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A pair of wrists reached out and landed on Wu Yu Xue's shoulders like shackles, locking this "love", locking this "person".

Half of Miss Han's face was pressed tightly against his chest as she accepted the man's strong, iron arms.

Suddenly, Wu Yuxue held up her face, which seemed to be in a daze. Under the lamp, I could already see the sounds of tears.

"Miss, we can't."

"Is... "What?" Miss Han asked.

"For …"

He bit his lower lip hard, as if he was bleeding.

"No …" Is... "What …" Wu Yuxue said.

His hands were shaking so badly that for a "gentleman" only the uneasiness and guilt of his conscience could make him tremble and tremble.

Wu Yuxue subconsciously felt that he had committed a crime, but he was no longer able to take it back.

As the wind crept across the roof, a few leaves withered.

Wu Yuxue was on the verge of collapse.

How is it the "Broken Zither"?

That zither music came so suddenly, so insensibly.

"Cheng Cong" a sound, followed by a flurry of fingers, more like the sound of ten thousand horses galloping.

The zither music that had suddenly sounded out was like a thunderous roar to the two people who had become infatuated with the zither music. The sound of the zither music split them apart in shock.

With a single thought, it was as if he had changed another world.

Miss Han slowly sat down in the midst of endless shame and embarrassment.

Wu Yuxue was obviously sweating. She thought to herself, "That was close."

The two of them finally found their calmness after being struck by the zither music. They could not help but be curious about the sudden music this time.

The zither music came from the neighboring room, and it belonged to the same person who had played the zither. Just from his fluent and familiar fingers, one could tell that it was the same person, an outstanding expert of the zither arts.

Wu Yuxue heaved a sigh of relief. She could not help but feel grateful to the old man who had broken off their relationship and saved them from a grave mistake.

Miss Han had obviously regained her composure. Was it a shame or a shame? Or was it a myriad of emotions? She sat quietly in a corner with her head bowed low. Her long hair was like a cloud, long and long, almost touching the ground. In Wu Yu Xue's eyes, she felt even more pity for her.

"Are you alright?" Wu Yuxue gathered her courage and finally said something.

"Yes, very good."

Her voice was very low, and then she suddenly raised her head. Her long, deep hair was flung back with a 'swish', and there was a blush on her face, which was concealed by her bashful smile.

"I actually forgot." She said hesitantly, "Just now, before I came, I heard it. What a beautiful voice … And I just thought you played it! "

Wu Yuxue shook her head and said, "How could I have such capability?"

"Who is it?"

She stood up and opened the door.

Wu Yuxue followed him and wanted to point it out to her, but the moment the door opened, the beautiful zither music suddenly stopped.

The light was off, but this time there was no sign of anyone in the paper window.

Lady Han smiled faintly and swept her long hair. "I'm leaving. Don't forget that it's the day of lessons."

Wu Yuxue nodded, indicating that she knew.

His figure lightly swayed, causing his clothes to flutter in the wind. Lady Han had already leapt up onto the high wall.

The moonlight revealed a faint haziness, and Miss Han was like a phoenix in a hazy haze. She floated lightly like a mist and suddenly left with colorful wings.

Perhaps it was because she was too tired, but when Wu Yuxue woke up, the sky was already bright.

The waiter came to wash his face and rinse his mouth. As he was about to leave, Wu Yuxue called out to him: "Is there a guest next door?"

"Hm!" Isn't it? " The waiter said with a smile, "Your husband is talking about the Eighth Old Master?"

"Who is the Eighth Lord?" Wu Yuxue asked.

"Ah," the waiter suddenly remembered as he shook his head and smiled, "I thought you two only knew each other?"

"What's going on?" Wu Yuxue asked.

"This Grand Master is a regular customer here." The waiter said, "Every year he comes and stays for a few days, and every time he must be living in this western courtyard. He likes peace and quiet, and has decided to stay in your room, but this time you are the one in first, so he is furious."

"So that's how it is." Wu Yuxue smiled and said, "He was the first to arrive when everything happened. Who asked me to come before him?"

