Reborn Concubine's Wife

Chapter 281: Lang Ah Lang (2)
After sitting for a while, Mrs. Song got up and said goodbye.Wang Xun asked Wang Jiulang to send it out in person.The veiled woman helped Mrs. Song Guo into the carriage, and then got into the carriage by herself.When she turned to say goodbye to Wang Jiulang, a gust of wind suddenly blew away her veil a little.She pressed the veil in a panic, and Wang Jinzhi saw a delicate chin.Facing her eyes, he realized that her eyes were dark, like two black jades soaked in spring water, black and white were distinct, making one intoxicated.It seems that those eyes have a magical power. When you see them, you will not be willing to look away.

Wang Jiulang suddenly felt that such bright eyes were somewhat familiar, but when those eyes looked at him, even if he smiled, it was difficult to hide the hatred buried in them.These eyes are as clear as a mountain spring, with a trace of innocence.

He felt a violent throb in his chest.When he came back to his senses, the carriage had slowly gone away.

"Master? Master?" Li Ziwei stepped forward and called twice, a little surprised at his reaction today, as if he was out of his mind.Looking at the carriage in the distance, I couldn't figure it out, even if the lady of the Song Dynasty was beautiful, she was old and faded, right?Why does Kuro look so obsessed?
Wang Jinzhi felt a little ridiculous.I don't understand why I always think of A Ruo today.

"Let's go, go back to Muxueyuan." He restrained his thoughts and walked towards his residence.

There are a large area of ​​pear trees planted in Muxue Garden. In March, thousands of trees and thousands of pear trees bloom. Looking from a distance, it looks like a large snow scene.This is called Mu Xueyuan.

When they arrived, Jiang Zijing was discussing matters with another staff member in the tea room.Seeing him walk in, they all got up and saluted.Wang Jiulang waved his hands, letting them do whatever they wanted.

He didn't sit among them to discuss things like before, but he cleaned his hands, walked to the piano table, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes lightly.With a flick of his fingers, he played the piece that the masked woman played just now.

Wang Jiulang has three unique skills, one is piano, the other is painting, and the third is calligraphy.

He has played this piece countless times, and it has gradually spread in Jiankang.But today, he played.Jiang Zijing and the others felt that there was less of the celestial air of the past that was lonely and unattainable, and there was a little more tenderness that was not easy to detect, which made the sound of the piano a lot more tactful. I can't help but think of the girl I met when I was young, she is sweet and graceful, but it is an unattainable dream painting.

At the end of the song, Jiang Zijing and others were still thinking about it, but Wang Jinzhi had already opened his eyes.

He walked to the middle of them, sat on the head, and asked, "Does Wulang have any news?"

Jiang Zijing came back to his senses, and looked at him with some displeasure, feeling that he had broken the artistic conception just now, which was really a bit wicked.However, when it came to business, he straightened his body and said, "Not yet."

"It's been almost a year. Have you heard from him yet?" He said calmly.

Jiang Zijing and the others had a layer of sweat on their backs. For more than a year, although Wang Jiulang still had that faint smile on his face, he had become more and more cold.His words were clearly blaming him.

"Do you know that if he doesn't show up, our lives will not be guaranteed?"

"Yes. This subordinate will ask someone to investigate as soon as possible." Jiang Zijing wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

Wang Jinzhi pondered for a moment, and said: "No need. Since you haven't found out after a year of investigation, there is no need to investigate any further. I will send someone else to do it."

"Here."

After Jiang Zijing and others left, Wang Jinzhi stood up and walked to the yard, staring at the koi in the water tank in a daze.I don't know why, the long-standing qi-nourishing skill is broken today.His state of mind was no longer as calm as before, but rippled and a little chaotic.

Is it because of that woman?
He raised his head and looked at the big tree in front of him, his eyes cast on the bird's nest on the branch, lost in thought.

"Master, Zhou Langjun sent someone to send an invitation card, saying that there is a banquet tonight." The little boy who had been waiting on him came over with a card.

Wang Jinzhi glanced at it casually. Although he had been in Jiankang for more than half a year, he was busy with Sima Si's ascension to the throne and had no chance to see Zhou Jue.One of his posts today reminded him of the days in western Liaoning.He took the post and said with a smile: "Clean up and go to Zhou Mansion."

There is not much difference between the south of the Yangtze River and the north. Various banquets are always held among the nobles.No matter whose family is hosting the banquet, Wang Jinzhi will always receive an invitation card.

After tidying up, it's time to go to the banquet.Zhou Mansion was also in Bird Clothes Lane, Wang Jiulang did not ask someone to prepare a car, but walked to Zhou Mansion on foot.

It was twilight, and the Zhou Mansion was hidden in a silver-blue twilight.The high-hanging lanterns swayed in the wind, and many carriages had already parked at the door.As soon as I approached, there was a scent of fragrance.Wang Jinzhi couldn't help pinching his nose with a slight frown. He never liked to put powder on his face, and he couldn't stand the fragrance.

Just when he was frowning and felt that he couldn't take it anymore, suddenly the tip of his nose penetrated into a faint fragrance.Don't use those rich powder fragrance, this fragrance is as clear as a white plum standing proudly in the cold wind.It reminded him of Mrs. Song's daughter who was at the mansion during the day.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw a white figure passing by his side.The dark black hair was tied with a hair rope, and it was swaying casually behind the master's steps.He only had time to see clearly that the person who came was wearing a tulle, and the person had already passed by him.

"You're here!" Zhou Jue's hearty laughter came from the front.He wore a pink dress, trimmed with gold thread.The difference is that today he is not wearing powder like before.

He stopped in his tracks, looked at Zhou Jue, spoke softly to the woman wearing a veil, and laughed at Yan Yan.The man is handsome, the woman is pretty.The two stood together like a painting.However, Wang Jiulang just felt that it was a bit of an eyesore.The shallow smile on the lips froze.

"Brother Jin..."

Wang Jiulang turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw a young girl in a fine attire looking at him with a smile.

(End of this chapter)