Hear the string song and know the elegant meaning.
Shen Ning knew what Zhou Zhongkang meant as soon as she heard it.
"Master Zhou, you want me to stop interfering in this matter, right?" She turned her eyes and looked at him with a smile.
Zhou Zhongkang lowered his eyes. Under the gaze of her clear, water-like eyes, he felt his heart beating rapidly, as if all his inner thoughts were understood by her at a glance.
He said: "Ms. Shen, Miss Shen, it is my responsibility to handle the case and pursue the murderer. It has nothing to do with you. Being able to hear Miss Shen's words today has benefited the county a lot. I don't dare to do it again." Luxury."
Shen Ning said calmly: "Okay, in that case, I'll take my leave."
She flicked her sleeves, turned around, opened the door, and walked out.
"Zhui Feng, let's go."
She left without looking back, and didn't even look back at Zhou Zhongkang.
It came suddenly and left suddenly.
Zhou Zhongkang raised his head and looked at her back with a complicated expression. The moon was bright and bright, and she was as graceful as the person in the painting. She quickly disappeared from his sight.
He involuntarily followed her for two steps, but stopped when he reached the door.
What a girl with pride and character.
he thought to himself.
However, it’s okay to leave.
"Young master, she...she left, you, why didn't you chase after her?" Wufu stamped his feet and saw Zhou Zhongkang standing motionless at the door. He chased him two steps away, but was stopped by Zhou Zhongkang.
"Wu Fu, stop."
Wu Fu turned around unhappily, "Master, Miss Shen is gone, why don't you send her off?"
"There's no need to give it away." Zhou Zhongkang shook his head and said, "Miss Shen won't care about these red tapes. Go and take out the bamboo flute from our box and give it to Miss Shen."
"The bamboo flute in the box?" Wufu said in surprise: "That's our family heirloom. Master, are you just giving it away like this?"
Zhou Zhongkang lowered his face and said, "Just give it to me if I ask you to. Where does all this nonsense come from?"
Wufu had been with Zhou Zhongkang since he was a child, and his closeness to him was far greater than his awe. Although he saw the young master's expression of hesitation, he still murmured in a low voice:
"Sir, this bamboo flute is the best and most valuable thing we have left. Don't you feel bad about giving it away?"
"If you want to give it to someone, of course you have to give it the best." Zhou Zhongkang said without hesitation.
"But Young Master, you really don't know how valuable the rice is. You have been an official for these few years. Not only have you not earned much money, but you have given away the things you had at home. We are almost impoverished." Let's stop talking. If you give this bamboo flute away again, what valuable things will you give as a betrothal gift to this girl when you get married?" Wu Fu said with a worried look.
"What kind of betrothal gift, what kind of marriage, Wufu, you are getting more and more shameless now." Zhou Zhongkang scolded with a straight face.
Wufu stuck out his tongue, suddenly smiled, and agreed happily.
"Okay, listen to the young master, I will go and give the bamboo flute to Miss Shen."
"Stop!" Zhou Zhongkang called him again, "Why are you laughing?"
Wu Fu said with a smile: "Wu Fu thought wrong before. Of course this bamboo flute is going to be given to Miss Shen. It is only right to give it to Miss Shen. Such a good flute, the master's heirloom, can only be given to Miss Shen." Only worthy of it.”
He turned around with a smile and was about to leave, but was stopped by Zhou Zhongkang again.
"Five blessings, don't talk nonsense."