Chapter 45: Vow to Compete with the Business World and Build a Hegemony, Playing the Sad Strings and the Cold Moon, Immersed in Sadness
The small courtyard was crowded with people.
The Royal Swedish Academy of Music has been established for over a hundred years, and there has never been a student kidnapped on campus. Although no casualties were reported, it was a truly terrifying incident.
The King of Sweden was also alarmed and sent Prince Willison to offer his condolences. Ike also returned to Sweden from Paris with several representatives from the European Music Council and made a special trip to the Conservatory to visit Xiao Xiangyue and the teachers and students. Mrs. Daisy, worried about the situation, heard they had gone to the cemetery and rushed over in person. They happened to meet the prince and Ike at the school gate, and together they went to Mr. Charade's yard.
Xiao Xiangyue was naturally delighted to see so many old friends. Luo Guyun quickly asked everyone to sit down and instructed Daxue to serve this year's newly harvested Biluochun tea to entertain the guests.
Prince Wilson was the younger brother of King Adolf of Sweden and the uncle of Princess Bena. He was well-acquainted with Xiao Xiangyue, Lady Daisy, and Ike. As soon as he sat down, he began, "I was on a recent visit to Italy, and President Mario hosted a banquet for us. We didn't talk much about business. Everyone was a fan of Mr. Charade, eager to ask about everything, even his favorite foods. I was practically Xiangyue's spokesperson..."
"In the past few years, the number of students lining up to apply for our music school has almost filled up the entrance door! They all come for Mr. Chalad, and everyone says that it would be worth it if they could become his student!" said John, the vice-president of the music school who accompanied the prince.
Ike sighed, "Before Mr. Charade passed away, he wrote to me, hoping that Xiangyue would inherit his legacy and become the dean. At the time, I thought it was hopeless, but I didn't expect General Luo to actually accompany Xiangyue, and stay for so many years... Xiangyue really lived up to her teacher's expectations! With her own efforts, she made our academy the most desirable music hall in the eyes of the world..."
"I think the academy should no longer let Mr. Charade teach. Teaching is too energy-consuming! He should concentrate on composing and write more and better works..." said Peter, a representative of the European Music Council.
Madam Daisy looked at Xiao Xiangyue lovingly. "The news said that the fugitive came all the way to Sweden after listening to Yue'er's music. I wonder which song it was? How could it have such magical power?"
Xiao Xiangyue smiled faintly: "Xiangyue has composed too many songs, I don't know which one he heard..." Then she frowned and said: "I just feel that the person looks familiar, but I can't remember where I have seen him..."
Luo Guyun hadn't told him the truth because he was afraid he'd feel guilty about causing the student's kidnapping. Seeing him struggling with his thoughts, fearing he'd have another headache, he quickly explained the whole story. Xiao Xiangyue opened her mouth wide and exclaimed, "Oh! It's him! I know which song he heard!"
Everyone looked at him.
Luo Guyun hurriedly said: "Don't be anxious, Yue'er, talk slowly." He handed over a cup of black tea made from American ginseng.
Xiao Xiangyue took a sip and recalled, "That year, we took a boat from Shanghai to Stockholm, and Rambo was on board. He came from Africa and stowed away in Shanghai to seek revenge. But after all the hardships he'd endured, his enemy had already left for South America. He had no choice but to use all the money he'd earned from toiling at the Shanghai docks to buy a bottom-of-the-line ticket and board our ship, planning to disembark at the port of Hamburg, Germany, and then sail to South America. Xiao Qin and I felt sorry for him, seeing he was penniless, so we often gave him food. After we got to know each other, he told us how he and his people had lived on a beautiful and fertile land in South Africa for generations. But because that land contained precious minerals, a wealthy white man coveted them and wanted to drive them away to mine the deposits. Having lived there for generations, they naturally refused. The white man colluded with the local government and massacred his parents, siblings, and dozens of his people. He was the only one who escaped, vowing to pursue him to the ends of the earth to avenge his family and his people..."
