How great it would be if I was really forced to come!

Xiao Wuyi thought silently.

But the fact is that she came to ask Cao'er, who is the life-saving straw for her piano shop.

So she had to stop when she saw the good.

Han Yi immediately called Cao'er again. Fortunately, Cao'er had never heard of Xiao Wuyi's infamy. Although she was a little nervous, she still agreed happily because she was not qualified to refuse.

Han Yi originally planned to let Xiao Wuyi come here to teach, so that the two could have more opportunities to meet, but Xiao Wuyi was holding her anger in her heart. Because too many people swear to her piano shop, she planned to learn from King Zhuang of Chu. If she didn't sing for three years, Yiming must be amazing, so she chose to ask Cao'er to go to her place for secret training, because if she was too mixed here, it was very likely that the news would leak.

Han Yi also understood in his heart that if there were too many opportunities to get along, people would inevitably see the flaws in front of everyone, so he nodded and agreed.

After the negotiation, Xiao Wuyi immediately prepared to say goodbye and secretly asked someone to take Cao'er over tomorrow because she was noble outside, and she had to show the noble temperament of Princess Yuncheng and ignore everything. The main reason was that Xiaopang accompanied Shen Xiao to go shopping, and she had no reason to stay here.

However, Han Yi missed Xiao Wuyi very much, and was very reluctant to let her go, so he volunteered to send her out. After all, he was Princess Yuncheng, so he, the owner, should have sent her off.

After leaving the backyard, Xiao Wuyi walked with her head held high and her chest raised, without any intention of paying attention to Han Yi.

Han Yi had no habit of explaining it, and it seemed as if nothing had happened. He suddenly said, "It's the New Year."

Xiao Wuyi was stunned and thought Han Yi would explain, but Han Yi said such an inexplicable sentence and looked at him with a little confusion.

Han Yi said with a hint of anticipation: "Are you free? It seems that we have never celebrated the New Year together."

This simple sentence immediately made Xiao Wuyi's jealousy disappear. There is only touching. For the Chinese New Year, it means home, but it soon became depressed and sighed: "Actually, I want to be with you to welcome the New Year, but I just came back this year. I think my aunts and sisters will not let me go, and our Xiao family has a lot of customers during the Chinese New Year." As she said that, she looked at Han Yi apologetically.

Han Yi also understood in his heart that it was Lanling Xiao after all, and nodded and smiled: "It doesn't matter. After all, we are still young and have opportunities."

Xiao Wuyi pursed her lips and smiled with the meaning of understanding, and suddenly said in a low voice: "What did you say to Gu Qingcheng just now?"

Han Yi looked at her with a smile in her eyes and said, "I thought you would be embarrassed to ask."

Xiao Wuyi curled her lips and said, "I - I said that just to make the whole thing more reasonable."

Han Yi smiled and said, "Then let me tell you a more reasonable fact. I am the owner of Fengfei Tower. I have the final say in everything here. It's not Gu Qingcheng, she is just my subordinate. I'm just telling her this fact."

Xiao Wuyi snorted softly: "Subor? Why don't I look like him?"

Han Yi said, "I understand. Are you jealous?"

Xiao Wuyi snorted, "I'm gone."

Han Yi said: "That's right. Women like you are so confident and have such good conditions. I really couldn't imagine anyone who can make you jealous. How is it possible if Gu Qingcheng is just a mere woman?"

“That’s.”

Xiao Wuyi said proudly, but as soon as she said that, she regretted it. How could she question Han Yi? She glanced at Han Yi slightly and said, "You are really cunning."

Han Yi smiled and said, "I just don't want to use this hard-earned time to spend with each other. "

Xiao Wuyi stumbled, his eyes full of joy, and said to him, let him go this time. Suddenly, he felt a little cool in his eyebrows. He looked up and saw snowflakes suddenly floating in the hazy sky, and said in surprise: "It's snowing."

Han Yi looked up and said, "Yes! It's snowing." As he said that, he suddenly smiled bitterly, "I remember when it snowed last time, I almost lost you."

Xiao Wuyi was stunned and looked at Han Yi. Han Yi was just here to see him, his eyes facing each other, everything was silent.

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In Chongrenfang, northeast of the West City, there is a very luxurious mansion, which can be said to be the most luxurious in Chongrenfang. This mansion is not someone else's, but the Yuan family.

Because this place is close to the Western Market, and there are many Western Regions merchants in the past, it is the economic center of Chang'an, so the heads of the Yuan family will come here, which is the same as the US president entering the White House.

With a creaking sound, the door of the mansion suddenly opened, and a woman with a bag on her back walked out of the inside. She supported the door with one hand and prevented it from closing. Another beautiful woman with a particularly tall figure walked out of the inside. It was Yuan Mudan, and it was her right-hand man, Dora, who helped her open the door.

"Ah! It's snowing."

As soon as Dora went out, she saw snowflakes falling from the sky and couldn't help but say, but her tone was filled with sadness.

Yuan Mudan looked at the hazy sky and murmured to herself: "I thought it wouldn't be snowing this year, but I didn't expect it." At this point, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

While talking, the master and servant suddenly walked to the left. The man in front saw Yuan Mudan and immediately walked forward quickly, bowed under the steps and said, "Yuan Zhe has seen his aunt."

Yuan Mudan smiled and said, "You are here."

Yuanzhe immediately said: "My aunt may have misunderstood. I just wanted to tell her that she doesn't need to move out of here."

Yuan Mudan shook her head and said, "You misunderstood too. I just said it casually and had no meaning. This is the rule, but you can't break the rules. In fact, this is not the best place to live, it's just more suitable for business. Now, as the head of our Yuan family, you must move in."

Yuanzhe was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Yuan Mudan smiled and said, "I will say goodbye first."

