"Hey! Miss Chen, don't be so rash." The wet nurse grabbed Chen Xuanhua, who was about to shake off her hand and run towards Yang Jian in time, walked quickly towards Yang Jian, and put the robe in her hand on him, "Your Highness, the weather is a little cold, don't catch a cold."

"Brother Jian, I heard from Aunt Meng that you were punished by the sir?" Chen Xuanhua walked to Yang Jian, a head shorter than him, and his eyes were slid.

"Teacher Sun assigned me homework yesterday and I had to recite poems today, but after class, I went to the Imperial Garden with my brothers to play Cuju..." Yang Jian felt a little aggrieved.

"I didn't recite it today and was punished by the teacher, right?" Thinking of the situation where my father asked me to recite the book and I couldn't recite it and wanted to thug the palm of my hand, Chen Xuanhua's face wrinkled, as if the person being punished now was himself.

Yang Jian looked at the young Chen Xuanhua's bitter little face, and his childish words exuded the innocence of this age. Yang Jian put down his raised hands and touched Chen Xuanhua's head, like a little adult.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince! I asked you to stand up, why did you ever let you be lazy here?" As soon as the Grand Tutor Sun walked out of Shangshu's room, he saw Yang Jian being lazy and was a little angry, "Restrain yourself and return to courtesy! Your Highness the Crown Prince will become the king of a country in the future. How can such lazy and teasing behave?

The Weichen no longer cares about the fact that the prince went to have fun before he finished his studies. Now he is so frivolous when punishing him! How do you ask the emperor to explain to the emperor?" Although the Grand Tutor Sun was scolding Yang Jian, his eyes kept looking at Chen Xuanhua, obviously blaming the uninvited guest for affecting his teaching.

Seeing the expression of Grand Tutor Sun, Chen Xuanhua hid behind Yang Jian with some fear.

"Teacher Sun, I... You see, Xuan Hua finally came to the palace. I want to... play with her for a while... Will you be able to entrust your letter to you tomorrow? The package will be correct at that time!" Yang Jian looked at Chen Xuanhua behind him and begged Taifu Sun to let him go.

"No!" Grand Tutor Sun refused without thinking, "If the emperor knew about it, the Crown Prince would probably not be as simple as punishment here."

"Teacher Sun, look, the prince has been standing here for two hours and knows he is wrong. You can let them play. Today, I will help you supervise the prince's homework." The wet nurse who had not spoken suddenly interrupted.

"Mr., you have followed me like this more than once - how do you believe me?" Grand Tutor Sun took a stance of softness and hardness, and arrogantly hugged his chest.

"This..." The wet nurse was speechless by Grand Tutor Sun.

"Sneeze—"

The wet nurse was about to say something, but Yang Jian suddenly sneezes. The wet nurse hurriedly took out her handkerchief to help Yang Jian twist her nose, and then tidied up her clothes for Yang Jian, for fear of something going wrong. "Teacher Sun, look, the weather has become cold. If the prince catches a cold, the emperor will not be able to explain, right? I think you should let them go."

Grand Tutor Sun glanced at Yang Jian who begged and looked at Chen Xuanhua who was still a little timid. He pondered for a moment, and finally waved his hand helplessly and said, "Go and go!"

"Thank you, Grand Tutor Sun! Let's go Xuanhua!"

Seeing that Grand Tutor Sun was willing to release the people, Yang Jian immediately threw away the book in his hand, and couldn't wait to grab Chen Xuanhua's little hand and run towards the Imperial Garden.

"You!!" Grand Tutor Sun looked at the books scattered all over the floor, and was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him, "It's simply no rules!"

A child cannot be taught!!

Grand Tutor Sun cursed in his heart, and even his impression of Chen Xuanhua was painted with a big fork.

The wet nurse immediately signaled that Taifu Sun could calm down, squatted down and picked up the book, looked at the wet nurse who was cleaning up the mess on the ground quickly, and looked in the direction where Yang Jian ran, where there were no shadows of the two people? She sighed and shook her head. Taifu Sun suddenly lost his temper.

It's always darker when winter is about to begin.

Before the sun was about to set, General Jiang, who had finished his business, came to pick up Chen Xuanhua. After saying goodbye reluctantly, Yang Jian also wanted to go back to the palace with the wet nurse for dinner.

Yang Jian and Chen Xuanhua had a great time in the Imperial Garden, with a little blushing face.

Holding the wet nurse's hand, Yang Jian suddenly heard a pleasant flute sound. He subconsciously stopped and listened carefully. The flute sound seemed to come from a very far and far place. The ethereal and desolate tune seemed to have some indescribable sadness.

Who is playing the flute so beautifully?

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

The wet nurse obviously did not hear such a natural sound. Seeing Yang Jian suddenly stopped, a concerned greeting brought Yang Jian back to reality. He shook his head and said that it was nothing. When he wanted to listen again, he could no longer hear anything...

The geese were arranged in large herringbone shapes in the sky like a scattered ink, and were gradually moving away as the setting sun was about to sink to the bottom of the mountain. Yang Jian and the wet nurse also disappeared at the end of the sunset in the afterglow of the sunset.

