Who wouldn't like a gentle, considerate, intelligent and beautiful wife like Ji Lianer?

Qiu Zijun was afraid that she would never return, so she said that when Luo Jiaojiao and the others returned to the imperial city, she would take her back to visit relatives.

Luo Jiaojiao blinked her eyes and looked at Qiu Zijun in confusion.

Qiu Zijun clamped her eyelids and signaled her not to talk nonsense.

Luo Jiaojiao then closed her mouth. What she thought was strange was that Qiu Zijun knew that they could not return to the imperial city, so why did she say such things to Ji Lianer?

Ji Lian'er didn't say anything more! She is already the princess of Chu. Her husband's words are the will. What else can she say?

After lunch, Bo Langjun took Luo Jiaojiao back to Watson Garden.

Luo Jiaojiao asked Bo Langjun why Qiuzijun refused Ji Lian'er to go back to visit relatives.

Bo Langjun pointed her nose and said:

"The princess's son died, and he was afraid that she would never return!"

"oh!"

Luo Jiaojiao felt relieved.

But what Bo Langjun didn't expect was that Ji Lian'er's new maid saw that she hated the prince of Chu and said that she could kill him for her.

Ji Lian'er was hesitant when she saw Qiu Zijun's deep love for her, and wanted to leave for a while and calm down.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Zijun refused, so Ji Lian'er had to secretly look for an opportunity with the maid.

The prince usually had no contact with Ji Lianer, so he had to wait for the opportunity to deal with him.

Ji Lian'er is not a vicious person, so she is always restless. She is afraid of seeing Qiu Zijun, but he still comes to her bedroom as usual.

"I'm going to stay in Watson Garden tonight. Madam, let's take a break soon!"

Qiuzijun looked at Ji Lian'er who was showing his salute with a smile.

"The dew is heavy at night, please put on your cloak!"

Ji Lian'er walked to the hanger and took Qiu Zijun's cloak and put it on him.

"I'm leaving! Madam stay!"

Qiu Zijun gathered her cloak and then went to Watson Garden with a happy mood.

Watson Garden is shrouded in a mysterious color under the night.

Qiu Zijun looked from afar and saw the peach blossoms on the peach tree that was taller than the courtyard wall, with a faint white moonlight.

"You personally guard the hospital door tonight to see if anyone is in and out!"

Qiu Zijun walked to the gate of the yard and ordered Liang Kai, the personal guard behind him.

"yes!"

Although Liang Kai didn't know what his master intended, he knew that there must be a reason for this move.

Qiu Zijun entered Watson Garden alone.

The garden was quiet, as if no one had ever been there.

When I reached the bamboo building, I saw a dim light coming out from a window in the second-floor loft.

Qiu Zijun stepped on the outer ladder to the attic and headed straight to the light candlelight room.

Bo Langjun was sitting behind a few desks to read a book. He found that there were many books on the bookshelf that he had never read before.

The book he was holding was a strange book describing the legend of Buzhou Mountain.

Luo Jiaojiao sat at the tea table and was dozing. The sound of Qiu Zijun's footsteps made her open her eyes.

"Master Qiu! You are here!"

Luo Jiaojiao stood up on the tea table and gave Qiu Zijun a little gift.

“The books here are good!”

Bo Langjun made a noise when he put down the booklet made of bamboo slips.

"You said that the sound of flute you heard last night was the sound of the wind blowing bamboo?"

Qiu Zijun looked at the Jianshu with all his thoughts.

"No! The sound of the wind blowing bamboo is not a tune. Is there a flute here?"

Bo Langjun looked up at Qiu Zijun.

"Yes! Come with me!"

Qiu Zijun said and turned around and left the door.

Bo Langjun and Luo Jiaojiao followed closely behind and came to the door of a slightly fragrant house.

Qiu Zijun hesitated for a moment and pushed open the door of the room.

"Ha! What a beautiful flower!"

Luo Jiaojiao smelled the fragrance of flowers and walked in.

There is a bamboo basket on the low table in the room. Although the flowers inside are dry, they are as beautiful as when they are blooming.

"Don't move!"

Gu was afraid/span Qiuzijun saw Luo Jiaojiao reaching out to touch the flowers, so she hurriedly said to stop her.

"It's all dried flowers, they will break when touched!"

Qiu Zijun saw Luo Jiaojiao looking back in surprise, and then explained the reason.

Luo Jiaojiao retracted her arms and bent down to take a closer look, and then she realized that they were indeed dried flowers.

"How did this happen?"

Luo Jiaojiao asked Qiu Zijun with interest.

"I don't know!"

But Bo Langjun walked towards the cabinets in the room. There were flutes of different lengths in the cabinets.

Some are jade, some are ebony, and some are made of bamboo.

Bo Langjun took a bamboo flute and held it in his hand.

"Look at it!"

Qiu Zijun wants to know what song Bo Langjun heard last night?

Bo Langjun thought about it carefully, then wiped the flute hole with a towel and handkerchief, and started playing.

The sound of the flute is clearer and more refined, as if telling a distant story.

Qiu Zijun was fascinated by the sound of Bo Langjun until he finished his flute, and he was still immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

"Master Qiu! Have you heard what kind of song it is, right?"

Luo Jiaojiao's question made Qiu Zijun come to her senses and said "Oh" sound.

"It's the song from her hometown!"

Qiu Zijun's expression was a little strange.

"who is she?"

Luo Jiaojiao asked curiously.

"My grandmother! She taught me my kung fu!"

Qiu Zijun tells his own sect.

"Then why would she live here?"

Luo Jiaojiao's words seemed to touch Qiu Zijun's past that had been hidden deep in his heart for a long time, and even made him close his eyes and never speak for a long time.

"If you don't want to say it, you don't have to force it!"

Bo Langjun wiped the bamboo flute in his hand and put it back into the cabinet.

"My grandmother is indeed a Taoist nun. She came to the palace to visit my mother, but was seen by my grandfather, who was still the King of Chu at that time, and forced her to stay in the palace."

When Qiu Zijun opened her eyes, she seemed to be telling a story about someone who had nothing to do with him.

"So that's the case! Then where did she go later?"

Luo Jiaojiao remembered what Bo Langjun said about hearing the flute sound last night.

"After my mother passed away, she disappeared."

Qiu Zijun sighed.

"Will she come back last night?"

Luo Jiaojiao couldn't help but tremble when she said it.

"She will not come back after she leaves! Besides, she may not be alive!"
To be continued...