This is the first time that the couple met at night since the Cold War. On weekdays, when Xiao Shao went out in the sun and came back in the evening, Jiang Ruan had already stopped, so naturally he had no chance to speak. Who knew that Xiao Shao came back so early today? After Jiang Ruan washed up, she did not see Xiao Shao in the room. She asked Tianzhu, who said that Xiao Shao was in the study.

Xiao Shao didn't know what he was busy with these few days. Maybe he had something to do in the study room, but something happened to happen again today. Xiao Shao seemed a little strange when he went to the study room at this time. Maybe Xiao Shao was sulking. If it were usual, Jiang Ruan thought that Xiao Shao was still a little cute, but after experiencing the matter between Jiner and Luzhu, he would subconsciously think about Xiao Shao's disbelief. No woman could accept that her husband was suspicious of him, especially in terms of innocence. Jiang Ruan was also a stubborn person. She just said a huh and went to bed first, and had no intention of going to the study room to talk. Instead, she was waiting outside the house with hope to reconcile butler Lin Bai, who was as beautiful as the first red sleeves, waited for a night.

At night, there were heavy curtains on the Yao family mansion in the capital, and the bamboo and wood were dizzy. A pleasant piano sound floated in the yard of Miss Yao. Every part of the decoration in this yard was gorgeous and exquisite, and it showed elegance everywhere. Even a pair of sculpture koi on the edge of the pond was strived to be lifelike. This yard was originally written by Yao Niannian, and Mr. Yao obviously demanded excellence for craftsmen, which was the ingenious courtyard, which also showed from the side that Yao Niannian must be the pearl in the palm of Governor Yao, so that she could satisfy her long-cherished wish with such a big fanfare.

At this moment, the sound of the piano in the courtyard is worthy of the scenery in the courtyard. Yao Niannian is extremely intelligent and has been a master of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he is not very proficient. If Jiang Susu was a talented woman in Beijing at the time, Yao Niannian would be the wisest woman in everyone's hearts. The wisest woman may not be the best in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but inexplicably it is more respectful than that talented woman.

The two maids standing outside from afar were quietly discussing: "This song is so nice, why didn't you listen to the lady playing it before?"

"Stupid," another maid whispered: "It must have been created by myself. Our lady is smart. If the sound of this piano is transmitted outside, I think the title of the No. zither of the capital will be made."

"What nonsense is that, what is the identity of Qin Niang? How can she compare with our lady?" said the smaller maid: "The lady comes in and likes to play the piano more and more in the yard. I don't know why it is, or whether it is..." She thought of something, and hurriedly stopped her mouth, but her expression was a little worried.

In the pavilion in the courtyard on one side, a woman's long sleeves were graceful, and her clothes and robe had a small and dazzling exquisite silk pattern. Her slender hands flew up and down the strings. The sound of the song was as pleasant as the spring water, and it seemed to be able to play into people's hearts.

A moment later, the song ended, but Yao Niannian did not withdraw her hand. Her stuttering hands were still covered with jade-like hands. Her eyebrows and eyes were light, but there was something inexplicable in her eyes, as if it could penetrate into people's hearts. The corners of her lips curled up, and she looked at the strings in front of her, but it seemed that she remembered something else. Among the remaining ashes on the ground, there was paper for practicing calligraphy and was used to practice writing. Yao Niannian always asked herself to be perfect, and there seemed to be something else in the ashes, but those strange words mixed in the ashes and turned into nothing with the fire.

Yao Niannian slowly spoke, not knowing whether to say it to others or to herself: "The heart is like a rock, the heart is like a rock, the two rocks collided, and both were hurt. Jiang Ruan, the person who guessed people's hearts?" Her smile gradually showed a contemptuous meaning: "Just."

There are indeed people in the world who can play with people's hearts. I originally thought that since Jiang Ruan was quite famous, there were naturally special places. Now it seems that it is just a rumor. The woman is vulnerable, which is really not to be afraid. There are many dark places in a person's heart, which may be harmless, but the dark places in it are infinitely magnified, and at the right opportunity, it will cause irreversible mistakes.

"The bait is thrown, and the shrimps are hung up," Yao Niannian stretched out a hand and gently stroked the strings, but when she passed the last string, she suddenly exerted force on her hand. The string made a sharp sound, breaking in response. Yao Niannian slowly twisted the short string and smiled and said, "It's time to start."

Early the next morning, Jiang Ruan had just had breakfast. Before he arrived at the study room, someone in the gatehouse reported that he had a bag-like thing in his hand. He only said that it was handed over to the master of the Jinying Palace. When asked who it was, the gatehouse could not answer the reason, and only said that it seemed to be a carriage in the Mo family's mansion. The Mo family was naturally in the mansion of Mo Cong in the capital. The master of the Jinying Palace was Xiao Shao, but now Jiang Ruan could sit at the master. The gatehouse immediately handed over to Jiang Ruan without hesitation. Jiang Ruan returned to the study room and threw the bag on the desk. Tianzhu said, "Why don't you open it? If there are other important things, it's not good to delay it."

In Tianzhu's opinion, if Mo Cong came to deliver things, it would probably be related to official business. Jiang Ruan was not an ignorant woman in the house. She could handle some things very well. Now it was a turbulent time. The timing was very precious. Xiao Shao would probably have to come back late at night. In this case, it would be better for Jiang Ruan to take apart and see what it was.

Lian Qiao also hurriedly said, "Yes, young lady, it's all about the mansion." Lian Qiao was not as far-reaching as Tianzhu. She just thought that Jiang Ruanzheng and Xiao Shao are a little unfamiliar now, and they can't keep feeling indifferent all the time. This may not be an opportunity. Jiang Ruan thought about it and took the bag in front of her and slowly opened it apart.

There was nothing in the bag, only a coat. This coat was a black Su Xijin robe, with dark golden robe embroidered with a dark golden robe. It was Xiao Shao's robe. There was also a letter next to the robe.

Mo Cong sent Xiao Shao's robe back for no reason, which was a strange thing, and there was another letter. Jiang Ruan did not hesitate and took apart the letter. The letter paper spread out, with only two simple words on it: Thank you. It was the beautiful small calligraphy commonly used by women, but the handwriting was neat and charming. Just a light scan, it was already a good word. It was just a thank you word, and the handwriting was so unusual. The content itself was very thought-provoking. Dewdrop's face changed drastically at a glance, and she couldn't help but think about it. Maybe it was a bit strange to put it in the past, but now looking at these things, an idea involuntarily appeared in her mind. With Jin Er's previous lessons, how could she not be nervous, and her face immediately changed.
Chapter completed!