Xiao Xiangyue continued, "Rambo told us that there's a plant in his hometown called Phoenix Grass, also known as Immortal Grass. It's incredibly resilient and the only plant in the world capable of resurrecting from the dead. Xiangyue sympathized with his situation, especially when he mentioned his hometown and family. The light in his eyes was so moving. That's when the melody for 'Phoenix Grass of My Hometown' came about. Later, I added blues elements and combined it with jazz, and included it on a jazz album released two years ago."
Mrs. Daisy wondered, "That's a rough man, how could he understand Yue'er's music?"
Ike said, "Why not? Music is the language of the world, and human emotions are universal. The reason people are crazy about Yue'er's music is that it always touches the soul and resonates strongly with people! There's a saying that goes, when you first hear the song, you don't understand its meaning, but when you hear it again, you're already part of it. That's exactly what it means..."
"Well, that song may sound beautiful and melodious to others. But to him, the feeling must be different! No wonder he asked me why I touched his heart as soon as he saw me..." Xiao Xiangyue nodded.
While everyone was chatting animatedly, Prince Wilson quickly pulled Luo Guoyun aside and said mysteriously, "General Luo, I received this errand today specifically to come to you."
Switzerland is rich in iron ore. In recent years, a consortium called Moen has become the largest trader of iron ore in Switzerland. The prince, possessing high-quality iron ore but struggling to find a market, was eager to do business with this company. Upon learning the group's headquarters were in Manhattan, he flew to New York. However, the New York representative said he had no say in the matter, as the owner was Asian and often in Hong Kong or Singapore.
The prince said, "I flew to Hong Kong with my entourage and, after using countless connections, finally met an Oriental man called Yi Erye. It's said that Yi Erye is very arrogant and rarely sees outsiders. After hearing my identity through an intermediary, he invited us to dinner at the Sea Palace in Victoria Harbour. During the meal, he laughed at us for seeking faraway places, not realizing that the real owner was right under our noses. I realized that after traveling halfway around the world, it turned out that the general was the real man behind this..."
Luo Guyun smiled and said, "Since His Majesty has spoken personally, this matter is easy to discuss. I can just give them a call and explain... But my daughter Yue'er loves to go to Mr. Charade's cemetery. Can you please ask the prince to control the cemetery and prohibit those disorderly people from entering? Oh, it would be best if a few sentries were set up on the road leading to the cemetery..."
Prince Wilson was overjoyed to see that what had taken him half a year to accomplish was accomplished in seconds. He said, "Leave it to me! I'll issue a decree declaring a ten-kilometer restricted area around Mr. Charade's cemetery. No one is allowed to enter!"
Everyone chatted happily until noon. Mrs. Daisy said enthusiastically, "Let's have a simple lunch in the school cafeteria. It's rare that everyone has arrived today. We'll have a party at the manor tonight so that everyone can get together."
Daxue brought a lunch box to Xiao Xiangyue and opened the lid: "Ye'er...it's time for lunch."
The college had a shared cafeteria, where all teachers and students ate lunch at noon. Luo Guyun, fearing Xiao Xiangyue might not eat something suitable, prepared lunch in advance, which Daxue would deliver to him daily. Normally, all three meals a day were served on time. Today, when the time came, Daxue, regardless of the crowds, took out the lunch box.
There was only a small spoonful of rice in the lunch box, but it was fragrant. It was pine needle rice from the glacial lake in North America, which has extremely high nutritional value. It was served with five or six exquisite dishes: cod was chopped into a paste, added with carrot pieces, and made into small meatballs. The red and white colors complemented each other, making it beautiful and easy to digest. A few pieces of fat and lean Kobe beef were poured with a special sauce, and the meat was fragrant. Fresh lilies were stir-fried with wild river shrimps, chicken fillets were stewed with matsutake mushrooms, and fresh green bamboo shoots grown in the backyard were shredded and stir-fried... There was also a dish of white tender meat, paired with a few pieces of emerald green celery, which looked very beautiful. Mrs. Daisy pointed and asked, "What is this?" Luo Guoyun said, "That's frog legs, Yue'er's favorite. But these fresh frog legs are hard to come by. They are all airlifted from Asia with ice to preserve them."
