Sun Zongguan knew that his master was injured while protecting the emperor and was allowed to stay in the palace for recuperation. He got up early in the morning and busied himself until noon, preparing many things that Xia Ying often used, ready to be sent into the palace.

  Just after lunch, as soon as I stepped out of the door, I saw Nanjiu riding a horse.

  His handsome face was filled with indifference, and when he saw Director Sun, he only slightly nodded: "Director Sun."

  Although it was just a greeting, Director Sun felt satisfied. What identity of Longzi and Longsun could see him? He smiled and ran over: "What wind brought you here? I don't know what brings you here today? If you're here to see the master, unfortunately, he's still in the palace and hasn't returned yet!"

  Nan Jiu only felt a little embarrassed, but he always kept his composure and it was impossible to see any other emotions on his face, only a faint nod: "It's just that I wanted to come and see how the Grand Tutor's body is doing, and only thought of it when I reached the door..." The man was unmarried and the woman was not married yet, so it was really not good to say they met directly.

  Sun Zongguan immediately smiled and bowed his head: "Ah! You've gone to a lot of trouble!" After finishing, seeing Nan Jiu was silently staring at the gate of her own home, without any intention of leaving, he tentatively asked, "Miss is currently in the backyard playing the zither with the eldest young master, I wonder if the Ninth Prince..."

  If it were a bachelor or a spinster, he would never have opened his mouth, but after all, there was the eldest son present, and besides, he couldn't just let the ninth prince who came to visit him leave like that?

  Nanjiu suddenly stopped and didn't respond, instead turning his head to look at the horse carriage: "What about you guys?" He had only come early because he needed to take Mengmeng somewhere in the suburbs and was worried that there wouldn't be enough time for a round trip. Now that there were two more people, he couldn't very well make the decision on his own.

  "It's time to go and take a look!" Nan Yihe lifted the curtain of the carriage, jumped down directly, and ignored the eunuch who was preparing to kneel down as a footstool. "I don't know how long it's been since I last heard Meng Ya play the piano!"

  Nanjiu is inexplicably sour, he hasn't even heard of it!

  "The Second Prince is so forgetful at such a young age, truly needs to be careful!" Murong Ling slowly walked out, stepped on the small eunuch's back and got off the carriage. Seeing Nan Yi Kou looking at him, he just smiled slightly, "There are many capable people in the palace, the Second Prince can find a good doctor to take a look."

  Nan Yi's face lit up with a bright smile: "The Prime Minister is indeed kind-hearted."

  Sun Zongguan saw the situation and didn't get close, only slightly bowing his head: "Greetings to the Second Prince, Left Chancellor." In his heart, he was still wondering, they seemed to be getting along very well? Was it that he opened his eyes in a wrong way?

  Nan Jiu didn't care about their "love-hate relationship" and directly rushed to Sun Zong's residence, nodding at him before entering the mansion.

  Sun Zongguan hastily made a signal with his eyes and the servant who was guarding the door quickly ran up to lead the way.

  Dividing line

  The sound of the zither is melodious, like a clear brook flowing gently, sometimes high and stirring, like a surging river that never stops, in an instant it subsides gradually, like the calm after a storm.

  For a moment, there was no sound in the backyard except for the piano melody.

  Chén yú cóng nèi wū lǐ qǔ lái báo pī fēng de shí hòu zhèng kàn jiàng yǎn zhàn zài yī páng, shuāng yǎn fàng kōng, dāi dāi de kàn zhe tiān kōng, bù jīn jué dé hǎo xiào, luò yǎn zhè yàng jìng bù xià xīn lái de 'xìng' zǐ yě jiù zhǐ yǒu tīng xiǎo jiě tán qín cái néng ān jìng xǔ xiē le.

  She looked up at Xia Tianmeng, who was sitting under the paulownia tree with his eyes closed and playing the zither. His white robe fluttered in the wind, and his delicate and gentle features were like a warm jade in the warm sunlight.

  Xia Qingyi, sitting beside her, was smiling as she flipped through the book in her hand. Her gentle features were similar to Xia Tianmeng's, and even though they were busy with their own things, it made people feel a rare sense of harmony.

  In her impression, the young lady and the eldest son had always been on indifferent terms, which was normal after all. The difference between legitimate and illegitimate children was still significant. Moreover, the eldest son was the only male heir in the mansion, the future successor of the master, and a young and promising man, so it was natural for him to be awkward with the young lady.

  She didn't expect that she and the young master would have such a harmonious day together. But thinking about it, after Miss gets married, she will probably still rely on the young master.

  "That note just now can be lowered by a tone." Xia Qingyi suddenly spoke up, without even lifting her head.

  Xiatian Meng paused for a moment, stroking the strings of his lute with an air of dissatisfaction, and looked at him: "Brother, even while reading a book, you can easily find my shortcomings, it's really annoying!"

  Xia Qingyi looked up at her and saw that she was pouting with a spoiled expression, he couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing: "Then I won't read books, I'll listen to Mengmeng play the zither instead."

  Xia Tian Mo heard this and smiled, slightly plucking the strings of her zither with a hint of melancholy: "Jiu Gongzi said he would come find me today to go sightseeing together, but who knows when he'll arrive!"

  Xia Qingyi was originally a meticulous person, and naturally, he immediately discovered the difference in Xia Tianmeng's expression when mentioning Nan Jiu. He couldn't help but furrow his brow: "Mengmeng, you and the Ninth Prince..."

  He really didn't want Momo to marry into the royal family, the relationship between the imperial family was too complicated, and Momo, who had been spoiled like this, would eventually suffer even if she was very tactful.

  If one can't spend a lifetime without taking concubines, then even if Mengmeng is the legitimate wife, she will only gain a reputation.

  In the summer, Meng was as if she hadn't noticed him frowning, and instead smiled brightly: "What could there be between me and the Ninth Prince? Brother, you're just thinking too much!"

  Xia Qingyi saw that although she said so, her face was full of shyness, and he understood in his heart. He didn't expose it, but just smiled at her with a hint of a smile.

  "Brother~" Xia Tian Meng saw that he still didn't understand something in his eyes, and couldn't help but reveal a little girl's posture, looking cute and lovely.

  Nanjueyi was immediately called out by that voice as soon as she entered, how could such a delicate and lovely voice be so cute?

  "Pfft!" Chen Yu turned his head and saw Nan Jiu's silly expression, unable to hold back a stifled laugh.

  Is the Ninth Prince really infatuated with Miss? Otherwise, how could he be so simple-minded?

  Nanjiu returned the gaze, looking up at Xia Tian's eyes that were watching him, and with a hint of shyness, nodded and smiled: "I'm here." He said he would come to pick her up, so he came.

  Xia Qingyi saw Nan Jiu and Xia Tianmeng exchanging affectionate glances, and couldn't help but feel a pang of sourness in his heart. His little sister, whom he had only recently grown close to, was already infatuated with another man - it seemed that the position of brother had been relegated to second place!

  Thinking so in her heart, she still nodded warmly on the surface: "The Ninth Prince has arrived, is he here to visit his father? What a pity, my father is still in the palace and hasn't returned yet."

  Nanjueyi was taken aback, then looked at Xia Tianmeng with a hint of shyness. Seeing her gentle gaze, he couldn't help but feel more courageous and said to her: "No, I'm here to find Momo. Momo, I want to take you somewhere."

  Even if Xia Tian Mo knew where it was, he still smiled and asked, "Where?"

  Nanjue looked at her seriously: "Only we know where."