Zilan

The Jiang family planted a lot of flowering trees, it is April now, and the pear blossoms are all over the sky like snow falling on the branches.

The wind of the sword was violent, and the pear blossom that was drifting down suddenly stopped and landed on the tip of the sword.

Yan Zhuoqing flicked the sword back to sheath, and the white petals scattered in all directions, leaving only the pink stamens spread out in the palm like stars.

At this time, the sky had just revealed a hint of paleness, and Yan Zhuoqing had already finished his morning sword practice.

He pulled off a stamen and crushed it on his fingertips.The remaining stamens were thrown away, fell into the lotus pond, and floated out of the pond as if struggling, wobbly.

The white flowers on the top of the head were still falling one after another, Yan Zhuoqing jumped up on the branch with a thought, trying to harm the pear blossoms on it.

Just as Yan Zhuoqing was breaking off a branch, there was a sound of footsteps not far away, and two girls in maid uniforms could be seen from afar.

The tall one is holding a red parcel in his arms, and the smaller girl is holding a food box in her hand.

"Sister Tan, what is this?" The younger looking girl looked at the red package curiously.

"Madam heard that the young master's feet are always feeling cold these days, so she made a cotton foot wrap with her own hands and asked me to send it to the young master." The tall girl, also known as sister Tan in the young girl's mouth, replied.

"Madam is really kind to the young master. If Miss Jiang is alive, she should be like this to the young master." The little girl sighed.

Sister Tan glanced left and right, and whispered to her ear mysteriously: "I'll tell you something secretly, I heard it from the nurse in charge."

"Miss Jiang didn't die of illness at all, but committed suicide. After she brought the young master here, she locked herself and the young master in the room, neither eating nor drinking, and seeing no one. It was only after the smell of blood came from the air that she was found to have committed suicide by cutting her wrists, and she was holding the young master in her arms when she died." She trembled as she spoke, and said angrily, "Let me tell you, young master Now is the best time, otherwise it will be a disaster if it falls into the hands of this kind of mother."

Yan Zhuoqing, who was about to jump down to scare the two little maids, paused upon hearing this.

"Master loves Ms. Jiang very much, and naturally he loves the young master left behind by Miss Jiang very much. When the young master first came to Jiang's house, he had a hard time. Many people always gossip in front of the young master. Later, the master found out and beat them all up. After a meal, he drove away."

"But there is another way to say that the master loves the young master."

"What do you say?" The little girl was stunned and asked curiously.

Sister Tan lowered her voice: "It is said that the young master is the illegitimate son of the master. The master knew a woman when he was wandering in the rivers and lakes. He had a romantic relationship with that woman and gave birth to the young master. Miss Jiang and that woman It was a good friend. When the woman was seriously ill and dying, she entrusted the young master to Miss Jiang, so Miss Jiang took the young master home to recognize his ancestors. The master was so kind to the young master because of guilt and unforgettable old love. "

"Sister Tan." The little girl looked suspicious.

"how?"

"Did you peek at my script?"

"Don't talk nonsense, how can I read that kind of book." Sister Tan denied.

"But the illegitimate child you mentioned is exactly the same as the one I bought in the new script."

"Haven't you watched it yet?"

"..."

Sister Tan couldn't bear the little girl's accusing gaze, she turned her head silently, and happened to see a girl who was also in a maid's uniform hurrying along.

"Sister Tan, Xiaoping, why are you still here? The nurse in charge has come to check the room." The girl looked anxious, and hurriedly left before she could finish her sentence.

"Xiao Ping, you happened to be delivering breakfast to the young master, so help me to give this to the young master, and I'll go back and help you clean it up first!" Sister Tan said, stuffing the things into the little girl's hands and then ran away.

"But, Sister Tan, you have too many things to take care of yourself." Xiaoping stomped her feet.

Suddenly, a black figure fell in front of her, with pear blossoms on her shoulders.

"Miss Xiaoping, let me give it to the young master for you."

Xiaoping almost exclaimed, but luckily she recognized the figure in front of her: "One sword hero."

Yesterday when she was serving dinner, she had seen this quack who said he was here to protect the young master.Then his heart tightened, wondering if the quack had overheard the previous conversation.

Yan Zhuoqing was puzzled: "I just overheard you saying that you were in a hurry to go back and tidy up the room, and you were going to deliver things to the young master. I happen to have nothing to do, so I'll leave first if I don't need it."

The little girl dispelled her doubts, and hurriedly stuffed the things in her hand to him: "Then thank the Great Swordsman."

"No need." Because he happened to also want to find the young master.

He shouldn't pay attention to this kind of secret inside the house even if he is overheard, but it is related to Jiang Jiuwan. Yan Zhuoqing has inexplicable feelings in his heart, and suddenly has an urge to see the young master.

Yan Zhuoqing lifted his breath and jumped across the lotus pond in a blink of an eye. With an inexplicable thought, he didn't go to the main entrance, but landed on the pear tree beside the courtyard.

He wanted to see what the usual Jiang Jiuwan was like.

However, what even Yan Zhuoqing himself didn't expect was that Jiang Jiuwan's room happened to be next to the pear tree, facing the open window.

So when he fell on the branch and caused the flowers to rain, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and he met Jiang Jiuwan's gaze impartially.Jiang Jiuwan's movements froze.

Yan Zhuoqing was the first to react, and handed out a pear blossom to the stunned Young Master Jiang, and said with a smile, "What a coincidence."

Jiang Jiuwan was subconsciously taken over by Li Huayi, and finally recovered, and hurriedly stuffed the things in his hand behind his back.Even so, Yan Zhuoqing saw it.

Young Master Jiang was just now - embroidering handkerchiefs?

"Is there something wrong with Great Xia Yan?" Jiang Jiuwan tried to hide the panic on his face, and asked calmly.

"I'm here to deliver something to the young master." Yan Zhuoqing held up the food box and red package in his hand.

"Where's Xiaoping?" Jiang Jiuwan complained in a rare tone.

"Miss Xiaoping has something to do, so please ask me to bring it over." Yan Zhuoqing felt that he was so cute like this, and almost wanted to reach out and touch his face to see if it was slightly swollen.

He tried his best to look away and landed on the table: "I didn't expect that the young master is so good at embroidery."

Jiang Jiuwan was in a hurry to collect, and forgot to put away the finished products on the table.It was embroidered with a beautiful pear tree, with fine stitches, and the drooping pistils made Yan Zhuoqing want to tear them off.

Jiang Jiuwan immediately wanted to grab the handkerchief and hide behind his back, but Yan Zhuoqing took a step ahead.

"Hero Yan!"

"This embroidery is beautiful, why did you hide it, young master?" Yan Zhuoqing spread out a pear tree in his hand.

"You... don't you think this is strange?" Jiang Jiuwan grasped the half-embroidered handkerchief in his hand, and the embroidery needle pierced the skin.

"What's so strange? I also want to ask the young master to embroider a handkerchief for me. I wonder if the young master will agree?" Yan Zhuoqing blinked.

"En." Jiang Jiuwan nodded very slowly, the helix is ​​bright red, gradually fading from the outside to the inside, only the earlobes are still like white jade.

"But before that, young master, can you show me your hand first?" Yan Zhuoqing jumped into the room at some point, and half-knelt beside him.

"I'm here to protect you, how can you get hurt because of me."

"No, it's none of your business." Jiang Jiuwan shook his head, reaching out to pull him up.

"It's nothing to do with me. Once the young master is injured, my heart hurts very much."

Yan Zhuoqing held his wrist, with a frivolous smile on his face, but his tone was so pious that no one could question it.