Chapter 47 Visit (1) [VIP]
She propped her forehead with one hand, her face rosy and full of life, as if to once again assess the Grand Master of Music from the Ministry of Rites. "Sir, your eyes are oblivious to the world's affairs. Constantly surrounded by the gentle breeze and bright moon, you quietly and silently take in everything."
"Do you really think that I'm closing my eyes and ears?" Qu Hanjin was a little puzzled, frowning slightly and asked doubtfully.
Maybe there were moments when she really thought as the rumors said, Chu Qingluo curled her lips and said something playfully.
"How could an immortal care about the affairs of mortals..."
"Immortal..." He muttered the word softly, feeling that the word became more and more strange the more he listened to it. "This word is really tormenting me..."
Thinking he might not have heard the rumors going around the mansion, she felt playful and raised her eyebrows, asking, "You're not unaware of all the high praise people are saying about you out there, are you?"
"What's the use of knowing what's boring?"
He really didn't know what kind of image the world had portrayed him as. Qu Han didn't want to think too much about it and responded calmly.
Speaking of boredom, she leaned closer, her lips brushing the young man's cheek, but she refused to kiss him. "Then, sir, do you think... your students are interesting?"
He suddenly felt itchy and solemnly signaled her to stop making noise: "If it wasn't interesting, I wouldn't have invited Qingluo into the tent."
"In fact, my idea is the same as yours. First, we will use the Ninth Prince to get rid of the Crown Prince, and then do something at the palace banquet to make the Ninth Prince lose all his favor." Chu Qingluo returned to the point and thought about the current situation. If he wanted to use the birthday banquet to set up a plan, he would need to make further plans.
"As for what method to use, we still need to consider it carefully..."
He stared intently and thought, if he wanted to make the Ninth Prince fall out of favor, no matter what he did, he must not be careless.
Fortunately, the birthday party is still half a year away, so she still has some time to plan. Besides, her husband is by her side, so she will definitely be able to come up with a good plan.
Even if she couldn't think of anything, she still had this wise young master to offer her advice. What else could she worry about? "With you here, I don't have to worry."
Qu Hanjin pondered solemnly for a moment, then swore to her, "Give me a few days to think about it, and I'll definitely offer you a good plan."
The clear and elegant figure in her eyes frowned and was secretly planning. She looked carefully and saw Mr. Ruyu lying on the bed, wearing only loose pajamas. He looked even more intoxicating than when he was teaching on weekdays.
"He is only two or three years older than me, yet he has become the husband of the Princess of Long State..." Thinking of his hidden identity, Chu Qingluo suddenly felt weird. He blinked his eyes and asked playfully.
"I'm curious. Sheng Youzhang seems to be almost standing. Compared to you, sir, who is younger?"
In terms of age, he could not become a teacher in the Imperial Music Bureau, but Emperor Daning admired his piano skills very much, or perhaps admired his strategic talent, which led to the current situation.
"Learning from a teacher is not about age, but about talent and knowledge." Hearing the mockery in her tone, he coughed coldly and warned her solemnly.
How could a student be so disrespectful to his teacher...
Even teasing about age is not allowed, this gentleman is really able to hold himself together. Chu Qingluo suppressed her playful mood, stayed in his arms peacefully, and fell asleep.
"You teachers are as cunning as foxes. I can't win over you, but I can avoid you..."
"You still want to hide from me?" He frowned imperceptibly when he heard that, and the long fingers on her waist couldn't help but tighten.
"Since we're already on your bed, sir, I won't hide anymore." She yawned lazily and then returned the hug without regard for etiquette, her expression relaxed and especially delicate. "If you have no ill intentions, sir, I'll really sleep."
"Yeah." Qu Hanjin replied softly, raised her hand to pull the bed curtain tighter to prevent Xuan Hui from disturbing her sweet dream.
It is a little unbelievable, but since she started sleeping with her husband, she seems to have never been disturbed by nightmares again, and the scene of broken mountains and rivers has never appeared in her dreams to disturb her peace.
It seemed as if there was someone in the world who understood her concerns, her fears, and the pain and sadness she had endured.
And that person resolutely protected her and wanted to fulfill her wish.
Chu Qingluo woke up feeling contented. It was almost noon the next day.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes and when she looked up, she saw that the teacher was still asleep, with disheveled black hair, and did not look at all like the stern teacher he usually was.
The person in front of her had disheveled hair and an unkempt appearance, which made her laugh. This laugh woke up the young man in the tent.
Those deep eyes revealed a hint of confusion as they looked back at the delicate and beautiful look.
Seeing Jing's smile stopped, she pretended to be serious and cleared her throat after a long while: "Sir, you are still so messy..."
"It's the beginning of the day and I haven't combed my hair, so it's naturally messy." Qu Hanjin slowly got off the bed, as if he understood why she was laughing, so he stood up and put on a light and elegant brocade robe and tied up his black hair.
"After class, follow me into the palace to meet His Majesty the Ninth Prince."
The young man finished dressing and elegantly put on a jade hairpin. She looked at him leisurely and asked, "Do you need a student to comb your hair?"
"Just sit down." He looked at the chair beside the table and told her to sit down obediently.
Chu Qingluo sat down respectfully as ordered by the master. Before she could turn her head, she felt him standing behind her, holding a wooden comb.
It was the first time I saw a man, and I...
