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Du Yuqing had studied ten thousand scrolls since she was young, so she naturally had some understanding of the zither.

She opened the window and closed her eyes to listen.

This seemed to be the melody of the Yushan Sect, faint and distant with a slight elegance to the Lingnan Sect.

Du Yuqing was very sensitive to music, because when her parents taught her, she was taught to listen to classical piano and symphony music. When she was young, her parents and teachers used her as a child prodigy, and so on and so forth. Music that could help develop the brain, the Mozart effect, nuns' brain, physical training, neural feedback, and other methods were all used on her …

In such a melody, Du Yuqing thought of her parents. Her childhood had been stuffed into endless lessons and books, and she was not happy at all.

While her children were out in the mud, she stood on a chair and touched the piano; her peers were folding paper airplanes and she was experimenting with sophisticated computer equipment; while the other girls were chattering about which boy had good grades, she was taking physical training in the playground with her boring formulas on her back.

She watched them play in the playground while others looked enviously at her trophies and prizes.

Du Yuqing sometimes felt that her parents treated her like a robot. She would throw a tantrum and make a ruckus, but... No matter how unfree she was, she wanted to go back now.

The sound of the zither had completely aroused her yearning towards home. Du Yuqing was lying on the window, blinking her eyes. Her eyes were filled with tears.

She wondered if her parents would cry every night if they couldn't find her. She wondered if her grandmother and grandpa, who loved her the most, would die from sadness if they knew she was "gone" …

Du Yuqing sniffed. She wanted to go back. She had to think of a way to go back, no matter the cost!

Under the moonlight, Wen Han's eyes were half closed. His hearing was excellent, not even a few hundred feet away could escape from his ears.

Amidst the zither music, there was the childish sobs of a little girl. He tried his best to hold it in, but it kept coming out from his throat.

His zither music was not sad, but it had the faint sadness to it that could draw back the past. He just did not know what worries the crazy and foolish Su Xiaoxiao would have in her heart.

I heard that she was scolded half to death by the staff and was still able to laugh happily in bed with Palace Maid and the rest …

"The spring breeze is green and the south bank of the river, when will the moon shine again …"

She seemed to hear the girl who knew nothing about the world spitting out these words. It seemed ordinary, but when she read them carefully, it was like they were from different worlds. It was so alluring and charming.

Especially the word 'green'. The more he thought about it, the more breathtaking it became. Even a trace of surprise flashed past the eyes of the man with a face as cold as ice and snow.

Du Yuqing wiped away her tears. She was so pitiful right now. She didn't dare to cry in front of others, didn't dare to say anything about her past and didn't dare to let others see through her thoughts of escaping …

However, she was only 14 years old. She did not understand many things and her high IQ was useless. There were no sophisticated electronic equipment for her to use and no rocket satellites … Only a bunch of weird people made her unable to display her strengths.

"Are you sad?" As soon as the zither music ended, a clear and cold voice floated into Du Yuqing's ears.

Wen Han's white clothes fluttered in the wind as he suddenly appeared. Du Yuqing was still feeling sad when a white figure suddenly appeared in her line of sight. With a "wow!", her butt was about to fall backwards.

"Ghosts!" Du Yuqing was a good child of the new century, an absolute Marxist and atheist. However, that white shadow and cold voice scared her.

Wen Han stretched out his hand and moved behind her, supporting her steadily to prevent her injured butt from kissing the jade board.

However, he only gently pulled her down and immediately released her. He stood beside the bed with a cold and expressionless face.

After Du Yuqing had steadied herself, she saw that the man in white was still yelling at the top of his lungs. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to increase the distance between them.

He really looked like a ghost!

A white robe, black hair hanging loose, swaying back and forth, feet touching the ground, if not a ghost then what?

Wen Han looked at her in amusement as she walked around the table three times before stopping. With his face, no one would call him a ghost, right?

Imperial City, Four Marquises, all of them were handsome and elegant, each of them were extremely rare, how could they be related to bullshit …

"Don't come over, I …" "I …" Anxious and scared, Du Yuqing stretched out her hand to grab the purple jade teapot on the table and threw it at that cold and white face that was as cold as snow.

Wen Han didn't dodge. He stretched out his hand and caught the teapot. He poured a little tea on the teapot, but it didn't touch Wen Han's clothes.

Du Yuqing was flabbergasted when she saw this move of his. It was much more powerful than the kung fu she had seen on television …

"Master!" Her little head was spinning so fast that Du Yuqing suddenly thought of a lot of things.

Firstly, if he was a ghost, he would still die no matter what. He might even be able to beg him to send him back home …

Secondly, if he wasn't a ghost, he would definitely be a rich and luxurious young master. Today, he heard Palace Maid and the others who sent him here discuss who the marquis was that she served tonight …

Du Xue had left. There were no powerful people here who could protect her. No matter what, shouldn't they find some "trusted aides" or "supporters"? Especially the rich and powerful!

Third, she had no relatives in this place, and seeing that there were experts everywhere, anyone could crush her. If she found someone to become her disciple, she would be invincible in this world, and no one would dare to bully her!

Even that old Emperor would have to circle around her when he saw her!

Fourth...

Fifth...

Du Yuqing's thoughts were advanced, and she immediately thought of a myriad of reasons. "Pu tong," she kneeled on the ground and sincerely acknowledged him as her master. She didn't care whether he was willing or not. "Master, please accept this disciple's respect …"

She wanted to bow down to him, but she couldn't. It was as if a acupoint had been pressed onto her, rendering her unable to move.

"Miss Xiaoxiao, you seemed to have said something just now. Can you say it again?" Wen Han blocked her kneeling with his inner force and asked lightly.

Su Xiaoxiao was indeed quite ill. She actually wanted to acknowledge him as her master … However, those two lines that he had casually recited just now were something he had never heard, nor seen before. It was absolutely stunning. How could it come out from the mouth of a crazy little girl?

Was Su Xiaoxiao really crazy, or was she just an idiot?