The little cannon fodder kept releasing melons, and people lined up to eat melons

"Master Han..."

"Call me Hanxun."

"Okay! Now we know each other. From now on, I will call you Han Xun. You can also call me Song Qianning or Qianning."

"it is good……"

"It's a pity that I'm afraid the sound of the piano will attract others, otherwise I will definitely play the tune of this story for you - Three Variations on Plum Blossoms."

"It's okay, you can hum it like you did when we first met..."

"Okay! Ah~~~~~" Song Qianning opened her throat.

“Is this a song???”

"No! I was just clearing my throat. Come on~ There are only infatuated lovers in this world..."

The graceful and sad song floated into Han Xun's ears. Han Xun supported his chin and listened attentively...

When the song ended, Han Xun was immersed in the sad and beautiful singing and couldn't extricate himself.

Song Qianning asked him expectantly: "How?"

"It sounds great. This is the first time I've heard such a beautiful piece of music. It seems like the story from yesterday has a clearer picture in my mind..."

"Oh! Just because you are so supportive, I have to tell you everything today. Tell me, where did I leave off yesterday?"

Han Xun tilted his head and thought for a while, then he said: "Speaking of the princess discovering her biological daughter..."

This killing outside almost made Song Qianning drool, and when she saw Han Xun staring at her seriously, she quickly retracted her lustful eyes and used other topics to cover up the embarrassment.

"Yes, yes... the princess discovered the plum blossom mark on her son's sweetheart..."

Song Qianning was talking with saliva flying all over the place, and when it came to the exciting parts, she even danced and gestured in various ways.

Han Xun considerately handed her the teacup, and she naturally took it and drank it all, without any of her initial awkwardness and shyness.

It was the same operation again. Han Xun carried her back to the room, covered her with a quilt, and disappeared into the night.

The fourth night...

Song Qianning prepared two cups early. Mu Ju wondered why she had to prepare two cups. Song Qianning said seriously, "I drink with the moonlight. This is the romance between me and the moon. You don't understand."

Mu Ju looked at her young lady with a constipated look on her face, thinking that the young lady must have become mentally ill due to the house arrest.

Song Qianning didn't care what Mu Ju thought, and sent Mu Ju away early. She sat and waited for people to come to listen to the story.

Han Xun arrived half an hour later tonight than yesterday. When Song Qianning saw him jump down from the tree, she quickly waved for him to come over and sit down, and poured tea in front of him.

"Today I have prepared a very special story for you. It took me a long time to come up with this story. I'm sure you'll like it. I like the Nanaya in this story the most."

"Qian Ning said so. I think this story must be more interesting than the previous one."

Song Qianning was a little uncomfortable hearing Han Xun call her that for the first time! But she didn't hesitate to think that names are familiar after a while.

"It's not that it's more interesting than the previous ones, it's just that I really like this story."

"Do you have a name?"

"Yes! A Chinese Ghost Story..."

"The name is very unique, I would like to hear more about it..."

"The story begins with the battle between the good and evil factions for the Seventh Lifetime Enemy..."

Because this drama was the one she followed most seriously and her favorite one in that world, she loved all the supporting characters in it, and in the end she even felt sorry why the character Qiye did not get a good ending.

So she was very detailed this time, not missing out on any character...

Fifth Night...

The two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding, one waited on time, and the other arrived on time.

Han Xun brought a food box with snacks from Zuimenglou. Song Qianning happily ate while telling stories, and naturally took the water handed to her by Han Xun.

The two of them seemed like old friends, one talking with gestures and excitement, the other listening quietly and attentively.

The Sixth Night...

When Song Qianning saw him coming, she didn't need to say anything, she just waved her hand, and Han Xun sat down tacitly and put the He Ji dried fruits on the table. Song Qianning's eyes lit up, she had been craving for these dried fruits for a long time.

"Did your maid play this game with you???"

Han Xun looked at the chess game, where the white pieces were losing miserably, and thought that it must be her maid who was playing with the white pieces.

Song Qianning took a bite of the dried peach and said, "Yes!! I've been learning how to play chess recently. I play the white chess. I'm doing pretty well, right?"

"Yes, it's OK..."

Han Xun did not have the heart to criticize her. It was obvious from the game that the black player had deliberately given up a lot of chess pieces, and yet the white player still lost so miserably.

"Will you get off???"

"A little bit..."

"Then let's play the next game..."

"Uh!! Okay!"

Han Xun looked at her expectant eyes and couldn't bear to offend her, so he had to agree.

Han Xun had never played such a difficult game of chess before. His opponent was so bad that no matter how much he let her win, even allowing her to ruin the chess pieces many times, he could still beat her easily.

After losing several games in a row, Song Qianning no longer wanted to play. She was losing no matter how she played, which made her so angry.

Han Xun saw that she was unhappy, so he suggested: "How about...tell a story?"

Song Qianning was more than happy to do so. After all, Panpan was brutally killed, which was too depressing. So she just wanted to continue the story that she had not finished last night.

The Seventh Night...

After waiting all night, Han Xun didn't come...

The Eighth Night...

After waiting for two hours, Han Xun didn't show up, so Song Qianning had no choice but to go back to her room to rest...