Prince Wilson sighed, "Xiangyue's daily meals are even more exquisite than our palace banquets." Luo Guoyun smiled and said, "Yue'er's body is damaged from birth, so she can only rely on postnatal care. Her diet must be more refined." He held out a bowl of clear, seemingly empty soup and handed it to her, "Yue'er, have some soup to warm your stomach before you eat."
Mrs. Daisy was curious, "What kind of soup is this?" Luo Guoyun replied, "This is old duck soup stewed with fish maw and gorgon fruit. The gelatin from the fish maw has melted into the soup. Don't discard the duck meat or the medicinal residue; just drink the soup. It's great for nourishing the liver and kidneys." He then pointed to a plate of dessert nearby and said, "Yue'er loves sweets. This dessert uses fresh poria cocos and yam ground into a paste, mixed with loquat jam. There's no sugar added, so it's just slightly sweet, not too greasy. It strengthens the spleen and helps digestion, and clears the throat."
Everyone marveled at the food box. Luo Guyun added, "Yue'er likes to eat with everyone in the school cafeteria, but he has a sensitive constitution and can't eat many foods. The academy originally wanted to hire a chef to take care of his diet. He really doesn't want to cause trouble for everyone, so he came up with the idea of sending a food box."
Ike sighed, "From the moment I first met Xiangyue twenty years ago, I knew the general was devoted to his food. After all these years, his dedication has only grown. It's truly admirable."
Xiao Xiangyue said embarrassedly, "I was delayed this morning, so all the classes have been moved to the afternoon. I have to hurry to the classroom, so I'll have lunch first."
"Yue'er, you're so tired from this morning. Why don't you take a leave for the afternoon class?" Luo Guyun frowned. Xiao Xiangyue was anxious: "The students are waiting! How can we delay so easily?" Prince Wilson pulled him aside: "Just let Xiangyue go. Let's have a good chat."
In the afternoon, Madam Daisy returned to the manor to prepare for the dinner. After Luo Guoyun sent Xiao Xiangyue to the teaching building, he took Prince Willison and Ike to the castle in the suburbs.
When Xiao Xiangyue was studying abroad, she wrote to Luo Guoyun about visiting a famous building called Holm Castle with her classmates. He was impressed by the Chinese Pavilion, which featured oriental motifs. Before they decided to come to Sweden, Luo Guoyun had purchased the castle, which spanned several acres. The castle, with its ancient, solemn, magnificent, and elegant architecture, is a breathtaking architectural masterpiece.
Prince Wilson had spent much of his time abroad in recent years, so this was his first time visiting Holm Castle with Luo Guoyun. He was genuinely surprised: "A few years ago, I heard this castle was bought by a mysterious person. My brother never told me who it was, but it turned out to be General Luo's!"
Luo Guyun smiled and said, "I asked His Majesty the King not to publicize it. The castle is under Yue'er's name. After all, Yue'er is too famous, so it's better to keep a low profile."
The prince was puzzled. "This Holm Castle was built by my grandfather, Adolf I. It's a national treasure of Sweden. How could you give it to me so easily?" Luo Guoyun asked, "What is your country, Sweden, lacking?" The prince replied, "Sweden is rich in natural resources, but it's located at a high latitude and lacks oil... Oh! The general made a deal with my brother for oil!" Luo Guoyun smiled and said, "Exactly. We have oil fields in the Middle East and the Russian Far East. The quality is excellent. We can meet about one-third of Sweden's oil needs each year."