"That's the line." The waiter said, "So the old man can only stay there."

Wu Yuxue said, "This Lord Eighth Lord is really good at playing the zither. How rare."

The waiter squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "That's true. Sir, you probably don't know yet, but this Old Master is a famous elegant man. "Your husband has yet to see that good calligraphy hand of his. That painting is even better than Zhao Zian!"

He even knew about Zhao Ziang, the ancient man from the previous dynasty. He was known throughout the world for his painting of the Eight Chives Painting, and under his fame, women and children were all known, even the waiter was no exception.

That was because of Wu Yuxue, and her heart was filled with longing.

"Why do you call him the eighth grandpa? What's his surname?" Wu Yuxue asked.

"This... I don't know. " The waiter shook his head and said, "I'm not the only one who doesn't know. Even our shopkeeper doesn't know. In any case, those who know him all call him that."

Wu Yuxue was becoming more and more curious about this.

"What does he do?" Wu Yuxue asked.

"Hey, he's in a big business." The waiter said, "He comes to our place once a year to do business. I heard he specializes in paper and ink."

Wu Yuxue nodded as she thought of someone and asked, "In other words, he should be very familiar with Baoyu now."

The waiter was stunned for a moment before he blinked and asked, "Third Master Bao?"

How could he not know that the Dwarf Vajra Jade was a big shot in this place? He could not help but feel curious about how Wu Yu Xue addressed the Third Master of the Bao Clan so directly.

Wu Yuxue then realized that she had asked an extra question. How would the Eighth Lord know if he knew the Third Master Bao?

The two chatted for a while longer before the waiter left.

Wu Yuxue tidied herself up and picked up a folding fan. After checking that she didn't have any Jianghu flavors, she then walked next door to pay a visit to this "Eighth Lord".

He was very disappointed.

It turned out that this old man had left early in the morning. There was a large brass lock on the door, but the two large windows were left wide open.

Through the window, one could see that the clean side of the house was shorter and had seven strings of scorched tails. It was the object of entertainment from the old man last night.

Wu Yuxue was an expert, so she was able to tell at a glance that the zither was of extraordinary value. It was indeed a "round bottom with a head down and tail down and a left on the right".

This kind of precious item, this old man actually put it away so casually, he was not afraid of being stolen at all. He was truly bold and bold.

Wu Yuxue was about to turn around and return to her room when she heard someone cough in the distance. When she turned around, she saw an old man in an embroidered robe walking into the yard towards her.

Because last night, through a paper window, Wu Yuxue had seen the silhouette of the other person. With just a glance, she could tell that this person was the guest of the house and was the person she wanted to visit. She couldn't help but size him up.

The early winter sunlight illuminated the courtyard in front of him, making it seem even more gorgeous and adorable this morning. The old man walking under the sunlight looked like a floating immortal, his long robes fluttering in the wind.

His long hands and feet were raised high in the air, gently resting on the ground. His appearance was extremely similar to the long-legged white crane in Tian Mo's room, which was really comical, but Wu Yu Xue did not dare to make fun of him. She walked forward a few steps, and greeted him with a cupped fist, which could be considered as the greeting of a junior.

The elder held a net bag in his hand. Inside the bag, there were two medicine packs. It seemed like he had just returned from a traditional Chinese medicine store.

Wu Yuxue's actions caused him to be stunned. With one hand holding the hem of his long robe, he constantly blinked his silver eyebrows. Under the sunlight, he sized up Wu Yuxue.

"I don't dare to say that. Brother, this is …"

The accent was mixed with a pure Jiangnan flavor, which sounded quite fresh in his ears.

"Evening's Wu Yuxue. Last night, I paid my respects to Xian Yin and admired her greatly. I've come to pay my respects to Gao Yan. I haven't been able to ask for your name. My name is …"

The long haired old man chuckled.

However, he was not in a hurry to announce his name. He reached out a hand with a long fingernail and slowly stroked the wisp of white beard.

"I don't dare to accept it, I don't dare to accept it, come come come. "Please come in and talk. Let's talk inside."