She was stunned for a moment, motionless as her husband combed her hair, thinking
At that morning, she happily sat in front of the dressing table in her mother's bedroom, looking through the bronze mirror at her mother gently dressing herself and combing her black hair meticulously, her almond-shaped eyes filled with tenderness.
Concubine Zhao suddenly paused, and seeing that she was lost in thought, she smiled and said, "
Her thoughts were brought back to her senses, and she smiled broadly, saying contentedly, "It would be wonderful if Mother could comb my hair for the rest of my life."
"When Ling'er has a husband in the future, he will comb her hair and change her clothes for her," Zhao Fei smiled slightly when she heard this. She tapped her head with the comb and pretended to feel sorry. "By then, Ling'er and her husband will be inseparable and in love with each other. They will no longer like their mother."
Her mother was afraid that she would forget her mother after she got married, but no matter how good her future husband was, she would never be as good as her mother.
Muttering quietly, she reached out and ruffled her hair while her mother wasn't noticing, forcing her mother to comb it again. "How could I not like you? You are the best person in the world to me, much better than that prince consort."
"You are such a chatterbox, my future husband will be so mad at Ling'er that he will faint."
Seeing the situation, Concubine Zhao sighed helplessly. Although she complained, her hands were still gentle in their movements.
There was a gentle tap on the forehead, and the surrounding scene suddenly became blurred, and then clear in an instant.
She suddenly came back to her senses, unconsciously stroked her forehead, and looked at the gentleman in confusion.
"Are you distracted?" He had almost finished combing his hair. He gently put the wooden comb back into the drawer and slightly opened his thin lips.
Chu Qingluo smiled wistfully, admiring her combed hair in front of the bronze mirror, and replied casually, "Recalling some old memories, I suddenly feel that the joys and sorrows of the past have become a thing of the past."
The clear pond beneath her phoenix eyes seemed to ripple with endless ripples. He didn't know what she was remembering, but he knew that what she was remembering was the thing she cherished most.
And those dreamlike pasts have been ruthlessly burned, leaving only hatred that torments her day and night.
The hand that put down the wooden comb suddenly trembled slightly. The young master was silent for a moment, and then whispered coldly: "I am content to live in a corner and muddle through. The hatred of your family and country... I have no way to feel."
"But since they've wounded you so deeply, I'm going to make them pay with blood."
Qu Hanjin said this calmly, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes, as if he was about to stir up some bloody storms in Daning City for her.
"Is this really what you think, sir?" Chu Qingluo's gaze slowly tightened as he looked into the bronze mirror. Without looking at him, he murmured for a moment, "Are you willing to commit such a heinous act for the people of Long?"
"What's wrong with plotting rebellion for one person..."
She listened to the gentleman's cold words, his hidden thoughts still unfathomable. Or perhaps, he had always harbored rebellious intentions, but no one had given them much thought.
Chu Qingluo suddenly smiled, thinking that she had carefully planned to lure him into the trap, and she had finally lured the right person: "Well, with your words, my previous plan has not been in vain."
She decided to trust him once. If he was only after her beauty and nothing else, she could keep him by her side and make him her most valued chess piece.
The morning dew hangs on the peach petals and diffuses among the new leaves of the green bamboo, bringing a slight cool breath to the early summer.
The lotus flowers within the palace walls were in lovely bloom, shining brightly against the green waves, pure and beautiful without being coquettish, silently and beautifully outshining the entire garden.
A corner of the palace garden is full of colorful flowers, and not far away is the Lingning Palace where the Ninth Prince lives.
As the palace guards hurriedly came to report, Chu Yanshuo hurried to the front of the hall after hearing the news. Sure enough, he saw Mr. Qu standing upright and bowing solemnly, with the bright and beautiful woman still standing beside him.
Upon seeing that it was Mr. Qu who came to offer advice, the Ninth Prince suddenly beamed with joy. He quickly bent down and spread his sleeves, inviting the two men into the hall. "Mr. Qu, what a rare guest! Please come in quickly, please come in quickly!"
"Sir, you made a special trip to the palace to find me. Could it be that you have figured it out in the past few days?" Mr. Yun had been thinking about it for a few days before. Seeing him come to him today on his own initiative, he must have got the answer. Chu Yanshuo's brows were filled with excitement. As he walked, he asked Mr. Qu, who was like the breeze and bright moon.
If he could get the master's assistance, he would be one step closer to the throne in the palace. The Ninth Prince understood and winked at the dancers in the palace, ordering them to treat this man well.
Qu Hanjin did not answer, as if he tacitly agreed to make a plan for it. He lifted his robe and sat down elegantly in the hall. When he saw several beautiful women coming to serve him, his eyes suddenly became cold.
He adjusted his sleeves with great dignity and said solemnly, "I do not like this. Your Highness, please let them leave."
The dancers who were called to serve seemed to be in a dilemma. They all stole glances at Mr. Qu, and then glanced at His Highness with a worried look.
"What are you looking at me for? Sir, I've already said I don't like it, why don't you just get out of here!" Chu Yanshuo angrily swung his sleeves, then smirked at Master Qingjue, "Don't blame me for being so useless..."
His Highness had given the order, and the dancer left trembling, not daring to stay a moment longer.
As several dancers left, a breeze blew by, blowing up the gauze on the women's fair wrists.
Chu Qingluo clearly saw the scars on their wrists and her heart trembled.
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