palm surgery

Chapter 35 The Flute
After Shang Yuan had passed, the family room of He Family vigorously investigated the matter of He Ziyu's previous surgery. This unrelenting posture seemed to turn the He family upside down.

He Lingjiang was sitting in the room reading a book, when Qiongzhi came in and said, "Madam, the fourth lady of Sun Juncheng's family sent someone to bring you a scroll of painting. She said that it was the night of Shangyuan Festival that I met you like old friends, and I was very happy. There is just one volume of paintings by famous artists, especially for you to enjoy."

"The madam asked the maid to fetch it directly." After speaking, she presented the scroll to He Lingjiang.

He Lingjiang put down the book in her hand and opened the scroll. The painting is a good painting, but unfortunately she is not the original He Qi Niangzi, and she only knows a little about the painting.

There is also a flower note in the painting.

"Congratulations to Qi Niangzi, I am really grateful for the Shangyuan Festival. I heard that Qi Niangzi loves to paint and is good at painting, and Jinniang has a pair of "Ink Plum Map" with the crown of the king in her hand, which is specially given to Niangzi. I hope Qi Niangzi can accept it. If Qi Niangzi is free in the future, Jin Niang will come to visit again."

She looked at the flower paper in her hand and raised her eyebrows slightly.

The fourth lady of the Sun family was very thoughtful in her work. She not only gave her a thank you, but also explained to everyone the reason why the two met.

In this way, the exchanges between the two are nothing but ordinary little lady's exchanges in the boudoir.

She couldn't get the sun, so she was bored at home all day long, and she couldn't see or hear the things that the lady-in-law or the servants said.

If the fourth lady of the Sun family wants to come to the door, it may not be bad to hear her talk about the outside world.

She found a piece of paper and wrote back to Sun Rujin, only saying that she was free, she could come when she was free.

The golden hairpin in his sleeve swayed, full of dissatisfaction: "Didn't you say you want to take me to see the heartless man, and my wish was fulfilled? It's been two days, why haven't you moved?"

Could it be that I really believed your nonsense?
He Lingjiang took her out of his sleeve, knocked on the table boredly, and said, "Fifteen years have passed, do you know where your heartless person is now?"

Qian Niang in the golden hairpin felt that she had knocked her head dizzy: "How do I know?"

"That's it. I've asked Yun Fu to check it out. This matter can't be rushed. I can't go out during the day. If your heartbreaker is no longer in Linchuan, then it's even more urgent."

Qian Niang was angry: "If he is not in Linchuan, and you can't go out, when will my wish come to an end? Are you a liar?"

"What are you cheating on? If he's not in Linchuan, I'll use other methods to make you get what you want. You're so anxious, why do you want me to send you to reincarnate earlier?"

"The devil wants to be reborn!"

"That's it." He Lingjiang tapped the golden hairpin.

Qianniang was so suffocated that she was afraid of He Lingjiang's demeanor of a mysterious master before, and honestly handed over her soul orb.Unexpectedly, her tongue is even more powerful.

She simply shrank in the hairpin and ignored her.

In the evening, Qian Niang in the golden hairpin was woken up by He Lingjiang again, and she said impatiently, "What are you doing?"

He Lingjiang Youyou said: "I think you seem impatient? Could it be that you don't want to see your heartless person, so you want to go home?"

Qianniang shuddered and said, "There's no such thing, there's no such thing. Dare to ask Mrs. He to wake up the slave, why is it so expensive?"

"Take you to make a wish."

Qian Niang was overjoyed: "But that person has been found?"

He Lingjiang snorted and said: "Yun Fu just came to spread the word that your heartless gentleman is still in Linchuan City and lives in the south of the city. It is when the moon is dark and the wind is high, we can go out and have a look."

"How do you say it's like being a thief?" Qian Niang muttered.

"Isn't that just being a thief? Are you still thinking about letting me hand over the invitation and take you to visit him in an open and honest way?" He Lingjiang glanced at her.

"It doesn't have to be like this. How does this person deserve it? We just go there at night, maybe we can scare him."

He Lingjiang knocked on her: "Don't make any fools."

She called Aman over to guard the house, and she avoided the guards in the mansion and secretly went out of the mansion.

Qianniang's heartless husband, surnamed Zhang Mingxu, lived in Caomen Alley in the east of the city, surrounded by wealthy merchants' homes.

He Lingjiang stopped in front of a mansion with stone lions standing on it. Two large "Zhang mansions" were written on the door plaque.

She bypassed the vigil and jumped over the wall.

Yun Fu had already investigated the layout of Zhang's residence, so she just turned around and went to Zhang Xu's yard.

In a bedroom in the small courtyard, Zhang Jialang Zhang Zhongxu suddenly felt a chill, he unknowingly pulled the quilt and turned over.

In his sleep, he still clenched his brows, as if he was not sleeping well.

The weather has not yet warmed, and the heater in the house has not been extinguished, and a figure can be seen standing beside him at some point.

The man threw out a talisman, the charcoal fire in the heater trembled violently, and then a wisp of smoke rose up, a faint warm fragrance emanated from it, silently, slowly blending into the dense night in the room.

At night, it was extremely quiet, and only two clear and audible breathing sounds could be heard on the bed.

However, while making a cup of tea, a slight snoring could be heard on the couch. No doubt, the two of them had already fallen asleep on the couch.

Then the man took out the fire book and put it on a candle on the table.

The light of the candle wick jumped a few times, and then, the room lit up, revealing the face under the lamp, the complexion like snow, and under the warm yellow light, it showed a soft jade color.

It was He Lingjiang who sneaked into Zhang Mansion.

She walked to the bed and lightly tapped on the forehead of the woman beside Zhang Xu, the woman fell into a deep sleep, and then she drew a talisman in the air and patted it on Zhang Xu's forehead.

She called out Qianniang and said softly, "Wait."

Then he walked to the table and sat down, turned his palms over, took out a jade flute and brought it to his lips.The fingertips rested lightly on the flute hole, and the light-white fingers seemed to be integrated with the jade-colored body of the flute.

A faint sound of the flute was raised slowly, wandering in a misty way.

The sound of the flute fell into a dream, Zhang Xu on the couch could not help frowning, his eyelids moved slightly, as if struggling to wake up from the dream.

He Lingjiang didn't realize it, the flute sounded incessantly between his breaths, and there was a bit of serenity and mystery between the beginning and the end, as if someone was whispering something in his ear.

Before he knew it, Zhang Xu's brows gradually stretched, and his breathing was long, as if he had entered a new dream again.

Inside the room, the sound of the flute was muffled, as if weaving a dream-like past.Outside the room, it was dark and silent.No one could have imagined that in this room, someone was weaving a dream with the sound of a flute.

The candlelight swayed gently, and it seemed that the faint sound of the flute had moved the soul, for fear of disturbing people's dreams, it became gentle at that moment.

The whole house was extremely quiet, except for the melodious sound of the flute, rippling in circles.

Qian Niang stared at the bed quietly.

Zhang Xu, who was already sleeping, did not know when he opened his eyes, staring blankly at the gauze above his head, with a smile on his face.

You Miao's flute sound became deeper and deeper, like weeping and complaining, as if she was telling the past.The lingering sound is long, like silk vines, quietly extending into the depths of people's memory, and thoughts will follow.

(End of this chapter)