Holm Castle has hundreds of staff members. Some are secretaries and guards who accompanied Luo Guyun and Xiao Xiangyue abroad. Secretary Wu, in his early sixties, is mature and responsible for the affairs of the Prime Minister's Castle. Secretary Fang married another secretary a few years ago, and the couple both work in the confidential office. The guard team is over thirty people, and Wu Fang is still the leader. After arriving in Sweden, Yi Han gradually transferred some capable personnel from all over the world to connect with various industrial sectors distributed around the world. There is also a think tank of nearly one hundred experts, all of whom are top talents in various fields such as finance, technology, electronics, biology, and manufacturing. Many of them are well-known and often appear in the newspapers. They are specifically responsible for providing decision-making support to Luo Guyun. Each department performs its duties and operates efficiently, just like a large and strict central command center.
Everyone sat down in the reception room, where gorgeous tapestries hung on the walls and the high dome was covered with exquisite sculptures.
Prince Wilson was amazed: "General, if you stomp your feet, even Wall Street will tremble..." Luo Guyun said humbly: "In the past, I only knew how to march and fight. There are many new things I need to learn. Yue'er is so outstanding. If I don't work hard, he will despise me..."
Secretary Fang covered his mouth and laughed, "Ever since arriving in Sweden, our general has been constantly talking about being disliked! Who would dare dislike the general? Besides, how could Mr. Xiangyue dislike you?"
Luo Guyun laughed and said, "It's always good to have a sense of crisis! Yue'er wanted to be on my side before, but now I have to follow his lead. I can't just rely on his salary!"
Prince Wilson sighed, "The general clearly possesses immense power and wealth, able to call the wind and rain. Yet he is content to stay in Mr. Charade's courtyard and live a simple and ordinary life. You Chinese have a saying... I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals! This is what it means..."
Ike laughed heartily. "The Prince has become an expert on China! That's a truly fitting comment! I know the general. In his eyes, the moon is bigger than anything in the world!"
Luo Guyun raised his watch and checked the time. "It's getting late. Yue'er should finish her get out of class. Your Majesty and Mr. Ike should go to Madam Daisy first. I'll pick her up and come back."
It was almost dusk, but there were still many media and fans waiting at the entrance of the Conservatory of Music.
Luo Guoyun drove in and saw the scene. He thought, "I'll have to let Yue'er sit in the back seat and draw the curtains." Otherwise, even if he drove by quickly, the flash of the spotlight would snap a blurry photo, and it would be all over the headlines tomorrow! The thought really made him feel a little upset... Yue'er's talent and brilliance couldn't be hidden anywhere! The scene before him seemed like a replay of his arrival in Shanghai from Lizhuang over a decade ago, except back then, he was still in China, and could still find peace and quiet abroad. But now Yue'er was world-renowned. Could she be hiding on the moon?
Ever since he learned Xiao Xiangyue had a congenital malformation of her lung blood vessels, he'd quit smoking. After parking the car, Luo Guyun leaned against the front bumper, his arms folded across his chest, gazing towards the teaching building. For years, whenever he saw Yue'er around the corner, calling out "Brother Yun," and running toward him with brisk steps, his heart would race. That feeling of happiness, threatening to overflow from his chest, was intoxicating. Nothing in the world could be more beautiful than this...
"Brother Yun!" Just as he was lost in thought, Xiao Xiangyue had already come downstairs and quickened her pace to run towards him.
The two were about to get into the car hand in hand when a slightly plump woman came over from the administration building and shouted from a distance, "Mr. Xiangyue, wait a minute! I was just about to go upstairs to look for you, and I almost missed you!"
The lady's name is Susan. She is Xiao Xiangyue's assistant to the dean and is responsible for helping him with some daily chores.
"The teacher was teaching this afternoon, so I didn't disturb you," Susan said hurriedly, holding a large envelope in her hand. "Old man Eli passed away peacefully in his little house this afternoon. Before he died, he asked me to give this to you." Xiao Xiangyue was shocked. "He was fine this morning, how could he pass away so suddenly..." Luo Guoyun took the envelope and said, "Yue'er, get in the car first."
