Almost at this moment, the clear and lively sound of the moon zither came from afar - it was Kuang Lu's whim, playing the piano in the empty courtyard.

Xiaying and Jia Guheng didn't talk for a while. The two listened in silence, and only the incense burning line in the room was still slowly sinking.

...

In the yard, the boy who always appeared with Kuang Lu hid in the dark with his pillar in his arms, but his eyes were staring at Xia Ying's tea room.

As the song ended, the old man put down the moon zither, turned his head toward the young man, "Qing Xiu."

Qing Xiu glared at Kuang Lu, "...Are you blind, your eyes? Why can you see wherever I go?"

Kuang Lu smiled, "You are here again, Mr. Shouxia, have you finished your homework?"

"I finished it early in the morning, okay? I wanted to show it to the teacher..."

Qing Xiu frowned and stared at the tea room with some annoyance.

Today, Qingxiu did not have a bamboo flute hanging around his waist. He held a puppet in each of his hands, with black eyes on his left and red eyes on his right, which looked a little old.

"When will that long-horned monster come out?" Qing Xiu stamped his feet impatiently, "Why did he keep taking over the gentleman?"

Kuang Lu whispered, "Every time he comes, he will have a long talk with the teacher. You go and rest, and send homework to the teacher tomorrow morning."

"Every time?" Qing Xiu jumped over to the old man, and his originally gloomy face instantly became innocent. He showed a flattering look, "So, do you know this person?"

"It's not a question of knowing each other, I've just seen it."

"Who is he from Mr.? Why do he have to have a long talk every time he meets Mr.?"

Kuang Lu smiled and did not answer. The eyes that had long been lost looked forward, holding Yueqin's hand, and plucked the strings again.

Qing Xiu was about to go forward and mess around, but the door of the tea room behind him suddenly opened.

"gentlemen!"

Qing Xiu immediately let go of Kuang Lu's hand and ran to Xiaying. When he was a few steps away, he suddenly saw Jiaguheng standing behind Xiaying.

Jia Guheng was still immersed in the conversation with Xiaying just now. The contemplative face seemed both weird and cruel. Qing Xiu instinctively stopped beside Xiaying, hiding behind him and looking at the monster.

"Kuanglu." Xiaying called out to the old man in the yard.

The old man stood up.

"You take Jia Guheng to the guest house," Xia Ying whispered, "tell him about what we are doing and what we are going to do these days."

"Sir!" Qing Xiu jumped up again - he wanted to attract Xiaying's attention. If Mr. Xia hadn't hated others to touch him the most, he would have grabbed Xiaying's sleeve and shook it repeatedly.

Xiaying lowered her head, "What's wrong."

Qing Xiu raised the two puppets in his hand high, "I thought of a way today! I can double the distance between the two puppets, and I want to demonstrate it to you in person!"

"It's too late." Xiaying looked at him, "Let's go tomorrow."

"Then tomorrow morning-"

Xiaying shook her head again, "It's at night."

Qing Xiu was almost about to ask the sentence "What's going on with Mr. Xia tomorrow?" and suddenly he shuddered - Mr. Xia didn't like being chased and asked such questions.

He forced a smile, "Okay, okay I know...I know."

Not far away, Kuang Lu also listened to the conversation with a complicated expression. He heard the footsteps of Jiaguheng slowly walked towards him.

"Please lead the way," said Jia Guheng.

...

Under the dim candlelight, Jia Guheng listened to Kuang Lu's story while flipping through the list - except for classics, history, and collections, he liked to read this kind of thing the most.

These lists include the names, official positions, and short biography of most people in Luoyang that are worthy of attention.

Jia Guheng ignored the latter two, his eyes quickly swept across the name column, as if diners were looking at a recipe.

When Kuang Lu finished everything he should say, the roster in Jiaguheng's hand was almost turned to the last page.

"Did Mr. Jiagu see his favorite name?"

Jiaguheng raised his eyes and looked at Kuang Lu, and his eyes fell back to the book, "Don't call me a husband, just call me Jiaguheng."

Kuang Lu laughed, "Okay."

Jia Guheng clenched his fist with his left hand, supported his cheek, and continued to turn back page by page, "There are no names that are particularly eye-catching, they are too ordinary, or they are too weak - in comparison, I prefer your name."

"Kanglu, Ayu, Qingxiu..." Jia Guheng called out a circle of companions he saw in Xiaying's house tonight as if he had been tonight. He licked the corners of his lips with a very peaceful expression, "Well, they are all very good,"

Although Kuang Lu could hear the slight praise in Jiagu Heng's words, the old man couldn't help but feel cold behind him.

Jia Guheng closed the roster, threw it away from the messy pile of books beside him, took out another new roster and started to read it.

He whispered, "I originally heard that there was a musician named He Kui in Luoyang. I wanted to take his name this time, but the gentleman refused to let me touch him - has my father-in-law ever seen this person?"

"Same as you, I met several times."

"What kind of person do you think he is?"

"It's hard to say."

"Well..." Jia Guheng let out a meaningful low moan, but his eyes never looked at Kuang Lu again.

The names in this list are much higher in quality than the previous few.

Xingzhen - It's a slightest, but it's too much to use these two words as names.

Yi Shu—It's not bad, but he just used a name with the same "Yi" a few days ago. He doesn't want to use this word again these days.

Turn another page.

Ji Ran...

Tsk, it looks like a woman's name.

"It's getting late, so you can rest early." Kuang Lu stood up to clean up the list that was thrown away by Jiaguheng. "You have to leave here before dawn tomorrow, and there is not much time left to rest."

"I'm worried." Jia Guheng closed the list and planned to return it to Kuang Lu. However, just as the pages flew, a name fell into his eyes like a ball of sparks.

He quickly withdrew his hand and quickly turned the roster to the page just now.

Du Kuangfeng.

Mocking the wind.

Jiagu Heng suddenly felt a buzz in his mind - this feeling was just like when he heard the name He Kui. Goose bumps all over his body, and a feeling of greed, joy and desire for killing was turbulent.

Haha, the so-called loss of the east corner and the harvest of the sun, probably refers to this situation.

...

The next morning, when Xia Ying woke up, the three people who visited yesterday had already left.

He got up and went downstairs as usual.

Although he rejected Qing Xiu's request to come in the morning yesterday, in fact, he had nothing special to do this morning - at least at this moment, no.

In such free time, he still wants to stay alone and think of trivial things that are useless.

For example, will she come today?

Xiaying had a sense of Feng Yan's visit today since yesterday - yesterday the servants of Feng's mansion came to the door and said that Feng Yuandao had a few koi and planned to send them to the mansion in person today.

This is a relatively natural opportunity to meet. If Feng Yan really wants to continue the previous conversation, she should have seized it.

After washing up, Xiaying raised her left hand and looked at her left arm in the sunlight - there was a restraining seal that was exactly the same as Feng Yan's right arm.

"Sir." Ayu's voice came from not far away, "Someone knocked on the door outside."
Chapter completed!