Yu Qizhe hummed, glanced at Lu Jin calmly, and said to him, "Are you not leaving after eating?"
Lu Jin curled his lips and complained to Yu Jiao, "Sister-in-law, he usually treats me like this, calling me as he pleases and dismissing me as he pleases."
Yu Qizhe frowned: "When did you learn to gossip?"
"No one could control you before, but now I have my sister-in-law backing me up!" Lu Jin boasted, got up and left, and before leaving, he did not forget to leave a message: "Sister-in-law, don't forget my share of the shepherd's purse dumplings tonight!"
Yu Jiao suppressed her laughter and nodded.
After Lu Jin left, Yu Qizhe asked, "Are you still going to the clinic today?"
"Go ahead. A patient needs a follow-up visit today." Recently, many wives of officials have come to the clinic. They heard from somewhere that Yu Jiao is good at treating women's diseases. In addition, since she is a female doctor, there is no need to be shy about seeing the doctor due to gender differences. The clinic's business has become better and better.
"I'll go with you." Yu Qizhe put down his chopsticks and wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief.
Yu Jiao nodded and then asked, "Have you finished your work at the Dali Temple?" She casually asked, "Is Su He really a remnant of the Huaiyang Princess's Mansion?"
Yu Qizhe looked at her and nodded without revealing any emotion, "Yes, she has committed suicide out of fear of the crime."
Yu Jiao was startled and the chopsticks in her hand fell on the table. Her mind went blank for a moment and she looked at Yu Qizhe for a long time without saying anything.
People...are gone so quickly...
Yu Jiao knew that the so-called suicide out of fear of crime was just a high-sounding excuse. There is a saying that goes "If the king wants his subjects to die, they have to die." Although she had guessed that Emperor Mingzheng would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than to completely wipe out the roots, she was still a little overwhelmed when she suddenly heard that Su He was gone.
Yu Qizhe placed his palm on her shoulder and said gently, "She said that you had met a few times before, and knowing that you like the pipa very much, she wanted to give you some of her private music scores. I asked my senior brother to go to the Wu family's side courtyard to get them, but the Shenshu Camp was too chaotic when they were taking people away, and the music scores were lost."
Yu Jiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, "You sent her away?"
Yu Qizhe hummed softly, "She passed away peacefully, saying that she had expected this day to come. It was better for her to pass away cleanly than to sell her smiles and flattery in Qingzhou before."
Yu Jiao believed this. Su He was a smart girl who could say such words.
Moisture welled up in her pupils. Yu Jiao felt that she shouldn't cry. Su He died with her identity, and her tears would seem like false compassion.
Yu Qizhe noticed the slight sadness on her face and silently rubbed the top of Yu Jiao's head.
Yu Jiao put her face on his shoulder. She didn't dare tell Yu Qizhe about her life experience. After all, this was a serious matter, not only concerning herself, but also Liu Ziqi.
One didn't say anything, the other knew it all. Yu Qizhe patted her back gently, comforting her tenderly and silently.
"I've never heard you play the pipa." Yu Qizhe suddenly said.
Yu Jiao asked Jianjia to go to the storehouse to get the pipa. The famous pipa that Cheng Ying gave her was stuffed into the dowry by Madam Liu and brought here. It had been left in the storehouse and was covered with a light layer of dust.
Jianjia wiped it clean with a towel before handing it to Yu Jiao.
Yu Jiao sat in the pavilion in the courtyard, half hugging the pipa, lowered her head to wrap the plectrums on her fingers one by one, and then tuned the strings. At this moment, she felt that Yu Qizhe understood her.
She raised her eyes and glanced at Yu Qizhe. Yu Qizhe's eyes were gentle and he looked at her quietly. Yu Jiao's emotions were inexplicably soothed.
She said, "This is the first time I play the pipa for you, so I should have played a happy song, but... today I want to play a song to send off Su He."
"It doesn't matter. I love listening to any song you play." Yu Qizhe's voice was clear and gentle, soothing her like a spring breeze.
A faint smile appeared in Yu Jiao's eyes. She lowered her head and her fingers plucked the strings like flowing light.
A mournful and sad melody poured out and floated around the entire courtyard. It was sad and sonorous at the same time. As Yu Jiao's fingers moved, the music sounded like weeping and complaining.
A slight breeze brushed Yu Jiao's cheek, lifted the hair by her ears, and a flash of crystal light passed by.
When the song ended, Yu Jiao stroked the strings of the zither, and the lingering sound did not fade away.
Jianjia reached out and touched her face, then she realized that she was in tears. She wiped her tears with a handkerchief and said, "What kind of song is that, young lady? It's so sad. It makes me sad."
"Flower Burial Chant."
On the other side of the wall, someone opened his lips silently, and his voice overlapped with Yu Jiao's.
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