Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Her panic.
Since Xie was unwilling to explain things to her, Zhang Jingxian stopped pestering him. She took the needle bag and slowly walked into the house.
When one foot was lifted and the other foot had not yet landed, the sound of the piano rang out, like the hum of the earth, rich and deep.
After the piano music, she saw an elegant, tall figure. As usual, the man was dressed in a dark robe, but today, his hair was loose and draped over his shoulders.
In her previous life, Zhang Jingxian had touched his black hair countless times. Each strand felt hard and sharp. She once joked with him that he could pluck a few strands to use as bowstrings.
Later, Xie Yun gave her a brand new bowstring, which she used very well. However, on the first night after she left, the bowstring was torn apart by someone.
The recollection ended, and Zhang Jingxian forcibly shifted her gaze away from his long hair. She found a corner of the room and stood quietly with her head lowered.
The sound of the zither paused slightly, then became sharp and passionate, like swords clashing and a jade plate shattering.
The woman who stayed in the corner couldn't help but gasp and wanted to cover her ears, but she felt it was rare to hear Xie Shijun playing the piano, so she continued to remain motionless.
A quarter of an hour later, the piano music stopped abruptly. Xie Yun waved his sleeves, stood up, and lowered his eyes to meet hers.
Zhang Jingxian was fascinated by the music. Due to her background and limited experience, she had access to very little music. The only tunes she knew were the ancient tunes taught to her by the village elders, and she could only play them with leaves she could find.
Seeing the infatuation in her eyes, Xie Yun remained calm. He plucked the strings with one hand, appearing somewhat casual, and asked her, "Have you heard enough, Ah Xian?"
Zhang Jingxian suddenly woke up, and she opened her lips to politely praise him, "My dear, your playing is excellent. Just as it is written in Liezi, the lingering sound lingers in my ears for three days."
"She's already quoting extensively. I think Ah Xian has gained a lot from reading your uncle's collected works these past few days, and her literacy skills are no problem at all," Xie Yun said calmly. Then he asked her, "So, have you finished writing the letter to your uncle?"
Three days had passed since the gathering, and he had been waiting for a letter for three days.
Hearing this, Zhang Jingxian was stunned. In fact, she didn't want Xie Yun to handle her letter to her uncle, so she had not written it yet.
"No? Then go write it now." There was a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"I..." Zhang Jingxian's first reaction was to refuse. However, when she opened her lips, she found that her excuse had been rejected by him. Can't read or write? Then how could she casually say such a lingering allusion?
"I'll give you the acupuncture first." She had no choice but to take out the needle bag in her hand.
"No need, and I won't need it in the future." Xie Yun walked towards her, his long legs not feeling any discomfort. After recuperating in the Cai family manor for these days, his injuries were obviously almost healed.
After all, he used high-quality medicines and supplements every day, and he didn't need to push a simple sedan chair on the bumpy mountain road.
"Okay, I won't come here to give you acupuncture again." Zhang Jingxian silently put down the needle bag. Since it was no longer useful, she was ready to return it to Xie when she went out.
"Letter, write here."
Next to the piano stand is a spacious desk, on which pens, ink, paper and inkstone are neatly placed.
Xie Yun tilted his head and did not let her leave.
"Yes." Zhang Jingxian pursed her lips, slowly walked past him and sat down next to the piano stand.
She unfolded a piece of snow-white rice paper and was about to pick up the brush to write, but found that there was no ink, so she quickly put down the brush and began to grind the ink a little clumsily.
Xie Yun stood half a step behind her, watching her series of flustered movements with a cold expression.
Until she ground the ink and picked up the pen to write the first word, his position and gaze did not change at all.
Feeling the real presence behind her, Zhang Jingxian's hand trembled, and the ink fell on the paper and immediately turned into a blurry mass.
Logically speaking, this piece of paper is useless.
But Zhang Jingxian was reluctant to do so. With a chuckle, she carefully tore off the black side and started painting on the other white side.
"Uncle, I've been away from home for several days and I miss you terribly... I've arrived in Wuling County and everything is fine... The governor gave me new clothes and a lot of money every month, which I can use up... I'll be able to return home someday... Don't worry, don't worry."
