Duke Jing's younger sister

Chapter 155 Linlang's Poem

Emperor Hongyang narrowed his eyes and glanced at Han Yunning who was sitting next to him.

He also went through the youth stage, so how could he not understand?

Han Yunning should be thankful that he is old now.

If it were when he was young, if his concubines had thoughts about other men, he would have executed them with a stroke of a white silk cloth.

"Okay, please let Miss Linlang sing a song." Emperor Hongyang waved his hand.

Linlang concealed the reluctance in her eyes, bowed slightly and said, "I obey your command."

The eunuch brought a round stool, and Linlang sat down with the pipa in her arms, adjusting her sitting position.

The pipa's strings were plucked by green fingertips, and the sound was clear and bright, echoing in the night sky of the imperial garden.

The pipa piece Linlang played tonight is called "Flowing Water and Moving Clouds".

The piece begins with continuous plucking of the strings, imitating the sound of flowing brook water.

As the fingertips move in various ways on the strings, the melody becomes relaxed and joyful, like clouds floating freely in the blue sky.

The whole piece is varied and melodious, giving people a sense of nature and breadth.

But Jiang Li could faintly hear a sense of melancholy that didn't fit in with the tone.

Linlang plucked the strings of the zither, slightly tilted her eyes, and looked towards where Jiang Minzhi was sitting.

She really wanted to ask the heavens.

What did she do wrong?

Why did fate play such a trick on her?

No wonder...

No wonder she felt that the Duke Jingguo's sister looked familiar when she first saw her on the pleasure boat.

But I can't remember where I have seen it.

It turned out that I had actually seen her.

But it was when Jiang Li was young.

When the song ended, the whole room applauded.

Emperor Hongyang bestowed a reward, and Linlang knelt down to thank him for his grace and then left.

When he reached the lotus pond, he called over a palace maid who happened to be passing by to serve him tea.

She quickly stuffed a gold ingot into the maid's sleeve.

"Sister, please give this note to Miss Jiang."

Linlang handed the neatly folded note to the palace maid.

The palace maids only received two taels of silver a month. She only took a quick glance just now and was dazzled by the golden light in Linlang's hand.

Money makes the world go round, Linlang knew that the palace maid would definitely agree.

Sure enough, after hesitating for a moment, the palace maid nodded and agreed.

As the maid walked towards the banquet, she thought to herself that it was just passing a note, not poisoning.

If she doesn't do it for a gold ingot, the girl will ask someone else for it, and that person will definitely agree.

Thinking of this, I was no longer nervous and walked faster.

Duke Jingguo expressed his affection for Jiang Li in front of everyone.

No matter how ugly Yang's expression was, many more people came to toast Jiang Li.

Jiang Li responded with a wry smile. It was the first time that she was surrounded by people and forced to drink like a star.

Just as I sent away the mistress of an unknown family, I heard a timid voice calling from behind, "...Sister Jiang."

Jiang Li turned around when she heard the voice and saw Xue Ling standing behind her.

Seeing Jiang Li turning around, she lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong.

It looks like he has something to say to her.

Jiang Li stood up, walked out from the table, and took Xue Ling two steps away.

"What's wrong, Sister Xue Ling?" Jiang Li asked.

Xue Ling lowered her head, looking embarrassed, "Sister, I..."

She didn't know how to open her mouth.

In the entire Jiangdu city, only one person knew that she had once loved Luo Cheng.

But this person happened to become her in-laws.

Becoming her future sister-in-law.

She wanted Jiang Li to help keep the secret.

After all, what man would want his future wife's heart to belong to someone else?

Even if it was only once.

The night wind rustled the flowers and plants in the courtyard, and from time to time the sound of insects chirping could be heard from the cracks in the rockery.

Jiang Li understood what she meant when she saw her hesitant look on her face.

She already had a good impression of Xue Ling, not to mention that she had now become her future sister-in-law.

Holding Xue Ling's hand in her palm, Jiang Li smiled and said,

"Sister Xue Ling, there is no need to say anything and there is no need to worry. What you need to do now is to prepare for marriage with peace of mind. One day you will marry into our Jiang family, take charge of the household expenses, and support our Jiang family."

Hearing this, Xue Ling raised his eyes to look at her, "Don't you feel that it's unfair for your brother?"

Jiang Li smiled and said, "My brother has only met you once and has never had any romantic feelings towards you. Why don't you feel wronged for yourself?"

"How...can this be the same?" Xue Ling said embarrassedly.

Although Jiang Cheng didn't have her in his heart, he didn't have anyone else in his heart either.

But she had already fallen in love with him, so no matter how you look at it, Jiang Cheng was at a disadvantage.

Jiang Li patted Xue Ling on the shoulder and advised,

"In this world, there are very few couples who truly love each other, but if you can marry a good person and live a peaceful life with mutual respect, isn't that another kind of perfection?"

"I'm not speaking for my brother, but he is a kind and clear-minded man. He has been in Liangzhou for eight years and has become more resolute and calm. If you marry him, he will definitely treat you well. And you are kind-hearted and definitely not a jealous person. You two will be able to live a stable life in the future."

When a woman gets married, it affects her whole life; the man’s character is more important than his family background.

Xue Ling nodded and agreed, "I also think that Brother Jiang is... a very good person."

In fact, many people don’t know that when she saw Jiang Cheng that night, her clothes were already in disarray.

Instead of taking advantage of her, he helped her tidy up her clothes and took her out of the guest room.

This prevented everyone from seeing her miserable appearance.

This is also the reason why she was willing to marry him.

"So, forget about the past. I will forget it completely and never mention it again in my life."

"Yeah." Xue Ling finally smiled, "Thank you, sister."

Jiang Li smiled and said, "Just call me sister for a few days. After a while, it will be my turn to call you sister-in-law."

"...Sister, you are always making fun of people." Xue Ling's cheeks flushed.

"Girl, the lady wants you to come over."

Xue's mother sent someone to call Xue Ling. Xue Ling slightly bent his knees towards her, and when he returned to the table, his steps became much lighter.

"Miss Jiang?"

Jiang Li turned around upon hearing that, and behind her stood a little palace maid in palace clothes.

The palace maid bent over and put a small note into Jiang Li's hand.

"This is given to you by the girl who played the pipa just now."

The palace maid left in a hurry. Anyway, she had already handed the note to the person, so whether the person read it or not was none of her business.

Jiang Li frowned slightly. Linlang gave her a note?

In total, she had met Linlang only three times.

Jiang Li was puzzled and opened the note in her hand. With the help of the light from the lantern above her head, she could clearly see the words on the note.

——The first jujube trees are planted in the hall thinking of my relatives, and the first words are written in front of the window remembering my sister.

It is difficult to meet Yuanliang to drink wine with chrysanthemums, and I feel ashamed to lack Zhongxuan's talent when I go up to the tower.

The good times and festivals have become a waste, and the old places of joy are half covered with moss.

This is a poem written by an elder sister to her younger sister whom she had not seen for a long time, expressing the elder sister's longing for her younger sister.

What was Linlang's intention in writing such a poem to her?

Something elusive seemed to flash through her mind, and Jiang Li suddenly raised her eyes.