The reborn prince's wife

The entire Ciguang Temple was full of trouble because of the matter of the second young lady of the Lian family and the young master of the Li family. The two families came to the Ciguang Temple in a hurry to suppress the matter, but after all, they saw too many people while catching the rape in bed. Willing to buy, always can't resist the spread of rumors.

In Liuyun's Qingyuan, despite the commotion outside, it is still as quiet as before.

"Talk if you have something to say, and leave if you have nothing to say. Don't dangle in front of your lady." Liu Yun sat alone in the gazebo, a half-played chess board was placed on the stone bench, and she had black pieces in one hand and white pieces in the other. , contemplating where to go next.

"Miss, there is a commotion outside now, don't you want to take a look, Miss?" Qian Lan hesitated to speak, pursed her lips, and continued, "I told the servants in the late Qing Dynasty, but the servants didn't understand. You have been bullying Miss, how can Miss still help her?"

Qianlan's thoughts are very simple. People who bullied Liuyun are bad people in her eyes. In the past, Miss Lian had humiliated their young lady a lot in the academy, so she couldn't understand why the young lady who always loved to hold grudges would be generous. to help her.

"She doesn't like me, she mocks me, it's just verbal humiliation, she just wants to see me make a fool of herself, but she never really did anything against me."

Although she was right in saying that, Qian Lan still felt that with Miss's temperament, she should obviously be watching her suffering and gloating, there was no reason for her to help.

"If she is caught and raped in bed, then she can only die." The light tone exudes a icy chill, and Qianlan shrinks her shoulders involuntarily, and now she understands Liuyun's meaning.

Lian Wan'er is indeed annoying, but she is not guilty of death. She is just a well-protected young lady.

Of course, Liu Yun will never admit that she is actually jealous of the innocence in her eyes. The prostitute who grew up in a wealthy family still has a naivety in her heart, really. . .That's ridiculous.

"How is the mansion, is there nothing wrong?" Liu Yun hung his hands in the air, hesitating a little, thinking about where Bai Zi should land.

"The news from Ziqian, everything is fine." Wan Qing replied softly.

is everything ok?Liu Yun frowned indiscriminately, with Lin's temperament, shouldn't she be able to do something, and Lan Xi, doesn't she like Shen Yi very much, shouldn't she take advantage of the last chance to do something, otherwise When she returns to the mansion, it will be a great gift, and then the marriage of Shen's mansion and Mu's mansion should be put on the agenda.

Although she has already got the promise from her father, only the two of them know about it. Lan Xi is probably as anxious as an ant on a hot pot now.

"The old lady stays in the mansion, so the second lady won't make a fuss." Wan Qing added, seeing Liu Yun nodded, and continued, "It's just that this time the old lady stayed in the mansion for a longer time than before. There are many, I think I will go back to Xiangyun Temple after Miss and Ji."

The meaning of these words is to let Liuyun prepare early. Now Lin's peace is because the old lady is in charge. Once the old lady leaves, Lin's probably will make trouble again.

Liu Yun glanced at Wan Qing approvingly, and once again applauded her mother's gaze in her heart. When her mother passed away, Wan Qing was only in her teens, and her mother could see her delicate thoughts at a glance. Female, a woman who is famous all over the world.

"Let everyone be vigilant tonight, we will be returning home tomorrow, don't make trouble at this time." Suddenly thinking of the man who suddenly broke into her room last night, and immediately thinking of that kiss, he couldn't help but squeeze the white in his hand tightly, secretly angry.

What a shameless apprentice, he dared to treat her so lightly, if she sees her again, he will definitely do so. . .She was shocked that she was looking forward to meeting him.

how is this possible?

At this moment, there was a flute sound, ethereal and melodious, like the sound of nature.

Not only Liuyun, but even the two maids listened carefully, never expecting that there is someone in the world who can play such a moving tune.

"Go and find out who is playing the flute." Liu Yun turned his head and said to Qian Lan.

Qian Lan was ordered, nodded, and left quickly, unexpectedly, she came back in less than a cup of tea, with a bit of excitement on her face, she hurriedly said: "Miss, you are the eldest son of the Dongfang family. When I heard that Qingyuan was borrowed by the young lady, I moved to the Lianju next door."

Lianju and Qingyuan are separated by a wall, so the sound of Xiao can be heard so clearly.

"Dongfang Ye?" Liu Yun frowned. He had heard that the eldest son of the Dongfang family was weak and sick. This eldest son is even more mysterious than Lord Dongfang.

"Miss knows him?" Qianlan lowered her voice, glanced at the wall, and said in a rambling manner, "I heard that this eldest son is very powerful. The current emperor praised him for his amazing talent and allowed him to be a first-rank official. But he seems to be in really bad health, he returned to Linyang City not long after staying in the capital."

Amazing talent?Liu Yun smiled lightly, she had heard about this before, Shen Yisu was conceited, and the only person who could make him worry about it was the eldest son of the Dongfang family, and it was because of Shen Yi that Liu Yun cared about this young man. The news about Lord Hou, I have to say that the emperor really underestimated him when he said that he was a shocking talent.

"Go and get my qin." Liu Yun said softly, Wan Qing immediately went to the room to move the qin out, and Qian Lan tacitly put away the chessboard.

The sound of the flute is cold, like the sound of a clear spring in a mountain stream, like the endless fragrance of lotus in the mist, like the shadow of a cloud in the sky, like resentment like admiration, the lingering sound is like a thread, endless.

The sound of the piano is gentle, like flowing clouds and flowing water, melodious, like a ring ringing lightly and pleasing to the ear, like a yellow oriole coming out of the valley, swallows returning to their nest, clear and smooth, like weeping.

The qin and flute sounded in unison, and they fit together very well, as if they were connected with each other, and the charm was endless. They were obviously two strangers, but they seemed to be two confidants who had known each other for a long time.

"Miss, this is from the servant of Young Master Dongfang." When the sound of the piano stopped, Qian Lan handed over a wooden box.

Liu Yun's heart moved slightly. Others might think it was just an ordinary box, but in the eyes of insiders, it might be a warm wooden box for returning pearls. This music score is actually the long-lost "Floating Clouds Sigh". She is a person who loves the piano, so she naturally knows the preciousness of this music score.

She knew in her heart that she shouldn't accept gifts from random people, but this gift was so much in her heart that she hesitated for a long time and couldn't tell anyone to return it.

"Miss, there is a note under here." Qian Lan saw the note protruding from the corner of the score with sharp eyes.

The piano score is only given to bosom friends.

The vigorous handwriting made Liu Yun's eyes shine again.

"Go get the flower paper that I bought last time." Liu Yun said in a low voice, Wan Qing immediately went into the room and brought back the extremely delicate flower paper that Liu Yun bought at a huge price, Liu Yun couldn't put it down for several days day.

Why wait for silence, the sky is far away, and the bosom friend is near.

The delicate handwriting, falling on the flower paper, is extremely harmonious with the finely carved patterns.

This is the first time, the first time after rebirth, that Liu Yun actually intended to make friends with a stranger.

It was only after late Qing sent the flower note that she suddenly frowned, thinking it was her own. . .What's wrong?