It’s like everything is destined, as if the steel balls representing each person’s destiny are rolling in the sand table, controlled by an invisible big hand to the direction of the rolling, along the established route, until the steel balls collide with each other, creating brilliant sparks...

Early the next morning, Dugu Jialuo left the guest room and returned to the cabin she had first met with Yang Jian in a carriage.

For several days next, Yang Jian actively cooperated with Dugu Jialuo to heal his injuries. Yang Jian was not a weak person. In addition, he had been trained by military officers in the past. Although the riding and shooting skills were not first-class, he also had some martial arts foundation. Now Yang Jian can get out of bed and move, which surprised Dugu Jialuo because Yang Jian's recovery speed was faster than he thought.

Dugu Jialuo lives in the suburbs under Huxian Cliff, which is not too far from Chang'an City. Because it is remote and far away from the crowds, it is surrounded by mountains and rivers next to the wooden house, making it a paradise.

During the day, Yang Jian often couldn't see Dugu Jialuo. Since he came back from Chang'an that day, Dugu Jialuo had disappeared early in the morning, but he would definitely come back before the sun sets. I don't know what he was busy with.

Of course, although he was a little curious, Yang Jian never asked anything. He thought it was Dugu Jialuo's private affairs.

On that day, before nightfall, Yang Jian suddenly asked Dugu Jialuo, "Why do you never light the light?"

Dugu Jialuo pushed open the window of the wooden house and let the moonlight outside shine into the room. When he heard Yang Jianman's careless questioning, he turned his head to look at him and said, "I'm used to being alone, why should I light the lamp?" Dugu Jialuo looked back at the bright moon hidden in the clouds, "Look at this moonlight, isn't it very beautiful? If I light the oil lamp, how many beautiful things should I miss."

Yang Jian looked at Dugu Jialuo's slightly thin back under the moonlight, and what he wanted to say seemed to be choked in his throat.

"But if you need it, I'll buy some lamp oil tomorrow and come back." As he said that, Dugu Jialuo took out the jade flute from his arms and played a song in the beautiful night.

"You will no longer be alone from now on." Yang Jian said suddenly.

Hearing this, Dugu Jialuo took out the jade flute and stopped moving.

"At least now I'm here, you're no longer alone." The moon quietly hid in the clouds, the light weakened. In the dark night, Yang Jian's eyes were bright, and the sky was reflected in his pupils.

I wanted to misunderstand me, but Dugu Jialuo never saw any feelings that transcend the boundaries of friends from Yang Jian's eyes. He did not express his opinion on Yang Jian's words, and walked straight to the wooden cabinet next to the stove, opened the wooden cabinet, and there were a few handfuls of herbs inside. Dugu Jialuo reached out to take out a candle that was burned to half of the burning left, and took a match to light it.

The candlelight swayed, and Dugu Jialuo felt warm in his heart. Why did a candle feel warm? Those who can warm their hearts are probably the only ones who are just talking.

"I thought..." The wooden house became brighter suddenly. Yang Jian wanted to say something but saw the jade flute in Dugu Jialuo's hand and stopped talking automatically.

I saw Dugu Jialuo take out the jade flute and put it on his lips, and blew it gently.

The sound of the flute was rising and falling with the bright moon that appeared and disappeared. Yang Jian was immersed in the familiar sound of the flute. A gust of evening breeze blew, and the candlelight on the table trembled gently, and the sound of the flute suddenly became low and sad. When the moon poked out the light from the clouds, the sound of the flute became cheerful and jumped. The sound of the flute perfectly responded to the evening scene... At the end of the song, Yang Jian couldn't help but applaud and expressed his appreciation.

"It's been a long time since I heard such a flute sound like the sound of nature." Yang Jian recalled that he seemed to have heard such a beautiful flute song when he was very young, but he only heard the sound but could not see the person.

"Don't underestimate this small flute. Everything in the world has spirituality. Although the sound of the flute can only be heard and not seen, as long as the player is interested, the listener will naturally have the intention." This was told by Su Wei when he gave her the jade flute in Dugu Jialuo, but Dugu Jialuo's retelling it was a pun.

"Oh... I have been very knowledgeable about music since I was a child, but I can also hear that your musical skills are superb. If I had known you earlier, I would have asked you to be the first-class musician in the palace." Yang Jian obviously did not hear what Dugu Jialuo said, and said to himself.

Do you wish you had met too late? If a person can meet the most correct person or thing at the most correct time in his life, then there will be no so many misfortunes in the world.

Dugu Jialuo thought this way, and on the surface he did not agree with what Yang Jian said.

The candlelight shone on the wall was the two people's clear outlines, so clear that there was no intersection.

The next day, Dugu Jialuo bought some lamp oil from the morning market in Chang'an, and then bought the four treasures of the study according to Yang Jian's request. At night, Dugu Jialuo lit the lamp. Yang Jian recalled that he had learned the contents of the military books, while studying hard how to lead troops to fight.

He believed that his last failure was due to the failure of his combat strategy, which led to the defeat of the entire army. At this time, Dugu Jialuo sat aside and carefully polished the inkstone for Yang Jian, and carefully looked at Yang Jian's handsome side face under the candlelight.
Chapter completed!