The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if burned by scalding liquid. He slowly opened his eyes and slowly sat up.
His eyes were as dark as the abyss and as clear and transparent as a lake, reminiscent of lonely snowflakes under the moonlight, with a kind of detachment from the world, as if he had no desire for anything in the world.
At this moment, Jiang Songyi's heartbeat accelerated, as rapid as the beating of a drum. She hugged the young man in front of her tightly in her arms, crying, "Master!"
This is the master who saved her from the city wall in her previous life, took her to live in seclusion in the mountains, taught her music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and gave her new life!
The boy instinctively wanted to push Jiang Songyi away, but when he saw the girl's red eyes and red nose, his outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.
An indescribable tenderness quietly grew in his heart.
In the end, he couldn't bring himself to push her away. Instead, he patted her back gently and comforted her softly, "Don't cry, I'm fine."
Jiang Songyi felt his body temperature gradually rising, nodded with tears in her eyes, and then slowly let him go.
She sat in front of him, looked up at him, and called softly with a hint of hesitation and expectation: "Master?"
The young man looked into her eyes that sparkled with stars. He didn't want to disappoint her, but he still shook his head and said softly, "Girl, you've got the wrong person. I'm not your master."
Jiang Songyi had already expected this result. To her, the master was the benefactor from the previous life who had returned, but she was meeting the master for the first time in this life. It was expected that he would not recognize her, but she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
She thought that a transcendent immortal like her master should be able to see past and future lives, just like in her previous life. But now, her master in this life seemed to be just a sickly person.
In this life, it is her turn to protect her mentor's safety!
Jiang Songyi wiped the tears from her eyes and said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry for being rude just now. May I know your name, sir?"
The young man responded calmly: "Sougen Doichi."
This name, like a clear spring flowing over a stone, quietly flowed into Jiang Songyi's heart.
She remembered it silently.
Shu Yuandao's breath was weak. He coughed lightly and said sincerely, "Thanks to the young lady for saving me just now. May I ask your name, benefactor?"
He had already anticipated that some brave men would step forward, otherwise he would not have gone to his death so calmly.
"If Master Shuyuan doesn't mind, you can call me Songyi."
"Miss Songyi."
Jiang Songyi asked with concern, "Young Master, you were seriously injured. Although you managed to survive, you still need to recuperate. I wonder where you are back home? I'd like to take you home."
While asking, Jiang Songyi tried to find out the details and residence of his mentor.
Shuyuan Daoyi hadn't expected Jiang Songyi to be so enthusiastic, but considering the chastity of women in ancient times, he shook his head and declined. "Miss Songyi, I'm deeply grateful for your kindness. I'm a scholar from Mount Taibai. While playing the zither, I was unfortunately attacked by my enemies. Thankfully, you rescued me. Once I've recovered, I'll be able to return home. This place is desolate and deserted, with many snakes and insects. It's best for you to return home early."
Jiang Songyi recalled his past life. His mentor had indeed lived in the mountains, his house piled high with books, clearly a diligent student. However, some unknown coincidence led him to pursue the path of metaphysics.
"Then please be careful, Master Shuyuan."
Jiang Songyi placed the Caifeng Mingqi seven-stringed harp back in front of him, then picked up her kite and slowly left.
I couldn't help but wonder who would do such a cruel thing to my mentor?
The assassin's martial arts seemed to come from a assassin trained by an aristocratic family.
How could an ordinary scholar bring about his own death? Could it be that with the Spring Imperial Examination approaching, his mentor had inadvertently blocked someone's future?
Jiang Songyi's figure gradually faded away, while Su Yuandao was alone in the pavilion, covered in blood, his fingertips lightly plucking the strings of a zither.
Soon, the secret guards he had sent away hurried back. Seeing this, they were shocked and knelt down in worship: "Your Highness!"
The secret guard had never expected that His Highness would be assassinated just when he had gone down the mountain to purchase sandalwood for a short while.
Moreover, there was blood all over the place, as if it had hit him right in the heart.
Su Yuandaoyi lowered his head and examined the bloodstains on his clothes, "I am still alive."
The secret guard said anxiously, "I deserve death! I failed to kill the assassin in time, causing His Highness to be seriously injured."
Su Yuan Daoyi said calmly, "I will spare your life. Did you bring the sandalwood?"
The secret guard bowed and handed over the sandalwood.
Su Yuandaoyi lit the sandalwood with a fire stick and inserted it into the incense burner, letting the sandalwood incense curl up and the sound of the piano linger in the air, creating a transcendental atmosphere.
In this strange dynasty, he had originally been tired of this uneventful life day after day. However, unexpectedly, his seemingly boring and predictable life actually had ripples in a dramatic way.
He actually felt a little nostalgic for the world he was born into.
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"Sister Songyi, what took you so long to come back?"
Under the dense shade of the crabapple tree, the three Hao Qingzhi sisters looked around anxiously and finally saw Jiang Songyi.
"I just went up the mountain and fell down, and I got covered in mud, so I went to change into clean clothes."
Jiang Songyi had been planning to murder Yue Qingyang since the beginning, and had carefully prepared two sets of clothing to prevent blood stains. Unexpectedly, the assassination of Yue Qingyang went surprisingly smoothly, without the flash of swords or the shadow of knives, but unfortunately, her clothes were stained with her master's blood.
Hao Qingzhi and the others immediately asked Jiang Songyi if she was injured. Hao Qingmo was filled with guilt: "I shouldn't have suggested flying a kite in the first place."
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