Lu Mingshu took Aunt Yao to the Jingyiyuan.
Although Jingyiyuan doesn't have much money to earn, it has always been the most prestigious department under its leadership. Its head is either recognized as an excellent newcomer, or a veteran master with outstanding strength. For example, Liu Jizhen, the first person in the fifteenth generation, was in a trance at the age of twenty-four. No one could deny his bright future.
In the current Jiuyao Palace, after the Goddess Sacrifice, the number of elders in the ecstasy state has dropped sharply, and now there are only a dozen people, and there is no one to be elected for the position of head of the courtyard.
After all, it is Jingyiyuan, which represents the strength of Jiuyao Palace. If you choose a mediocre one, wouldn't it be a joke
If it was before, Master Yuwen would definitely fight for it, regardless of qualifications or strength, he is qualified. But now the goal is different. In order to push Shao Zhengyang to the head, he gave up this opportunity.
In the end, the master came to An Tongchen's hands.
An Tongchen didn't care whether he was in charge of the courtyard or not, but he finally accepted when the other candidates were not enough to convince the public. When he is the head of the academy, all branches will be completely at ease.
However, An Tongchen didn't like to deal with mundane affairs. Recently, Master Yuwen seemed to be pleasing to the eye. He didn't mind building a ladder for him, so he called Shao Zhengyang to help.
For Aunt Yao's level, there was no need for An Tongchen to step in. Lu Mingshu led her directly to Shao Zhengyang.
"Junior Sister Lu, don't worry, I will definitely ask her to speak clearly." Shao Zhengyang replied straight away.
Aunt Yao was worried, seeing that Lu Mingshu was about to leave, she pulled her sleeve and begged: "Miss, this servant must know everything, and I hope that Miss will give this servant a way out."
Lu Mingshu pulled back his sleeves, and said expressionlessly, "As long as you fulfill your promise, I will agree to your request."
"Yes, yes." Aunt Yao burst into tears of gratitude, "Slaves must be honest."
Lu Mingshu left Jingyiyuan, looked up at the cloudless blue sky, and sighed softly.
Liu Jizhen's assassination was found out by Master Yuwen, and it was he who managed to open up the gap of Aunt Yao. Before she went to Zhou Miaoru, she already knew about Aunt Yao's backlash.
Speaking of it, Zhou Miaoru was too thin. At the beginning, Aunt Yao wanted to practice martial arts, but Zhou Miaoru didn't take it seriously, thinking that it was impossible for her with poor aptitude, so she didn't give her a chance at all. Later, Aunt Yao wanted to find a husband to start a family, and Zhou Miaoru felt that she would not do her best for herself if she had a husband and children. Aunt Yao has been by Zhou Miaoru's side for more than 30 years, except for the superficial scenery and relatively ample money, she has gained nothing.
Life without sustenance is terrible. Aunt Yao was indeed devoted to doing things for her, but she also completely lost herself. It's fine if she doesn't have a chance, but now that she has a chance, her heart will live.
In the final analysis, it was Zhou Ruying's words, the Zhou family was too selfish.
Aunt Yao's request is not high, she just hopes to be settled in Jiulu Prefecture, and then give her a place as a disciple of Jiuyao Palace for future children.
…
Back in Bixi Valley, Hui Niang told her that Liu Jizhen had gone out to visit friends.
Lu Mingshu smiled, feeling happy.
Master was finally willing to go out. In the case of abolishing the cultivation base, any peace of mind is a last resort.
Hui Niang said again: "By the way, the young master said, he is at Zhixinyan. If you come back, you can look for him there."
Lu Mingshu frowned, and complained: "What kind of son is not a son? Why are you calling so close!"
Hui Niang said angrily: "Miss, just a word, Mr. Lianzhen came all the way to Xichuan, took care of the health of the head of the courtyard, and healed the wound of Elder An. This kind of favor is real, even if you don't If you like it, you can't always show him face, let's distinguish between good and bad."
Lu Mingshu had no choice but to say, "Got it!" After thinking about it, he decided to take a look.
She knew in her heart that she couldn't just show her face without any scruples just because others liked her, she had to distinguish between right and wrong. Not to mention the emotional entanglement between them, Xie Lianzhen did a lot for her. It's just that it doesn't matter if this debt is too much. And when she saw Xie Lianzhen's appearance, she couldn't put on a good face.
Zhixin Rock is a small protruding rock at the right rear of Tongtian Pavilion, hanging in the air, just big enough to put a table for two people. It is suitable for two people to talk alone, so it is called bosom rock.
Xie Lianzhen liked it very much, saying that the place is clean and far away. When I was free, I always squatted there alone.
When Lu Mingshu got there, what he saw was Xie Lianzhen sitting alone on the bosom rock. There was a qin case in front of him, with a guqin on it and incense burning on the case.
Guqin, burning incense, coupled with his handsome face, is really pleasing to the eye.
It's a pity that Lu Mingshu didn't feel any disturbance in his heart, and with a light touch, he flew up.
"You are here!" Seeing her, Xie Lianzhen smiled.
"looking for me?"
"It's okay!" Xie Lianzhen plucked the strings, "I think you've been too busy recently, and I want you to come and listen to the piano and relax."
"..."
"Sit down. It's been a long time since I played the piano. I don't know if I can play it by hand." Xie Lianzhen fiddled with it a few times while talking, and then really got into a good posture and started to play.
The sound of Guqin, like orchids in an empty valley, like a hermit, does not quite match his handsome and romantic appearance.
But it was strange, when he played the piano, he was really quiet and elegant.
Playing and playing, Lu Mingshu suddenly heard: "Don't you think Guqin is particularly boring?"
Xie Lianzhen paused: "Huh?"
"It's so dusty and quiet," she said.
Xie Lianzhen raised her eyebrows: "Don't like guqin? Then what do you want to hear?"
"Is there anything I want to hear?"
"You say it."
"That's good." Lu Mingshu smiled, revealing the dimples on his cheeks, "I want to listen to the erhu."
"..."
Xie Lianzhen gritted her teeth and shouted, "Changhui!"
Xie Changhui didn't know where it came from, and appeared below: "Here!"
Xie Lianzhen casually threw the guqin to him: "Get me an erhu!"
"… Yes."
Lu Mingshu was amazed, but within a quarter of an hour, Xie Changhui appeared again, really holding an erhu in his hand: "My lord, the erhu is here!"
Xie Lianzhen took it, frowning and frowning - the movements are quite familiar.
"You really know the erhu?"
Xie Lianzhen tuned intently: "If you just listen, you'll know."
There was no chair to sit on the rock, so he simply sat cross-legged like this. Tried a few tones first, and then pulled it up slowly.
The timbre of the erhu is especially suitable for sadness, and the atmosphere suddenly changes from dusty to mournful.
Lu Mingshu originally wanted to laugh, but after watching, he couldn't laugh anymore.
Good looks are too much of an advantage, and the erhu is actually very good-looking!
Xie Lianzhen finished pulling, triumphantly: "How is it? Does it sound good?"