Chapter 11 It's Not What You Think
In just two hours, Xie Zhili's good fortune was interrupted twice in succession, and his unhappiness reached its peak.
The sound of the piano was still ringing. With a sullen face, he carried the food box and left Yu Qinghuan's room. He just wanted to cut off the disturbing piano music and then kill the person who was playing it with a knife.
Qing Zhui was waiting in the yard when he saw his second master coming out of the eldest lady's room. His expression was indescribable.
The eldest lady is beautiful, but his second master is going to follow the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace to do great things, and maybe even become a famous official in the future. But what will happen if the reputation of him coveting the beautiful widowed sister-in-law gets out?
Qing Zhui couldn't help but suggest, "Master, the village is quite remote, why don't we move back to the capital?"
His master is not short of money. If the old lady doesn't let his master into the mansion, the worst that can happen is that he can buy a house outside. Why should he squeeze in the same yard with the eldest lady in this farm?
Xie Zhili frowned slightly, "Why do you want to go back to Beijing?"
Qing Zhui curled his lips, but in the end, he said what he had in mind for the good of his Second Master, "Master, you and the First Madam living in the same courtyard is really embarrassing. If this gets out, I'm afraid you'll be criticized!"
"If this old man knew about this, he would be unable to rest in peace in his grave..."
Xie Zhili scoffed, "If he dies with his eyes open, he'll just have to watch day and night as I capture his people and belongings one by one."
Especially this woman, Yu Qinghuan, he tasted her and found her to be just what he wanted.
Qing Zhui wanted to persuade him, but Xie Zhili didn't want to listen anymore and interrupted him, "Who is playing the piano next door?"
Qing Zhui: "Next door is the Mu family's farm."
He didn't say who it was, but Xie Zhili knew it as soon as he thought about it.
Xie Zhili snorted coldly, "If you let me hear this unpleasant piano music again within the next stick of incense, you will stay in this manor and you don't have to come back to Beijing with me in the future."
When Qing Zhui heard this, he ran away. It would be better to just slit his neck with a knife than to make him stay in this shabby village for the rest of his life!
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The next day, Yu Qinghuan waited until noon before getting up. While having lunch, he noticed that the wind was strong outside and suddenly became interested.
"Sang Ru, go outside and find a kite."
When she was young in the Yu Mansion, her nanny made a kite for her. She liked to fly the kite in the yard, but she was always disturbed by Yu Zhilan, so she simply let the kite fly away.
Later, when she married into the Marquis's Mansion, she was suppressed by Wang Shi, and in order to appear more stable in the eyes of the servants, she did not touch upon any of these girls' preferences.
Now that Wang is gone in the village and the wind is strong today, it is a good time to fly a kite.
Sang Ru hadn't seen his wife so interested in kites for several years, so he went looking for a kite immediately. After asking around in the village to find one, he went outside the village and finally spent some money to buy one from a farmer's child.
In a good mood, she wrote two sentences cursing Wang on the kite, and asked Sang Ru to take it and help her fly the kite.
The green kite flew up with the wind, and Yu Qinghuan's heart was also released along with the kite. The pent-up emotions seemed to be released at this moment. What Wang family, what Marquis Mansion, it's all bullshit!
Sang Ru was watching from behind, and when she saw Yu Qing laughing, she laughed too.
She suddenly felt that if the Madam could always be so happy, then it wouldn't really matter whether she returned to the capital or not.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and before Yu Qinghuan could retract it, the string broke. The green kite lost control and fell into the wall of the next courtyard.
Yu Qinghuan: “…” This evil wind!
She looked at the empty wire box in her hand and looked at Sang Ru behind her.
Sang Ru immediately understood and stood up, "I'll go pick it up next door."
Yu Qinghuan hesitated for a moment, and suddenly thought of the piano music he heard yesterday, but it did not sound today. He became curious and wondered what kind of person could play such a piano sound?
She called out to Sang Ru, "Wait, I'll go with you."
The two manors were almost next to each other, and were very close when walking from Xie's manor. After the manor's gatekeeper informed the owner of the manor, someone took the master and servant to pick up the fallen kite.
Unlike the carefully maintained Xie family farm, this farm was obviously much simpler, with flowers, plants and leaves not being well cared for, and many weeds growing between the cracks in the rocks.
Yu Qinghuan looked at the farm and found it hard to imagine that someone who could play such delicate music would live in such an environment.
Sang Ru couldn't help but whispered, "Madam, why don't we go back and I'll go buy another kite..."
At this time, the two of them had already crossed the yard. Yu Qinghuan held up her skirt to prevent it from rubbing against the mud. It was not until she reached the end that she saw a snow-white figure standing among the yellow leaves in the yard.
The man's wide sleeves were blown by the wind, forming cloud patterns. Half of his jade mask reflected the skylight. His slender fingertips were stroking the tip of a paper iris, obviously studying the inscription on it carefully.
As he turned around, golden leaves fell from the branches. The half of his face not covered by the mask was filled with a spring-like smile. He looked at the visitor not far away, "Girl's kite?"
The clear voice was like a willow branch in March brushing against people's hearts. Yu Qinghuan stood there in a daze, holding her breath unconsciously. The arc of the man's clothes when he turned around was very similar to the white kite she had released when she was a child and could never find again.
The half of his face and eyebrows outside the mask are like distant mountains immersed in mist. He is a modest gentleman, gentle as jade, no more than this.
Sang Rushi was stunned. The second master of the Xie family was already the most handsome man she had ever seen, but she never thought that there was a man in the world who was even more handsome than the second master Xie. Just half of his face was enough to make people imagine a lot. The key point was that he spoke in a gentle voice and it was obvious that he was a good man!
At this time, Yu Qinghuan had come back to her senses and nodded at the man.
The man walked towards Yu Qinghuan, holding the kite on his jade-colored fingertips and handing it to her. The fragrance of agarwood from his sleeves wafted away with his movements.
Yu Qinghuan quickly took the kite and glanced at the two abusive words he had written on it. Thinking of the man who was staring at it just now, he silently handed the kite to Sang Ru next to him.
"Don't fly kites when the wind is strong. If the string breaks again, I won't come looking for you."
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