The two of them got in the back seat. Opening the envelope, they found a stack of drawings. Each one depicted the same scene, the path in front of the iron gate on the southwest side of the Conservatory of Music. Only the characters were different.
The first few pages are a little yellowed. The first page shows Mr. Charade in his prime, walking along with high spirits. The trees on both sides of the path are still relatively thin and the shade is sparse... The next is Mr. Charade and his beautiful wife leaning on each other, their faces filled with happy and sweet smiles... The third is Mr. Charade and his wife, holding little Daisy and Frances, a warm and happy picture of the family of four... The next is Mr. Charade and teenage Frances. At that time, his wife should have passed away and Daisy was married. Frances was young and energetic, walking and chatting with Mr. Charade... Then there is Mr. Charade alone, with his hair graying. Even his back was hunched, and his face was filled with uncontrollable loneliness and sadness... Next was Charles, leaning on a cane, and next to him was Xiao Xiangyue. The gentleman was older, but there was light in his eyes. They walked over, talking and laughing. The surrounding trees had become much thicker, and the shade was denser... Then came Xiao Xiangyue, wearing a windbreaker, with the wind blowing up the hem. His handsome face was full of sadness, and Xiao Qin followed behind him with a lunch box... Behind them were Luo Guyun and Xiao Xiangyue, walking hand in hand, talking and laughing. Xiao Xiangyue raised her eyes to look at him, her affectionate gaze almost overflowing the picture... The last photo was from today, Luo Guyun was holding Xiao Xiangyue, the two were talking and laughing, and heavy snow was running behind them.
Xiao Xiangyue looked at each picture carefully, tears welling up in her eyes. Old man Eli could neither speak nor hear, but the pictures were like a silent pantomime, showing the changes of decades, the changes of things and people, all of which were vividly presented on the paper. The old man's brush was very delicate, and with every stroke, he vividly showed the characters' expressions. Although Francis and Xiao Xiangyue had a Western face, one was Eastern, and the other was Western, their smiles were quite similar. Luo Guyun couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat. Xiao Xiangyue finally couldn't help but fall into his arms and burst into tears.
Although Luo Guyun's heart ached, he thought Yue'er was a woman of rich and delicate emotions, possessing a deeper understanding of the joys and sorrows of life than most. A good cry was better than bottled up. He simply patted her back, offering silent comfort. After a long pause, Xiao Xiangyue finally raised her head and whispered, "Yue'er made Brother Yun worried." Seeing his eyes were slightly red and swollen, Luo Guyun returned to the courtyard, fetched some ice, and carefully applied it. It was already dark when the two of them slowly drove to Lady Daisy's estate.
On the manor's lawn, guests chatted happily in groups of two or three, champagne in hand. A band played by the lake, its melodious music perfectly complementing the atmosphere.
Princess Bena was also there. She came forward and kissed the two on the cheek, saying coquettishly, "Why did you come so late? I saw the news and rushed back to Sweden from Norway. Is Xiangyue okay?" She then pointed to a refined young man wearing a top hat and a double-breasted suit following behind her and said, "Let me introduce you to a new friend, Paul, the BBC's ace host."
Paul took off his hat and bowed deeply and politely. "If it weren't for Princess Bena's introduction, it wouldn't have been easy to meet Mr. Xiangyue." Princess Bena knew that Luo Guyun had always disliked the media, so she quickly explained, "Paul was my middle school classmate and a very trustworthy friend. He has a talk show on TV and would like to invite Xiangyue for an interview."
Mrs. Daisy came out to greet them: "Why are you so late? My sister specially prepared some food for Xiangyue. It's a bit cold outside, so let's eat and chat inside."
Everyone sat together and talked about everything.
Prince Wilson was still immersed in the shock brought by Holm Castle in the afternoon, and pulled Luo Guoyun to discuss the oil business.
Princess Bena said, "I just heard Sister Daisy explain the kidnapping case. It turns out it was the song 'Phoenix Grass of My Hometown.' It's truly legendary!" Paul said, "It's all over the place right now, with all sorts of speculations. If Mr. Xiangyue could accept an interview and tell everyone the truth himself, that would be another legend!"
