The poor lover provoked Luo Xiaoniang

Chapter 658

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

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

Luo Jiaojiao blinked her eyes and looked at Qiu Zijun suspiciously.

Qiu Zijun rolled his eyelids at her, signaling her not to talk nonsense.

Luo Jiaojiao closed her mouth tightly.She found it strange that Qiu Zijun knew that they would not be able to return to the imperial city, so why did he still say such things to Ji Lian'er.

Ji Lian'er didn't say anything more!She is already the princess of the Chu Kingdom, and her husband's words are the will, so what else can she say?

After the luncheon, Bo Langjun took Luo Jiaojiao back to Huasheng Garden.

Luo Jiaojiao asked Bo Langjun why Qiu Zijun didn't allow Ji Lian'er to go back to visit relatives.

Mr. Bo Lang nodded her little nose and said:
"Wangfei's son is dead, and he is afraid that she will never return!"

"Oh!"

Luo Jiaojiao felt relieved.

But what Mr. Bo Lang didn't expect was that Ji Lian'er's new maid in the palace saw that she hated the Crown Prince of Chu deeply, so she said that she could kill him for her.

Seeing Qiu Zijun's deep affection for her, Ji Lian'er hesitated, and wanted to leave for a while to calm down.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Zijun refused to allow it, so Ji Lian'er had no choice but to secretly look for an opportunity to strike with the maidservant.

The prince has almost no contact with Ji Lian'er in normal times, so he still has to wait for an opportunity to deal with him.

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

"I'm going to live in Watson Garden tonight, madam, please rest early!"

Qiu Zijun looked at Ji Lian'er who saluted him with a pleasant face.

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

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

"I'm leaving! Ma'am stay!"

Qiu Zijun gathered his cloak, and went to Huasheng Garden with a happy mood.

The Watson Garden under the night is shrouded in a layer of mystery.

Looking from a distance, Qiu Zijun saw that the peach blossoms on the peach tree that was higher than the courtyard wall were glowing with a faint white moonlight.

"You guard the hospital door tonight to see if anyone comes in or out!"

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

"Yes!"

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

Qiu Zijun entered the Watson Garden alone.

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

When we reached the bamboo building, we saw a faint yellow light shining through a window in the second-floor attic.

Qiu Zijun stepped on the outer ladder to the attic, and went straight to the candlelit room.

Mr. Bo Lang was sitting behind a few desks reading a book.He found that there were many books on the shelf that he had never read.

The book he was holding in his hand was a strange book describing the legend of Mount Buzhou.

Luo Jiaojiao sat at the tea table and took a nap.It was Qiu Zijun's footsteps that made her open her eyes.

"Master Qiu! You are here!"

Luo Jiaojiao stood up against the tea table and gave Qiu Zijun a little salute.

"The books here are good!"

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

"You said the sound of the flute you heard last night, could it be the sound of the bamboo blown by the wind?"

Qiu Zijun looked at the brief book thoughtfully.

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

Mr. Bo Lang looked up at Mr. Qiu Zi.

"Yes! Come with me!"

Qiu Zijun said, turned and walked out the door.

Bo Langjun and Luo Jiaojiao went down the stairs, and came to the door of a slightly fragrant room.

Qiu Zijun hesitated for a moment, but pushed open the door.

"Oh! What a beautiful flower!"

Luo Jiaojiao walked in smelling the fragrance of flowers.

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

"do not move!"

Seeing that Luo Jiaojiao was about to reach out to touch the flowers, Qiu Zijun hurriedly stopped her.

"They're all dried flowers, they'll shatter when you touch them!"

Seeing Luo Jiaojiao looking back in astonishment, Qiu Zijun explained why.

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

"How did this happen?"

Luo Jiaojiao asked Qiu Zijun with great interest.

"I don't know!"

Mr. Bo went to the cupboard in the room.There are all kinds of flutes in different lengths in the cupboard.

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

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

"Blow and see!"

Qiu Zijun wanted to know what song Bo Langjun heard last night?
Mr. Bo Lang thought about it carefully, then wiped the hole of the flute with a towel, and began to play.

The flute sounds clearer and more refined, as if telling a distant story.

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

"Master Qiu! You can tell what the tune is, right?"

Luo Jiaojiao's question made Qiu Zijun come back to his senses and let out a "huh".

"It's a song from her hometown!"

Qiu Zijun had a strange look on his face.

"who is she?"

Luo Jiaojiao asked curiously.

"My grandmother! She taught me Kung Fu!"

Qiu Zijun revealed his teacher.

"Then why does she live here?"

Luo Jiaojiao's words seemed to touch Qiu Zijun's long-sealed past that had been hidden deep in his heart, causing him to close his eyes and not speak for a long time.

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

Mr. Bo Lang wiped the bamboo flute in his hand and put it back in the cabinet.

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

When Qiu Zijun opened his eyes, he felt as relaxed as if he was telling a story about someone who had nothing to do with him.

"So that's it! Where did she go then?"

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

"After my mother died, she disappeared."

Qiu Zijun sighed.

"Could it be that she came back last night?"

Luo Jiaojiao couldn't help shivering when she said that.

"She won't come back when she's gone! Besides, counting her age, she may not be still alive!"

Qiu Zijun felt a little dejected.

"Sorry! Master Qiu!"

Luo Jiaojiao realized how rude she was just now when she saw the sad look on Qiu Zijun's face.

"No problem! It's all over! Let's go back to the house and wait!"

Qiu Zijun didn't want to make Luo Jiaojiao feel uneasy, so he could only cheer up.

The three of Bo Langjun returned to their house, and sat down to drink tea.

Qiu Zijun kept silent because he was in a bad mood.

Mr. Bo Lang read that strange book again.Luo Jiaojiao felt bored, and fell asleep on her stomach after drinking tea for a while.

Qiu Zijun took off his cloak and covered Luo Jiaojiao.He walked to the window and looked at the peach tree in the garden that his grandmother had planted with his own hands.

The past events were vivid in his mind, which made him think about others even more.

It was late at night, and there was a faint mist outside.

Qiu Zijun closed the window gently, then turned around and said:
"Go to sleep! Maybe you won't hear the flute tonight!"

Just as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew by, and faintly faint flute sounds came...

(End of this chapter)