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A slender green jade hand stretched out from the curtain, and Song Wanwan held her forehead with one hand, and a faint tingling pain came from her temple. Everything that happened yesterday was too real. The numb feeling of covering her nose and the dizziness that she fell asleep later. She put on her clothes, combed her hair casually, held a hairpin lazily, groped and picked up the stick beside the bed, and slowly groped out. The stool that was kicked over yesterday was steadily placed on the spot, making her mistakenly think that everything was just a shocking dream.

The blind female zither fumbled to the door and leaned against the threshold. The warm wind blew on her face, like a willow stroking her cheeks. The pomegranate in the corner of the courtyard had already bloomed, and the pure white butterfly stayed on the petals.

The wooden shoes pressed against the moss on the steps, and the courtyard was quiet.

The wind blew over the vines and gently shaking the copper bell under the eaves.

The quiet environment was broken by the knock on the door. Song Wanwan groped and stood up and walked towards the door. If she could see clearly, there was a pool of solidified blood stains hidden in the grass, and the green onions in the courtyard had not yet had time to cover up the traces of the explosion.

"Miss Song, here is Zhongqing."

Song Wanwan moved the horizontal sling of the door and opened the door with difficulty with both hands. She turned her head and grabbed the folds of the corner of the skirt. She smiled softly, "Young Master Zhongqing, why are you doing well? I got up late this morning. I am afraid that this look will make the young master laugh?"

Chen Zhongqing sucked his nose, and Song Wanwan, who was standing in front of her, had a flushed cheek, her hair was lazy and she was holding a loose hairpin, like a gentle little lady who returned from buying vegetables.

Chen Zhongqing glanced into the courtyard a few times. The traces of yesterday had been cleaned up. Although some blood stains were still vaguely visible, fortunately Song Wanwan was blind and could not see the scene of the broken flowers and willows. Lao Jia's skill in packing up his hands was pretty good, leaving no big flaws.

He withdrew his gaze and said, "Oh, Miss Song, I happened to pass by the house this morning and took the opportunity to visit me. I hope Miss Song will not care."

Of course, he would not explicitly say that he came to check Song Wanwan's safety specifically, so he had to find an excuse casually.

"Miss Song would let me in?"

"Oh, of course, I almost forgot."

Song Wanwan held the door and gave way to Chen Zhongqing. She whispered while fumbled, "The family is full of walls, so Mr. Zhongqing laughed."

Chen Zhongqing shook his head, then realized that Song Wanwan was blind, and added, "No, if the mountain is not high and there is immortality, it will be famous; if the water is not deep and there is dragon, it will be spiritual."

With a squeak, Song Wanwan laughed out loud, and she said gently, "This is a humble room but my virtue is sincere. Mr. Chen, you praise me for this, but you are not exposed. Compared with Meng De Shihao, I am really flattered. You are a famous poet in the world now. If an old master who accidentally got his bag of books fell off, he would be heartbroken and criticized him for being disrespectful to the sages."

Chen Zhongqing said in surprise, "Miss Song also knows about the Garden Poetry Festival?"

Song Wanwan looked back and smiled, "I guessed."

"Mr. Zhongqing said that he wanted to attend a garden poetry meeting that day, and I knew you would win. Although the little girl had never learned poetry, she could always tell which words were good words and which words were good words. By the way, is Mr. Zhongqing the top scholar, or the second-hand one?"

"you guess?"

"I guess it's Tanhua after all, right?"

Chen Zhongqing shook his head and smiled, "No."

"The second best?"

"Not right."

She said in surprise, "Is it the No. 1 pick?"

"It's not right. I wrote three poems last night, including the top scholar, Tanhua, and the second-tier one, all of them are me."

Song Wanwan exclaimed in a low voice, with a surprised expression and said in disbelief, "The talent of Mr. Zhongqing is really amazing."

"By the way, come here today, I have a reluctant request."

Chen Zhongqing remembered what she was going to do today, plucked up the courage and said to the woman in front of her, "I hope Miss Wanwan can participate in the next rouge list. I will write lyrics for you and compete for the top ten. As long as you enter the top ten, no one will dare to bully you in Hangzhou."

The weak blind girl paused for a moment, turned around, and her skirt fluttered with her movements, still with her empty eyes, with a calm and calm look on her face, "Young Master Zhongqing, I have accepted your kindness, but I refuse to participate."

Chen Zhongqing stood there in a daze. He didn't expect Song Wanwan to reject this tempting request.

Song Wanwan refused, and her red lips opened lightly, "With the care of the young master, I really don't want to get involved in the competition between the rich and nobles in Hangzhou. Besides, the women on the rouge list are not superb and become fish and goose. I was born blind and both my parents died since I was a child. It was a zither who raised me. I had no money, no power, no beauty, and no beauty. If I get involved in the complex rouge list, it will only be a lot of luck."

"As long as you are on the rouge list, no one dares to make things difficult for you." Chen Zhongqing touched his nose and said, "I have already knocked on Qin Shaoyou, who made things difficult for you at Huxin Pavilion that day. If nothing unexpected happens, he will come to the door to apologize to Miss Song in the past few days."

"What if something happens?"

Although Song Wanwan was blind, she was as clear as a mirror and had a thorough understanding of the human nature of Hangzhou City. "I heard that Qin Jun of the Qin family is a person who is a good person to do things. No one can resist the truth he wants to determine. Mr. Zhongqing, you are really sure that your knocking will not make him play according to common sense? Even if you take out the family background of Bianliang, he may not be willing to admit defeat. Instead, it aroused a fierce and competitive spirit. The Qin family's rival had suffered a great loss because of this matter. The final outcome was that more than a dozen people in the family died in a bad life. The government could not investigate who was the one who took the action, so he had to give up. The weak woman in the family will not be cared about when she died. Someone would be satisfied with the Qingming Festival in the next year, but Mr. Zhongqing was forced to stand up for others and pay his life. Is it worth it?"

Chen Zhongqing was stunned. He never thought that Qin Shaoyou was such a mysterious and weird person. He was more like a crazy gambler, leaving no way out when doing things.

Song Wanwan also mistakenly thought that Chen Zhongqing's wealth and background might not be able to compete with the Qin family.

"I know Mr. Zhongqing has good intentions, but Qin Shaoyou is not a person who is willing to give up. He is cruel in his work and will never let anyone offend him easily."

Chen Zhongqing never thought that he was such a vengeful and ruthless character, so he asked again, "Even if I am the king?"

"I won't be the king of heaven, but the son of Luzhou Tongzong drowned inexplicably the year before yesterday. I heard that it was because he offended this young master Qin. There was no evidence in this case, and it was difficult to explain for two years. At that time, the prefect spent a lot of effort to suppress this matter. I also kindly advised him, if Master Zhongqing feels noisy and loses, just treat it as a wind in his ears."

The sound is not loud, but every word is heartbreaking.

Chen Zhongqing frowned.

"Forget it, let's not say these disturbing words anymore. I am not a pleasing person as a child, and I am independent. After so many years after my master's death, Mr. Zhongqing was the first person to listen to my words. I just feel that it is also very happy that someone can listen to me."

Song Wanwan realized that she was talking a little, pointed her finger at the lush peach tree in the corner of the courtyard and said softly, "This peach tree was planted in the year when her teacher died. She was still young at that time, less than ten years old. At that time, she heard from her master that there were ten miles of peach blossoms that had not faded when Western Sichuan entered Emei. I really wanted to see how the endless pink was like a painting."

Chen Zhongqing looked at the peach trees in the corner of the courtyard, with lush branches and leaves.
Chapter completed!