Ike sighed, "In the face of absolute talent, hard work is nothing! I also started studying under Mr. Charade when I was less than 20 years old, and I've been with him much longer than Xiangyue. But when it comes to musical achievements, the difference is like heaven and earth..."
"Who says Yue'er doesn't work hard?" Luo Guyun, who was chatting animatedly with Prince Wilson, turned around and asked, "Before Yue'er was ten, he lived in an isolated valley, his only joy being music. His father and uncle were both very strict in his teachings. While other children his age were having fun, Yue'er could be said to be working hard every day."
"Oh my god! There are people who are more talented than you and work harder than you. We are left far behind..." Peter, the representative of the European Music Council, exaggeratedly made a falling motion, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
Mrs. Daisy sighed, "Talent, hard work... I don't think it compares to the General's companionship with his brother! These past few years, I've often wondered, to what extent does one person love another? To be so devoted to him, to always put him first, no matter how big or small? To be unwilling to let him suffer even the slightest injustice or pain, to be so attentive and considerate, so meticulous, that's more than just 'touching' can describe it..."
Mrs. Daisy's husband, Spiessen, is a famous Swedish diplomat and former Swedish ambassador to China. The two have been married for more than 30 years and have agreed to be DINKs and not have children. They have a very harmonious relationship.
Spiesen said humorously, "My dear, am I not good to you?" Mrs. Daisy smiled and said, "Of course you are good to me. But we are just a couple on earth, while the general and my brother are a couple in heaven... Everyone in the world envies a fairy-like life, but few can achieve it..."
Princess Bena was puzzled. "I still don't understand. How can a piece of music have such magical power? To make someone burst into tears in the street?"
Xiao Xiangyue, who had been silent the whole time, listened to the conversation as everyone spoke. "My uncle once told me that music is like human language, which can be interpreted, and like human moods, which can be communicated. He said that when he was in Suzhou, he heard a blind man playing a piece of music on the erhu on the street, and passersby cried. My uncle valued his talent, and although he himself was not well off, he often helped him and stayed with him for half a year, discussing music. When I was in Lizhuang, my uncle played it for me. I felt that although the piece was a bit sad, it was not enough to make anyone cry. Later, when I was studying alone, I played this piece on the erhu one Mid-Autumn Festival evening. The whole class burst into tears, and Xiangyue also cried uncontrollably. It shows that music changes with the person's mood."
Prince Willison became interested: "Oh? What kind of music can make the whole class cry? I want to see it too..."
Xiao Xiangyue said, "The piece originally had no name, but later became known as 'Erquan Yingyue' (The Moon Reflected in Two Springs), and it's a famous piece known to everyone in China. It's just that this piece is best played on the erhu, and I don't have that instrument on hand right now..."
Spiesen said quickly, "When I left the mainland, a Chinese friend gave me an erhu as a souvenir. I've never used it, so I'll go get it right away." Princess Bena said, "Since it's a reflection of the moon, it's most beautiful when viewed by the water. Let's go to the lake outside the lawn and listen to Xiangyue play."
There was a crescent moon hanging in the sky, and the cold moonlight was reflected on the lake.
The sound of a zither, imbued with endless vicissitudes and sadness, pierced the night, its plaintive melody seeming to come from the depths of time. The crowd gathered by the lake, chatting and laughing just moments before, seemed to have suddenly been transported to another world, their minds captivated by the desolate and lonely music.
Xiao Xiangyue was completely absorbed in the music. Beneath her calm expression, a lingering, unspoken sorrow flowed from her fingertips. The low notes slowly spoke of life's sorrow and helplessness, its trials and tribulations. The earth-shattering high notes seemed to rip the heart and lungs apart, issuing a mournful and indignant question to the heavens, challenging the injustices of the world... This heart-wrenching wail conveyed an unyielding spirit against the hardships and hardships of fate...