Ninth Night...

I counted the pebbles on the ground. The night was dark and inky. No one was waiting for me to fall from the dark tree...

During these three days, Song Qianning felt a little melancholy during the day. The house arrest was already boring, and she finally had a friend to spend time with. This life that she had hope for every day was gone in just a few days.

Mu Ju couldn't understand why the young lady was as listless as a wilted cabbage these days.

The Tenth Night...

After waiting for an hour, Song Qianning lay on the stone table bored, thinking that today was the last day to wait for him. If he didn't come today, he probably wouldn't come in the future? ?

Shouldn't it be?? The story isn't over yet!

Song Qianning, who was confused, fell asleep while lying down. In a daze, she saw a familiar figure. She opened her eyes and saw it was Han Xun. She immediately sat up straight.

Song Qianning said with some resentment: "Why didn't you come for the past three days?"

Han Xun said with a guilty look on his face: "Something happened and I was delayed. Sorry..."

"I thought you wouldn't come today!"

"I rushed here as soon as I had finished my business. After all, I haven't finished the story yet!"

Song Qianning complained: "But it's been so long, I almost forgot where I was talking about?"

"It's okay! I just remember it. To express my apology, I will take you to a place."

Song Qianning was not sure if what he said was what she understood, so she asked: "You mean to take me out of the mansion???"

Han Xun smiled and nodded in the face of her expectant eyes, which made Song Qianning very excited.

“How do we get out???”

Han Xun didn't say anything, he just put his arm around her waist and quickly jumped onto the roof...

Song Qianning felt her body suddenly suspended in the air. She was so scared that she quickly hugged Han Xun's waist and almost screamed.

Han Xun lowered his head and said, "Hold on tight, don't fall down..."

Song Qianning's admiration for Han Xun reached its peak. What a great man! This Qinggong is like flying. She thought that the Cloud Chasing Qinggong of the Fourth Prince was the most powerful she had ever seen. But in Han Xun's case, it was nothing compared to him...

The two came to a lotus pond, where the endless lotus flowers were beautiful. There was a boat parked beside it. The style was very similar to the rowing boat she had taken when she was visiting West Lake a long time ago. Han Xun got on the boat, turned around and extended his hand to Song Qianning. Song Qianning held his hand and got on the boat.

The boatman paddled the boat, and the boat slowly moved to the center, passing through the lotus pond. There was a bright moon above his head, and endless lotus flowers beside him. The sound of the paddles paddling in the water came to his ears...

Song Qianning lay on the guardrail admiring the beautiful scenery. She was so intoxicated by the beauty of the scenery that she couldn't help but reach out and pick a lotus bud that was about to bloom. At this time, the sound of the guqin came from behind her. The tune seemed familiar. What was this? ? Three Variations on Plum Blossoms? ?

Song Qianning turned around in surprise, only to see Han Xun playing the piano with both hands, playing the tune she had hummed for him before.

This guy is really a person with a strong sense of music. He can reproduce it perfectly in one go. Such a perfect character, but she doesn't remember that such a person exists. Isn't it right? ?

At the end of the song, Song Qianning couldn't help but applaud. This level, she asked herself honestly, was simply beyond her reach.

"Does Qian Ning still like this place???"

"Yeah! Yeah! I like it, it's very beautiful. Thank you. If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't be able to see such a beautiful scenery."

"As long as you like it, come and try it..."

"This is??? Lotus wine???"

The taste was the same as the last time she drank the wine. Song Qianning was extremely happy. She had been thinking about this taste for several days.

"It's lotus wine, but I lowered the alcohol content to the lowest level, so you won't get drunk if you drink less."

“Did you brew this???”

"It was brewed by a friend..."

Song Qianning nodded. No wonder she had never drunk it, nor had she heard her third brother mention this kind of wine. She had previously wondered how such a good wine could not be famous in the capital. It turned out that this was a private custom-made one! ! No wonder...

With this beautiful moonlit scene, Song Qianning continued her unfinished story...

In the following ten days, the two of them met on time every night, still one talking and the other listening, sometimes in her courtyard, sometimes on the boat, Han Xun never asked her where these stories came from, nor did he question everything she knew.

This made Song Qianning relax and feel carefree for no reason, so much so that later on, she told him a very new story - Another Dream.

However, she changed the character's historical background, and Han Xun captured a message from the story she told.

"You like this Fei Yunfan very much?"

"Yes! No girl in this world can refuse a man like Fei Yunfan. He is gentle, considerate, tolerant, rich, loyal, and unconditionally doting. He can be said to be a girl's dream lover."

“So exaggerated???”

"You don't understand girls' minds!! What I longed for before was Provence and Fei Yunfan."

"What about now???"

"Now??? What I want most is eating, drinking and having fun..."

[There is an old saying! If a man is reliable, even a sow will climb a tree. It is a rough saying but true!]

Han Xun just smiled and said nothing...

With the company of her good friend Han Xun, Song Qianning quickly got through her one-month house arrest. However, on the last night of her house arrest, she did not wait for Han Xun, but received a letter on the swing.

Han Xun in the letter told her that he had something important to deal with and would not come again in the near future...