As he spoke, he walked forward to the front of the house. Wu Yuxue followed behind him. He reached into his cup and took a long time to find the key. He opened the door, smiled and nodded to Guan Xueyu, "Please —"

Wu Yu Xue cupped her hands and entered.

The old man closed the door and placed the medicine bag on the table. He pointed at a chair and said, "Sit …" He sat down.

Wu Yuxue had a closer look at this Old Master. He was probably quite old, or perhaps he had been well cared for. Although his face was slightly thin, it was still of good color.

He kept rubbing a pair of jasmine walnuts with one hand.

The pair of walnuts appeared to be much larger than the average person. They had been in his hands for many years. The shiny black light and the black jade ring on his finger matched each other's looks very interestingly.

The elder's sitting body did not seem to be at peace. From time to time, he would move back and forth, his snow-white brows constantly blinking.

Wu Yuxue was wondering when she suddenly felt the chest area of the old man's gown swell and sink down again. It seemed that there was something hidden inside, so she laughed: "Little bastard, it's time to beg for food again."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of wheat cake from a paper bag on the table and shook a fat sleeve. A small monkey's head popped out of the sleeve, followed by a small black monkey.

The monkey was less than a foot in size. It had a full body of black fur, shiny and oily, but around its neck, there was a thin layer of white fur. At first glance, it looked like it wore a silver collar, which was extremely amusing.

Wu Yuxue had long heard of this kind of "ink monkey", but it was the first time she saw it.

It is known that the Southern River area usually has more reading families to keep this item. He who is adept at training will be able to tame and polish the ink. Once his master has finished writing, he will be able to enjoy the rest of the ink.

As the Black Monkeys loved eating ink, they were able to lick every single bit of food left in the ink stone without leaving a single drop behind. This saved them a lot of trouble and suited their master's wishes.

Because of its clever and cute appearance, petite body, reading Hubby drama in the palm of his hand, let him play in the study without restraint. On the other hand, the old man in front of him kept the little monkey under his clothes and allowed it to crawl around on his body without hearing anything.

The little black monkey hurriedly finished the wheat cake it had given him, let out a croak, and then leaped up, landing on the old man's shoulder, and began to play.

The white-haired old man then ignored it and looked at Wu Yu Xue with his kind eyes. He nodded and said, "On that day, the shopkeeper said that a man who looked like a scholar took over my house. He said that your excellency likes peace and quiet and doesn't like to be disturbed. "Haha …"

As he said this, he laughed out loud.

Wu Yuxue could not help being polite as well. "No, no. If it's the room that the old mister wishes to stay for the night, I'll change it for yours. You're welcome."

"No, no." The white-haired old man waved his hand and said, "This place is good, this place is good. Besides, I won't be able to stay for more than a few days.

Wu Yuxue asked, "Where is the elder going?"

"Oh, I'm a businessman. This time, other than having some paper and ink groceries, if I have the time, I might be able to visit some friends …"

"Where does the old man live?" Wu Yuxue asked.

"Oh …" Far away, "said the old man with a smile," In the Kunlun Mountains... "But far …"

"But, based on your accent, you're from Jiangnan …" Wu Yuxue said.

"Not bad, not bad …" He raised his hand and stroked his beard as he said, "I am a poor man, I left home when I was very young. At my age, I still can't leave my family, and I have lived in Karakorum for fifty to sixty years …" Now he's a foreigner. "

At this point, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After laughing for a while, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Little friend, where did you come from?" The old man's eyes searched his body slowly. "Looks like you're not a local either. You're from the south, right?"

Wu Yuxue was surprised. She nodded with a smile.

The old man said, "Your hometown …"

"Ah, yes …" Wu Yuxue was speechless.

"Is that Yu Yao?" The old man said.

"Eh? How did you know?" Wu Yuxue said.

"Didn't I already say that?" The old man laughed until his eyes became two lines as he said, "My home is not far from your county. Have you heard of the Red Tree Ridge?"

"Yes." Wu Yuxue said with great affection, "So you're from the Red Tree Ridge. Isn't that also Yu Yao County?"

"Yes!" "Who says it isn't?"