burnt down, she didn't take these songs with her. She never expected to see them here, and an indescribable feeling filled her heart.

    Chuyao took it over, this is Jinghongwu's song, it was composed by Song Yanming on her birthday.

    "How do you think Miss Song San did this song?" Su Yan asked when she saw a change in her expression.

    "At first glance, the style of the song is gorgeous, but in detail, there are hidden dangers." Chu Yao said truthfully, the song was made by her, and of course she understood the meaning very well.

    Su Yan nodded in agreement, leaned over, and pointed to several places in the score.

    Chuyao couldn't help smiling, he really was a bosom friend, he could see the mystery she was hiding so easily, it wasn't something that could be achieved by just being proficient in rhythm.

    "It's a pity." Su Yan sighed suddenly.

    "What a pity?" Chu Yao was curious.

    "After hearing that the Song family was defeated, Miss Song San disappeared, and her life and death are unknown." Su Yan sighed softly: "It's a pity that I haven't seen such a woman who is good at rhythm."

    "How about I play this song for the young master?"

    "Oh? I can't ask for it." Su Yan raised his eyebrows.

    Chuyao got up to burn incense, walked to the side of the zither, sat down, frowned and raised her arms.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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