The childish handwriting jumped out of the paper. Xie Yun lowered his eyelids and read it from beginning to end three times carelessly.
"My dear, I have finished writing my letter." Zhang Jingxian was helpless and could only puff out her cheeks to blow on the paper, wait patiently for the ink to dry, and then hand him the letter.
Xie Yun took the letter from her hand, slowly stuffed it into the envelope, then took out a small seal and stamped it.
The familiar mark made Zhang Jingxian's eyelids twitch. Before, she had thought of using this mark to lure Xie and the others.
"My dear, what is this?" she asked knowingly.
"You are my guest, so your every word and action must bear my stamp." His tone was flat.
"Oh." Zhang Jingxian nodded and glanced outside the door.
She doesn't need an injection, and the letter is already written, so she should be able to leave.
"Wait."
But Xie Yun still refused to let her leave. When she looked over with a puzzled look on her face, several taciturn waiters filed in and placed several trays on the table in the middle of the room.
Zhang Jingxian took a curious look and her breathing suddenly stopped. One tray was silently filled with pure gold hairpins and other women's jewelry, while the remaining trays were filled with various dishes, snacks and fruits.
"What's this, my dear?"
"your."
Xie Yun's attitude was still cold, but the two words that came out of her thin lips sounded beautiful, and they were all for her.
Rewards for guests who completed their tasks.
Zhang Jingxian was very happy. No one didn't like precious gold. She swallowed and carefully picked out two gold bracelets and a gold hairpin from the tray.
"My dear, this much is enough. I am too inexperienced and cannot arouse jealousy." She picked out two gold bracelets for Chun'er and Xia'er, and the gold hairpin for her aunt.
"Please help me find someone to take this letter and these to my uncle."
Xie Yun lowered his eyes and looked at the hand she stretched out to him, and smiled lightly, "Is that all? Ah Xian, don't scold me in your heart in the future for not being as generous as others."
He did it on purpose. Zhang Jingxian immediately thought of her evaluation of Cai Xiang. She looked embarrassed and said hesitantly, "No."
Xie Yun didn't say anything and ignored her, but just sat down where the food was set.
The meaning is self-evident.
Zhang Jingxian hesitated for a moment and sat down opposite him. Although she had already had breakfast, she still could eat some more.
At worst, I don’t need to have evening meals.
So, she picked up the chopsticks and spoon and quietly ate the dishes that suited her taste. Although Xie Yun didn't say a word, she understood his unspoken meaning.
Cai Xiang gave her a pearl hairpin and the famous dishes of Wuling City.
He did the same.
She didn't want to understand why he was competing with Cai Xiang, but she just went along with it. It was a simple and easy thing to do, and she wouldn't make him angry.
Xie Yun leaned back and saw her cheeks puffed up from eating. His eyes dimmed slightly. How could she easily guess what he meant? How could she be so calm and composed?
He should have been displeased, but... the woman naturally scooped a spoonful of spicy fish fillet and placed it in the bowl in front of him, and picked out the vegetables that he disliked.
After doing this, she seemed to be unaware for a long time that she had crossed the line. This was not something a guest would do.
Even his close friend Gong Chengyue could not understand his every taste and serve him food and soup.
If this isn't intentional showing off, then what is it?
Zhang Jingxian seemed not to notice that he had been looking at her all the time. She was a little full from eating, so she had no choice but to turn her gaze to the fruit and snacks at Hao Kehua.
Just one glance and she felt a tightness in her heart.
She had touched all of them at the gathering.
"Thank you, my dear. I'm full." She thanked him before leaving. Her breathing was a little unstable and her steps were a little hurried.
This time, Xie Yun let her leave without stopping her, and then he calmly said something when she turned around.
"Stay in your room tonight and don't walk around."
"Um."
Tonight, it is indeed tonight.
Thinking of this, Zhang Jingxian quickly walked back to her room. The window was open and the yellow oriole was still in the room and had not flown out.
