I was Idle and Cool Chapter 132: Qiang Flute

Gu Juefei.

Gu Juefei.

If Gu Juefei knew, how would he choose, and would he be able to see through this conspiracy against him?

Lu Jinxi was unexpected.

Why, but still not much is known.

Also, she vaguely felt that the man who dominated all this was not simple at all, and he was not so easy to deal with.

So after thinking about it for a while, she didn't make it harder for her to think about it.

Since it has fallen into this field, it is better to spend your mind on something within your power.

The door was still open, and no one came to close it. At a glance, I could see the outside environment, and I could also see a few vague figures under the eaves.

All dressed in sackcloth, like a reckless man in the mountains.

But just as she felt when she was kidnapped by them in Daozhong, where is it like an ordinary mountain bandit?

After thinking about it, Lu Jinxi was not too brave, and walked out swaggeringly.

She thought she would be discovered and stopped in the next moment, but she didn't expect that a strong young man standing by the door, when she came out, just turned his head and glanced at her, and his eyes flashed. Some strange light, still standing there motionless.

Neither speak to her nor drink her in.

This was a big surprise to her.

After thinking about it, Lu Jinxi approached with interest and asked, "Hey, are you not stopping me? Or do I go wherever I want?"

The young man blushed when he heard this and saw her come closer.

There seems to be an inexplicable tension and embarrassment.

He didn't dare to look at Lu Jinxi again, he turned his face straight ahead, and stood straight in the same place as before, looking the same as before Lu Jinxi didn't come out to talk to him.

But Lu Jinxi keenly noticed that his fingers holding the scabbard around his waist were much tighter than before.

Hey, is that shy?

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, and her eyes flashed, but she slowly came to understand, and suddenly felt interesting.

The mountain bandit, the mountain bandit, really has nothing to do with the mountain bandit.

Looking at the ferocious spirit, he was scared and nervous when he saw a beautiful woman talking to him.

Completely different from his bearded boss.

Seeing that the other party was ignoring him, Lu Jinxi didn't step up to make fun of himself, ahem, or rather, mercifully didn't go up to tease him, but walked swaggeringly down the corridor.

With no one stopping her along the way, she was finally able to see her environment clearly.

Only seeing the end of the road, when she wanted to walk out of the courtyard gate, the two guards next to her reached out their hands to stop her.

So Lu Jinxi understood: freedom of movement, but only limited to this dilapidated courtyard.

The two didn't say a word, and she didn't speak at all.

Don't let her go out, so he turned around calmly, and paced from the other direction to go back to his original room. It's just that when she passed by one of the rooms, she noticed that there seemed to be someone inside, so she wanted to lean over.

This time, someone else came to stop her.

So Lu Jinxi understood again: freedom of movement, but not other rooms in this house.

She doesn't mind either.

After all, if you think about it with your toes, you know that if she walks around and goes in and out at will, should that person "mountain bandit" save face? After all, she is a hostage.

So she spread her hands and paced back unhurriedly.

There are people who bring meals at noon and at night, but they are not the same man as before.

Lu Jinxi asked curiously, trying to get some useful information from these people, but when they saw her, they avoided her like a tiger and didn't dare to answer a word.

The top is that she needs anything, and they do it.

Could it be that their boss was told by her that night, which caused a psychological shadow, so he issued a strict order?

Lu Jinxi was really speechless.

She didn't do anything the whole day, and she knew that she couldn't get anything out of those people's mouths, so she just rested. I just didn't expect it, but it was a surprise.

During the evening meal, someone was talking not far away.

It was the voice she heard last night, with a weird emphasis on the Xiongnu side, but this time, he was no longer speaking in Xiongnu, but in Chinese!

"Excuse me, where is Mr. Lan?"

Just this sentence, and then there is no sound.

Lu Jinxi even suspected that it was her auditory hallucinations, not sure that what she heard was such a sentence...

"Lan, Lan, Lan?"

Lord Lan?

Master Lan?

Or Mr. Lan?

The term "adult" is never used for bandits.

With just these three words, she was a little convinced of her previous guess: the Huns, who destroyed the peace talks, had to be calculated by Gu Juefei, and they were not trivial people.

Sir Lan...

What she suddenly remembered was that on the day of the Peace Conference, when Princess Yongning told her about the Huns, the one who worshipped a Han Chinese as her husband and named herself "Lanqu" "Princess.

Lan, is it a coincidence?

The so-called "Lord Lan" should undoubtedly refer to the bandit leader who kidnapped her.

After eating, Lu Jinxi lay on the bed and couldn't sleep again.

When she closes her eyes, she will think of her current situation, the people who accompany her when she thinks of it, the Qingque who still doesn't know where she is, and Gu Juefei...

I don't know how long I have been lying down, but my consciousness has become a little blurry.

Lu Jinxi felt that she was almost falling asleep.

But I didn't expect that at this time, there was a crisp flute sound outside. It was long and long. In this cold and silent night, it was stained with different kinds of desolation.

It's the Qiang flute.

She recognized it immediately.

Opening both eyes, there is a piece of silver on the window paper with some holes.

It rained last night, but the moon came out tonight.

Lu Jinxi listened to the flute sound. Although it was a tune that he had never heard before, it was also thin and long, but its own tone was melancholy and pathetic.

After hesitating for a while, she finally got up, walked to the window, gently opened the cracked window, and looked out.

The mountains and the moon hang high, and the branches and birds are quiet.

There are several broken houses like a constellation of stars. On the roof of a house on the left not far away, there is a figure sitting on the roof. He is clinging to the slender flute, looking to the northwest, and playing it quietly.

Silver gleams all over the body, and there is no trace.

Under the moonlight, only the shimmering light scattered on the old Qiang flute between his fingers, and the outline that almost merged with the darkness around him could be seen.

Lu Jinxi couldn't see his demeanor, only the cold side of the line.

Northwest.

The Huns.

The Qiang flute.

Player.

I don't know if this person's attitude is too dark and cold at the moment, or the flute sound in this cold night and the cold moon is too desolate and desolate, and a low sigh sounded in her heart.

"Why should the Qiang flute complain about the willows? The spring breeze is not enough..."

Yumen Pass.