"Aunt, please stay."

Yuanzhe hurriedly said, "Actually, I really want my aunt to stay and help me."

Yuan Mudan said: "I have different ideas from you. If I stay, it will only cause trouble for you. Maybe it will destroy our family affection and damage the interests of our Yuan family."

Yuanzhe said: "I know, but I still want to ask my aunt to do me a favor."

Yuan Mudan glanced at him.

Yuanzhe took a deep breath and said, "I hope my aunt will go to Beixiang and continue to open the Nushi Pavilion, and then move it over after our market is completed."

Yuan Mudan frowned slightly. Yuan Zhe's meaning was very obvious, which was to let her win over more female customers. At that time, they could all bring their Yuan family market, but Yuan Mudan's original intention of establishing the Nushi Pavilion was not because of business, but because of friendship and hope.

Yuanzhe said again: "I know the significance of Nushi Pavilion to my aunt. I don't want to bother my aunt, but in terms of women's day, I can only rely on my aunt's reputation."

Yuan Mudan thought for a while, her beautiful eyes closed and nodded, "I understand."

Yuanzhe immediately bowed and said, "Thank you for your help."

Yuan Mudan said: "If it's okay, I'll say goodbye first."

"Aunt, please go slowly."

Dora nodded slightly to Yuanzhe, and then left with Yuan Mudan.

The master and servant walked more than ten steps away, Dora looked back reluctantly, looking a little sad and a little unwilling to say: "Sister Mudan, there are actually many people who support you, as long as you."

Yuan Mudan said lightly: "If that is the case, it will be unfair to me, to my Yuan family, and to Han Yi."

Dora said, "But Sister Peony, you have invested so much energy in it before. Many of them are about to succeed, and you are really willing to leave like this."

Yuan Mudan smiled and said, "Don't be stupid. These transactions do not belong to me alone, but to our entire family. Anyone in our Yuan family must respect the family's decisions."

In Daxingshan Temple in the south of the city, the sound of the piano was faintly heard from a small courtyard behind the temple, as if the snowflakes in the sky were dancing with the sound of the piano.

At this time, three people came to the yard, one man and two woman. They were Cui Jieren, Cui Hongling and Cui Yingying.

When they came to the door, Cui Jieren bowed and said, "Come and I'll pay my respects to my father."

Cui Hongling and Cui Yingying also bowed and greeted the people in the house.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped inside.

"I'm fine, don't worry. Come in."

A gentle voice came from the room.

Cui Jieren raised his head slightly, but did not move. After a moment, he said, "Dad, the child came here just to fulfill his filial piety, but the child still couldn't forgive him in his heart, and the child could not forget him. When the eldest sister needed his father the most, the father didn't know where he was. Even the eldest sister's funeral did not appear, and he did not even have an explanation until now."

Cui Hongling looked gloomy and reached out and took Cui Yingying over.

Cui Yingying pouted her mouth, her eyes slightly moist.

After a while, a sigh came from inside, "Ji Ren, you must take good care of Hong Ling and Yingying."

"I will."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Cui Jieren's eyes and said, "I will feel at ease when I know that my father is well. If my father has nothing else, my father will say goodbye first."

"Be careful on the road."

The three of them had just left, and saw a person jumping off the courtyard wall beside them. This person was about forty years old, with a disguised look and yawning, as if he had not woken up. This person was Yuan Liehu's father, Yuan Jiu. He looked outside the door, smiled bitterly and shook his head, walked forward, and came to the door, pushed the door open with his big hand, and saw that the furnishings in the room were very simple, and he could see it at a glance. A man in white sat on a low couch with his hands on the strings, dazed intently. It was obvious that Yuan Jiu's sudden intrusion did not scare him.

"I said Lao Cui, why don't you explain it clearly to Ji Ren?"

Yuanjiu said carelessly.

Cui Pingzhong was slightly stunned and said lightly: "This can't change the fact that Zhi'er left. Moreover, I believe that Ji Ren will do better than me."

"You! You are so stubborn." Yuan Jiu rolled his eyes.

Cui Pingzhong said: "Why are you here?"

Yuanjiu yawned and said, "I'm afraid that if you die here, no one knows it, so I come and take a look. I didn't expect that the boy Ji Ren is quite well-informed."

Cui Pingzhong withdrew his gaze and said, "No need, I will live longer if I meet you less."

Yuanjiu suddenly smiled at the corner of his mouth, raised his right hand, and saw two jars of wine in his hand, "Consider it?"

Cui Pingzhong said: "This is a temple."

Yuanjiu said: "This is a fine wine that my Yuan family has treasured for many years. I just came here from my uncle."

Cui Pingzhong frowned slightly, stood up and said, "Go outside and have a drink."

Yuanjiu said, "I knew you couldn't escape my palm."

Cui Pingzhong ignored him and walked straight out the door.

Yuanjiu quickly caught up and said, "Old Cui, I heard a poem recently. It was written so well. It's so suitable for you now."

Cui Pingzhong glanced slightly.

"I'll read it to you."

Yuanjiu cleared his throat and recited loudly: "Those who abandon me will not stay yesterday's day; those who disturb my heart will have more worries today. The long wind and thousands of miles of autumn geese can bring you up to a tall building. Penglai's articles and build an bones, and the small Xie in the middle is clear. They all have a happy and prosperous thoughts, and want to fly up the blue sky and embrace the bright moon. Draw a knife to cut off the water and flow more, and raise a cup to eliminate sorrow and sorrow. Life is not satisfactory, and the Ming Dynasty is spreading a small boat."

Cui Pingzhong suddenly stopped and said, "I have heard of this poem, it was written by the boy from Yangzhou."

Yuanjiu laughed and said, "It seems that we will not be as dull as before when we drink today."
Chapter completed!