Shengjing Conspiracy

Chapter 43, The Musician Su Wen

It was already cold, and the earth dragon was burning in the piano pavilion. As soon as he entered the room, Jiang Nanxing pulled his collar in the heat.

He stretched out and lay on the soft couch, thinking that he would take a bath after listening to the piano, the life of a fairy.

Although Jiang Nanxing lived with his master since he was a child, he still remembers his childhood life. He is not a child of a good family, and his mother is a singing girl. It is an accident to have him.

In Jiangnan Xing's memory, there is very little about his mother. He only remembers that he lived in a place full of makeup and powder, and there were many people's voices, which was very noisy.

The sound of the door opening interrupted Jiangnan Xing's thoughts. He turned his face to the side and saw a tall man walking in with a piano in his arms and sat down in front of the table.

"Are you the new luthier? You don't look like someone from the Central Plains." Jiang Nanxing looked at the man. Compared with the luthier he had met before, how should I say this one? It's hard to imagine that such a person can play a good piano with his head down.

The luthier put down the piano, and said calmly: "I have seen you, but I don't know what you want to hear?"

"Whatever." Jiang Nanxing put his hand on the back of his head, looked at the beam, put his hand casually on his abdomen, and lightly nodded with his fingers, "By the way, what's your name?"

"Su asked, Li Su asked."

"Ha - your name is Su Wen, and my name is Nan Xing. One medical book and one herbal medicine are pretty good." Jiang Nanxing said with a smile.

Li Suwen still had the same desolate look, gently waving the strings with his hands, and the trembling sound was like a thin thread floating into Jiangnan Xing's ears, arousing his deep sleepiness, and slowly Jiangnan Xing felt that his eyelids were getting bigger and bigger. Shen, slowly closed his eyes.

Li Suwen heard Jiangnan Xing's long breathing, stopped the movement of his hands, and looked at the person on the soft couch quietly.

At this time the steward came in, Li Suwen did not move his eyes, but said softly: "A disciple of the fortune teller?"

"En." The steward replied in a low voice, with a very respectful attitude, "Are you going to kill me?"

"He came to the capital probably because of the Peach Blossom Village, don't touch him for the time being, just put someone by his side." Li Su asked inexplicably thinking of the scene he saw when he entered the room just now. The young man was lying on the soft couch, obviously very relaxed Looks, but there is a touch of sadness in the eyes.

The steward replied again, and saw that Li Suwen left the room without continuing to give instructions. Not long after he left, Jiang Nanxing woke up in a daze, and Li Suwen was sitting beside him.

"I just fell asleep and I'm sorry, you play the piano well." Jiang Nanxing wanted to sit up, but his supporting hand was numb from the pressure for too long and almost fell to the bed, but fortunately Li Suwen helped him.

Jiang Nanxing smelled a very faint fragrance, but it was not incense, "You smell so good."

"Is there?" Li Su asked to smell his clothes, and said calmly, "Maybe it was dyed before."

"It smells good." Jiang Nanxing sat up straight, looked closely at Li Suwen's face, and found that this person was really good-looking, that kind of handsome, without any feminine feeling.

"Since the young master is awake, I will continue to play the piano for the young master." Li Suwen got up and went back to the desk, Jiang Nanxing listened to the sound of the piano, and his bored heart calmed down.

The next day, Jiangnan Xing woke up on the bed in the room, and found that Li Suwen had just got up from the soft couch, recalling that she seemed to fall asleep after listening to it last night.

But why is it on the bed? Could it be that Li Su asked to carry him over?

"Eh-I worked hard on you last night, go back and rest, I'll leave later." Jiang Nanxing took the handkerchief from Li Suwen and wiped his face, feeling a little embarrassed, obviously he wasn't too tired last night, why did he just sleep It’s so heavy, “Can I trouble you to get me a bucket of hot water?”

Li Suwen put the handkerchief back into the basin, looked at Jiangnan Xing and said suddenly, "Will the young master come again?"

Jiang Nanxing was taken aback when he heard the words, turned around and saw the reddish ear tips of the other party, and couldn't help laughing, "Yes, I will find you."

Li Suwen looked at him silently, turned and left the room without saying a word to call someone.

Dali Temple

Wen Youqing is on duty at Dali Temple today, so Wen Youqing is dealing with the files and the case sent below.

"A maid died in Liu Ge's old house. She stole the master's property and died with a stick."

"The body of a beggar was found in the weeds outside the city. The cause of death was starvation."

"Old man Wang lost a cow in the valley outside the city, but it has not been found yet."

"Grandma Li..."

Wen Youqing looked at the cases one by one, put down the file for a long time and looked at the person in front of him, Qian Qian was the Zheng of the Right Temple of Dali Temple.

"Old Qian—" Wen Youqing called out in a drawn-out tone, but he was not angry, instead, he looked calm and unfathomable.

Qian Qian feels that he has been called old for life. He is only 37 years old this year, so why is he old? !

The grievance between Wen Youqing and Qian Qian is actually not a big deal, but Qian Qian thinks that Wen Youqing is young and born of a princely and noble family, and his ability is not worthy of the position.

And Wen Youqing will not lose his position to make friends with people who don't like him.

But as far as Qian Qian's professional level is concerned, Wen Youqing still approves of it.

In fact, Qian Qian's promotion from a poor family is already considered fast, but with Wen Youqing as a jewel by his side, he seems a little more ordinary.

"What? Master Wen has become a young minister, so he doesn't care about these cases anymore?" Qian Qian was not afraid. Although Wen Youqing was his boss, the Dali Temple was not what Wen Youqing said, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

Wen Youqing laughed when he heard his words, "These are all within my duties, there is nothing to dislike. I just want to ask you to bring me some tea, and General Dingyuan will come later."

General Dingyuan? !

Qian Qian's face froze. After Wen Youqing came back, he did hear that this person had become friends with General Dingyuan Jing Yun.

He also heard that Jing Yun contributed more than half of Wen Youqing's position as the Shaoqing of Dali Temple. If the relationship is not good, can it be done to this extent? !

Thinking of this, Qian Qian glared at Wen Youqing, "A gentleman does something and doesn't, you are willing to do it—"

Just when Qian Qian was about to say the last dirty word, Jing Yun walked in with his hands behind his back, and said coldly, "What do you think he is willing to do?"

Qian Qian: "..." I am willing to be your mother!

"Cough...how did you come so soon?" Wen Youqing couldn't help laughing seeing Qian Qian trembling.

It was not easy to think of this person, and Wen Youqing didn't want to torment him, so he waved his hand to make people go away quickly.

Qian Qian looked at him and then at Jing Yun, pursed his lips, saluted and left without saying a word.

"He has always been like this?" Jing Yun's voice was still cold.

Wen Youqing shrugged, "He cheated on me, and I cheated on him too, maybe it's a mismatch."

Jing Yun touched the dagger at his waist, Wen Youqing saw it with sharp eyes and quickly said: "He's actually not bad, but he's a deadhead. I still expect him to work hard."

"Oh, listen to Yanyan."

Wen Youqing: "..."

The two were talking about each other, and the guard outside came in, "Master Shaoqing, someone is handing out a post outside."