Xuan Yi saw Defu and Lan Zihui standing there for a long time and was curious about what happened. He walked forward involuntarily and stood behind Lan Zihui and Defu, looking at the back of this vicious and bullying figure.
No matter how hard Ling Nian begged, Ling Shijun slowly opened the brocade box. He opened it in the right direction for Xuan Yi to see clearly.
The painting was opened, and it was a portrait of a woman. In the picture, the woman is holding a silk chin, staring at a certain place, her eyes are full of melancholy and sadness. Ling Shiqi painted this woman vividly, penetrating into the wood, and wrote on the upper right
: Qinxin pictures, showing the depth of intention.
Ling Shijun said: "Who did I think it was? Isn't this Miss Yang? It seems that my brother really likes her. If she is not my sister-in-law, I will marry her as my wife, hahaha."
Several gangsters also laughed together. Xuan Yi stared at the painting sharply, his hands shaking with excitement. Defu whispered: "I found it, Master, I found it."
Lan Zihui was about to step forward, but Xuan Yi blocked him with his hand and said, "Let's go."
"Let's go, young master..."
"I said let's go." Xuan Yi said word for word, and Lan Zihui could only nod and follow behind.
Ling Shijun's voice came from behind: "Okay, Master, I will read it and give it back to you."
Xuan Yi walked quickly and almost ran over. He was so angry that he remembered the name of the picture: Qin Xin Tu, how quickly it entered other people's hearts, how quickly he found a refuge, Liang Qizi
, I really underestimated you. However, this is Liang Qizi. If she is unpopular, she will not be my Liang Qizi. Thinking of this, Xuan Yi's corners of his mouth rose with an evil smile.
Lan Zihui and Defu were both confused. Xuan Yi looked gloomy for a while, then laughed again. Although they had been with him for so many years, they still couldn't figure out what Xuan Yi was thinking in his heart.
Tonight, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Qizi was ready to rest after seeing Su Yueling off. Xiuyu covered her with a quilt, blew out the lantern, closed the door and went back to her room to rest.
Qi Zi closed his eyes and opened them again, thinking of the past: In previous years, the Chinese New Year was always very lively. When the children next door came to ask for sweets, my mother would save her money and let me buy a lot of sweets. You come and I visit.
, gossiping about everyday life, such pleasant days, now they are gone like water in the east, and will never come back. The corners of my eyes are wet, and when I notice, a few lines of tears have fallen.
In the past two days, I have been thinking about my affairs with Su Yueling. After all, staying with Mr. Ling is not an option. It may also miss the marriage of Ling Shiqi and Zhao Yunniang. It is better for me to get out as soon as possible. But after leaving, I have to go there with Su Yueling.
What? Two poor people, how can we fight against fate?
Qi Zi's mind was full of thoughts, and when she wanted to calm down and sleep, she suddenly heard a sweet whistle. Who was playing the whistle so late? She opened the lid and got up, took a cloak and put it on her body and opened the window.
The cold air hit her face and she shivered.
A gust of cold wind blew, and something seemed to be floating down in the yard. She opened the door curiously, walked to the yard by the moonlight and the light from the eaves, bent down to pick up the falling things, and took a closer look, and she was pleasantly surprised:
Aren't these the petals of a Phalaenopsis? She searched for the source, but found nothing except picking up a few petals.
She searched carefully and found that there was no Phalaenopsis in the Ling Mansion. So where did these petals come from? With doubts, Qi Zi returned to the house and closed the door. The chirping continued, which made people feel happy.
It was very quiet. Qi Zi walked to the window and looked into the distance, but the sound was still nowhere to be found. Maybe the petals were sent by Xiao Sheng. Qi Zi felt funny at his own thoughts. He withdrew his gaze and carefully placed the petals on the piano.
On the edge of the stage, it was the day after Qi Zi played the piano for the first time. Ling Shiqi sent someone to deliver it. He has not played it since then. To accompany this whistle tonight, let's just thank him for the surprise.
Qi Zi raised his hand gently, with the beautiful sound of the piano and the sweet sound of the flute. Why does this piece of music that has never been played before feel so familiar? Flute player, do you want to express a message? Qi Zi is attentive.
As I listened, my mind gradually appeared: affectionate longing, loneliness, lingering sadness, and ardent hope.
When the last note fell, the sound of the flute also stopped. Qi Zi had the urge to cry and was so heartbroken that she couldn't help herself. Why was she so blind? When she got up, she dropped her shawl on the ground, opened the door and rushed into the yard.
, eagerly looking for the sound of the flute, the cold wind penetrated her inner clothes, but she could not feel any chill. She looked up and searched: "Who are you? You are here, right? Please come out and see me, please
You come out."
No one answered her, because no one could hear her silent cry. Tears welled up like spring water, but her search failed. She sat on the ground, silently letting her tears fall on the cold ground.
Xuan Yi, who was hiding aside, was so distressed that he almost crushed his flute. Seeing him again after a long separation made him happy on his face and worried in his heart. Qi Zi still hated him so much, otherwise he would not have run away from the palace, and he appeared in front of her rashly.
Will she do anything extreme in front of her? But if she doesn't show up now, why don't she just sit in the ice and snow until dawn?
Xuan Yi picked up a pebble on the ground and used his skills to knock Qi Zi unconscious. He hurriedly walked over and hugged Qi Zi tightly in his arms. The familiar temperature almost drove him crazy. He hugged her back
He put it on the bed in the room and quickly covered her with a quilt, fearing that the cold just now would freeze her.
He took off his coat, lay down next to Qi Zi, and gently placed Qi Zi's head on his arm. Qi Zi fell asleep sweetly. Xuan Yi lowered his head and kissed her gently on the lips. He
He could have gotten her, but if he did, he felt that he was no different from a prodigal. If he wanted to get her, he had to get everything about her, whether it was body or heart.
His thoughts went back to the few months when Qi Zi lost his memory. Those days were so sweet. Unfortunately, only he has that unforgettable memory now. Qi Zi's share has passed away in her mind. He doesn't know how to put it back.
The memory that was sleeping deep in her mind was awakened, and she could only wait for her silently, hoping that one day she would suddenly remember that she still had such a past, and maybe he would have a chance to make her feel less hateful.
He gently stroked her cheek with his hand, lamenting her experience after leaving the palace, and asked gently: "Qizi, what exactly have you experienced? Why did you suddenly lose the right to speak? Everything is my fault. I shouldn't have
You are locked up in the palace. If I hadn't listened to your mother and let you know the truth earlier, maybe we wouldn't be like this, right? I will definitely catch the person who caused you to lose your voice. I won't
Let him be unable to speak like you, and I will make him lose his life. You are everything to me. I have been dreaming about you for countless nights. Now I finally find you. No matter what happens in the future, I will never give up.
Hugging his beloved woman, Xuan Yi closed his eyes in contentment...