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In the afternoon, Gong Chengyue happily took a scroll to find his good friend Xie Shijun and asked him to appreciate whether the calligraphy in his hand was the authentic work of a great calligrapher from the previous dynasty.
"I am short-sighted and might make mistakes. It would be better to invite County Magistrate Chen and Mr. Ziji together." Envoy Xie coldly rejected his friend.
Upon hearing this, Gongcheng Yue said magnanimously that he was not angry, and according to his friend's suggestion, he sent someone to invite Chen Junshou and Mr. Ziji.
"Authentic, this must be the original!"
When the elderly Mr. Ziji saw the calligraphy, he was extremely excited and kept stroking his beard to emphasize how lucky he was in this life.
The County Magistrate Chen also came from a noble family and had long admired the great calligraphers of the previous dynasty. When he suddenly saw a piece of calligraphy that was said to be the original, he read it over and over again and was reluctant to let it go.
So, it was natural for Xie Yun to invite the two to stay for dinner, and Gong Chengyue was there to keep them company.
It was already evening when Zhang Jingxian heard the faint sound of stringed instruments.
The window in the wing room was opened a crack, and the yellow warbler flew around her anxiously, not even eating the insects she caught.
Zhang Jingxian changed into her original coarse linen clothes, tied the cuffs and waist tightly together with cloth strips, and carried a short bow and a cloth bag full of wooden arrows with her. She stared intently at the direction of Xie Yun's courtyard, waiting for any movement.
Although she knew that he had already come up with a way to deal with it, although she knew that he would not let herself get hurt again, and although she knew that Xie, Yu and others would definitely fight to the death to protect their master, at this moment, Zhang Jingxian felt a little panic and fear in her heart.
She decided that she would go and see the results in person.
Finally, when the moon rose above the branches, a burst of fire illuminated half the night sky.
The yellow warbler let out a long, sharp cry. Every time there was a forest fire in Yangshan, the birds in the mountains would call like this.
Its restlessness found its reason.
Zhang Jingxian patted its wings soothingly, put it in the nest, opened the door and walked out.
The room she lived in was quite a distance away from the burning courtyard, so the fire did not reach her. I don't know if this was arranged from the beginning.
Zhang Jingxian was in a complicated mood. Holding a short bow in her hand, she observed her surroundings vigilantly. When she confirmed that the direction of the fire was the courtyard where Xie Yun was, she quickened her pace.
Strangely enough, she didn't see many people along the way.
It was also very quiet, so quiet that Zhang Jingxian could hear her own heartbeat.
However, after walking a little further, the sounds became louder: someone crying for help, the sound of water, and... the sound of swords clashing.
Zhang Jingxian held her breath and caught sight of the coldly standing figure in the blazing fire. He was so tall and conspicuous that even though he was surrounded by a crowd, she could still recognize him immediately.
Among the people surrounding him, she could recognize Yu and Wei, both of whom were intact. However, Gongcheng Yue seemed to have lost the feather fan in his hand. The County Magistrate Chen and Mr. Ziji beside him were also in a very miserable state, one with a pale face and the other with a black face.
Zhang Jingxian soon realized that she was too late. The fight in the yard was already coming to an end. Xie lived up to his reputation for bravery and chopped off the head of a black-clad assassin with his blade.
Seeing this, she breathed a sigh of relief, but halfway through, another man in black came into her sight.
He raised the bow in his hand, ready to shoot.
Without thinking, Zhang Jingxian aimed at the man's throat and shot out her most precious wooden arrow with iron on it quickly and fiercely.
With a "swish" sound!
The man was dead, lying on the ground with one hand on his throat.
Across the corpses and blood on the ground, the man standing with his head bowed looked at her from afar, his black eyes reflecting raging flames.
"Ah Xian." He called her name softly.
Zhang Jingxian didn't hear it. In fact, the moment their eyes met, she immediately looked away.
"Ah Xian!" Another shout.
Zhang Jingxian saw the crying girl, Xiao Chan.
"Please, go and save the Second Lady!"
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The author has something to say: Muah, see you tomorrow~ time for counterattack.
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