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The torrential downpour had finally lessened, but the rain was still heavy. Jun Xie walked at a leisurely pace, causing the servants who saw him through the doors and windows to be greatly surprised. They all asked each other: Only God knows what kind of madness this Young Master is up to this time? However, compared to his craziness of causing trouble, the madness in front of them was still acceptable, but it was still somewhat abnormal: Why is he running out in such a heavy rain?
When he walked to the garden, suddenly a whimpering sound of a flute came through the rain; the sound was full of sorrow that could not be dispersed. Just by listening to this sound, one could imagine the deep sorrow and resentment in the heart of the person playing the flute.
But at this moment, when Jun Xie heard it, it coincided with his mood, and he couldn't help but follow the sound.
In a pavilion in the middle of the garden, a woman dressed in snow-white clothes sat alone on a stone bench with her back facing Jun Xie. Her shoulders were slender, her hair was tied up high like dark clouds, and her slender waist was slender. Just by looking at her back, one could already feel that this woman was so cold and refined. But in this bleak autumn rain, accompanied by the sad and melodious sound of the flute, it made the woman look even more lonely.
Jun Xie stood quietly in the rain outside the pavilion, slightly closed his eyes, listening to the melodious sound of the flute. His mind was in a trance, as if he was listening to his favorite song from the Dream of the Red Chamber in his previous life, the song "Frowning Eyebrows", the same sorrow, the same sorrow …
Jun Xie felt even more intoxicated. In such a storm and such an autumn, for whom was she sad, for whom was she suffering? At this moment, Jun Xie suddenly felt that the mood of the woman in front of him was as lonely and desolate as he was! But compared to himself, there was more of a sense of helplessness.
The autumn rain was endless, in this mournful sound of the flute, even the sound of the wind seemed to become sobbing …
The sound of the flute gradually became low, like a thin thread swaying in the wind, and finally disappeared. The woman in white sat still, gently put down the jade flute in her hand, and faintly sighed. The sigh disappeared in the wind and rain, appearing so powerless.
Jun Xie could not help but sigh softly.
Although the voice was soft, the woman was shocked. She quickly turned around and looked at Jun Xie with her beautiful eyes. Surprise appeared on her face, which turned into a hint of disgust and contempt. "It's you."
"The sound of the flute is not bad, very beautiful." Jun Xie smiled faintly and leisurely walked into the pavilion. The rainwater on his body instantly soaked a large area on the ground. "Sister-in-law, why are you in such a good mood today?"
This woman had a cold expression on her face. Her facial features were picturesque, and she had a graceful bearing. But, she had a cold and quiet temperament. She was Jun Moxie's sister-in-law, and also his wife, Guan Qing Han. She was the daughter of the illustrious Guan Family, and was also famous for being a talented woman in Tian Xiang.
In fact, it was not appropriate to call her his wife. The two had been engaged since childhood. Three years ago, when Jun Moyou was twenty-two and Guan Qing Han was eighteen, the two families had been preparing for their marriage. But, the war with the Shen Ci Empire had coincidentally broken out. Jun Moyou and his younger brother Jun Mochou had been appointed as the vanguard. Therefore, the two families had agreed that when Jun Moyou returned from victory, the two would be married. And, this marriage would be finished.
Before the war, they had already gone through the procedures of the betrothal gifts. So, it could be said that Guan Qing Han was already a member of the Jun Family. Once Jun Moyou returned, the wedding date would be held. Even the wedding date had been set. But, they had never expected that Jun Moyou would never return, and that he would be buried in the battlefield. This had caused this pair of childhood sweethearts to be separated from each other in the world of heaven and earth.
The pitiful bones of the Wu Ding River were still in their dreams.
When the grievous news came, Guan Qing Han fainted on the spot. After that, she disregarded her family's advice and resolutely moved into the Jun Family. She took on the identity of the Jun Family's eldest grandchild and took care of the elderly. Grandpa Jun had repeatedly suggested that there was no need for this. In any case, they were not officially married. Moreover, with Guan Qing Han's appearance and family background, there was no need for her to worry about not having a good marriage. He even suggested that the Jun Family should write the divorce papers and annul the marriage papers. Then, Guan Qing Han would return her freedom.