The faint moonlight sprinkled down, covering his body with a layer of silver glow. His handsome figure, perfect face, breathtaking beauty and heart-wrenching sorrow intertwined together, like a dream, making people forget what day it was... Luo Guyun seemed to see again the young man standing in the moonlight and playing the xiao on the night of hunting in Longquan Mountain twenty years ago.
Prince Willison touched the tears that had slid down his face and asked doubtfully, "Mr. Xiangyue, did you cast a spell on me?"
Luo Guyun took off his coat and draped it over Xiao Xiangyue. He held his hand, which was a little cold from holding the bowstring, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yue'er...please take care of yourself and don't waste your mind like this..."
Ike had also heard this piece in China and exclaimed in admiration, "Xiangyue's understanding and comprehension of musical emotion are unmatched today! This not only tests technique, but also requires a strong capacity for empathy! Others might only achieve 80% or 90% of the meaning this piece conveys, but he delivers it with 120% accuracy! However... the general is right, such devotion to one's feelings is bound to cause mental and physical damage... You Chinese have a saying, 'Deep love does not prolong life, and excessive love brings humiliation,' which speaks to this truth..."
Both Lady Daisy and Princess Bena were wiping away tears. Lady Daisy was surprised and asked, "What sorrow is in my brother's heart? How could he play such a heartbreaking song..."
Luo Guoyun leaned close to her ear and told her about Qin Xiao's death and the passing of Old Man Eli. Lady Daisy, who also loved Qin Xiao and knew Old Man Eli from childhood, burst into tears even louder, and Princess Bena joined in the sobbing. Xiao Xiangyue, bewildered, supported Lady Daisy and frantically tried to comfort her, "Don't cry, sister. It's all your brother's fault. He's made you sad..."
The party ended late at night.
After a few drinks tonight, Captain Wu Fang drove the two back to the courtyard. Luo Guyun laid Xiao Xiangyue flat on the backseat, resting her head on his thighs. He said softly, "Yue'er has been too worried these past few days. Close your eyes and rest for a while... Mid-Autumn Festival is coming in a few days. Wait for Brother Sun to come and take Yue'er's pulse and prescribe some medicine for her recovery."
Xiao Xiangyue hugged his waist from the side and said sullenly, "What will happen to Rambo?" Luo Guyun said, "Rambo? This... jailbreak plus kidnapping, I'm afraid he will spend his whole life in jail!" Xiao Xiangyue said, "Rambo is an honest man. Back then on the boat, Yue'er saw that he was extremely hungry but he refused to steal, and only picked up what others had left to eat..." Luo Guyun said, "If Yue'er sympathizes with him, I will send someone to say hello and have him released..." Xiao Xiangyue said, "Yue'er wants to be interviewed by Paul."
Luo Guyun stroked his face and said, "Yue'er, whatever you want is fine. Just close your eyes and rest for now."
The car arrived at the courtyard. Wu Fang whispered, "Master, is he asleep? How about I get a blanket?" Luo Guyun said, "No need." He kept his coat covering Yue'er, and just wrapped her up and carried her away.
Wu Fang lowered his voice and said, "The general is here alone with Xiangyue, and our guards have become useless. I've applied to live in the courtyard so that I can take care of him if anything happens." He then said aggrievedly, "My life was given by Master Xiangyue. A kidnapping happened at the school the other day, and we couldn't even see him, let alone protect him. It was really pathetic."
That year in Hanlin, the guards were almost completely wiped out, and Wu Fang was severely injured. Xiao Xiangyue willingly stayed behind, and Watanabe Hiko, true to his promise, released the others. The teachers and students of the Conservatory of Music, along with Secretary Fang, carried him back to Anyang, where he recuperated for over six months before finally saving his life.
Luo Guyun said, "Your concern is enough. I am sure of Yue'er's safety. There is still a long way to go, so there is no need to rush." Wu Fang replied in a low voice, "Yes, I will follow the general's instructions."
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