Guan Qing Han was adamant in her refusal. The elders of the two families were afraid that she would take things too hard and get into trouble again. So, they could only acquiesce. They were waiting for her to change her mind. Then, they would send her back to the Guan Family.
Everyone in the Jun Family, from Grandpa Jun and Jun Wuyi to the servants, treated this Young Mistress with great respect. No one dared to neglect her. The only person in the Jun Family who could make Guan Qing Han unhappy was her brother-in-law, Jun Moxie!
That debauchee Jun Mo Xie had been quite restless ever since this beautiful and generous sister-in-law had moved in. His words and actions had been frivolous and frivolous. This had made Guan Qing Han extremely disgusted. She couldn't bear it any longer. So, she had ruthlessly taught him a lesson. This Miss Guan wasn't just a talented woman. She was also quite proficient in martial arts. Although she hadn't reached the Silver level, she was already at the peak of the Ninth level. So, dealing with Jun Mo Xie was a very easy task.
However, this debauchee did not change his lecherous nature. He also knew that his beautiful sister-in-law would not be too harsh on him. So, he secretly spied on her. When Guan Qing Han saw such a troublemaker, she had no other choice but to stay in her room for a long time. Today, when she saw the heavy rain, her heart was filled with sorrow. Suddenly, she could not help but feel sad. So, she came to the pavilion and used the flute to express her sorrow. Unexpectedly, this debauchee braved the rain to come here!
You are really lustful. Don't you know that my Ninth level Xuan Qi cultivation is far higher than yours? If I wanted to teach you a lesson, it would be as easy as lifting a finger. I did not teach you a lesson because I did not want to alarm the Jun Family. I also did not want to hurt the Elders. Do you really think I am afraid of you?!
"Oh, I had nothing to do, so I casually played the flute. Could it be that Third Young Master is also an expert in this field?" Hearing Jun Xie's words, Guan Qing Han's heart was filled with disgust. What does a debauchee like you know about the flute? You are just taking the opportunity to strike up a conversation with me. She looked at him coldly. She wanted to see what new tricks he had up his sleeves today. Naturally, her reply was also filled with hidden meaning.
With Jun Xie's intelligence, how could he not understand? However, he also admired the woman in front of him. He also understood that Jun Moxie was unbearable in the past. It was no wonder that others looked down on him! Towards Guan Qing Han's deep love and persistence, he also had some admiration in his heart.
"The flute's sound is the heart of the heart. The past is the past. Sister-in-law, it is better for you to relax. Everything will pass. "Jun Xie hesitated for a moment before advising.
Guan Qing Han snorted. Her pretty face was as cold as ice. She turned her body and ignored him.
Jun Xie felt very bored. With his personality, if you ignore me, I will ignore you! So what if I am a beautiful woman? Can a beautiful woman give me a cold face? He reluctantly said, "I have been presumptuous and disturbed Sister-in-law. I will take my leave." He smiled and turned to leave without hesitation. You are ignoring me. Good! I will go back to sleep.
Guan Qing Han was surprised.
She thought that this brat was going to pester her again and try to get close to her, but she never expected that he would actually say something sensible this time. He did not pester her and turned to leave, not even caring about the heavy rain outside.
Looking at Jun Xie's back in the rain, Guan Qing Han opened her mouth. She wanted to say something but stopped. However, her beautiful eyes flashed. She suddenly realized that today's brother-in-law was really different from the past.
In the past, this guy always had a naughty smile on his face. His eyes were not honest at all. He would look everywhere. When he saw her, he would often drool. However, when she recalled his expression and actions just now, there was not the slightest bit of frivolity. He was actually very solemn and very … calm.
Moreover, his gaze did not wander over to her. Also, looking at his back view as he walked away, his back was straight, and he seemed very calm as he walked in the rain …
Has he really changed? Guan Qing Han laughed coldly in her heart. It must be because his pestering didn't work, so he changed to a "gentleman" to approach her?! Hmph, Jun Moxie, how can I fall for your trick? Even if you change your face a thousand times, in my heart, you will always be that shameless wastrel. It will never change!
It's raining so heavily, and you came here just to say a few words to me? Only a ghost would believe you! The more you act like this, the more guilty you are! How can you be a gentleman? Would anyone believe you?!
Guan Qing Han's pretty face instantly turned as cold as ice!
But this guy did not show the slightest bit of surprise when he saw me today … Hmph!
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