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, cough, or rather, mercifully didn't go up to tease him, but walked swaggeringly down the corridor.

No one stopped her along the way, and she was finally able to see the environment she was in.

Just seeing that the road was coming to an end, 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.

Not letting her go out, 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, if she walks around and goes in and out at will, will that person "mountain bandit" lose face? After all, she is a hostage.

So she spread out her hands and paced back unhurriedly.

At noon and at night, people brought meals, but they were not the same man as before.

It's not that 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 what she needs, they just do it.

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

Lu Jinxi was really speechless in her heart.

She didn't do anything all day, and she knew that nothing could come out of those people's mouths, so she just rested. just didn't expect it, but it was a surprise.

During dinner in the evening, there was someone talking not far away.

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

"Excuse me, where is Mr. Lan?"

After that, there was no sound.

Lu Jinxi even suspected that it was his hallucinations, not sure that what he heard was such a sentence...

"Lan, Lan, Lan?"

Mr. Lan?

Mr. Blue?

Or Mr. Lan?

The title "adult" is never used for bandits.

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

Lord Lan...

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

Ran, is it a coincidence?

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

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

When she closed her eyes, she would think of her current situation, the people who accompanied her when she remembered it, the Qingque who still didn't know where she was, and Gu Juefei...

I don't know how long have been lying down, and consciousness has become a little vague.

Lu Jinxi felt that she was almost falling asleep.

But didn't expect that at this time, there was a crisp flute sound outside, which 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.

When he opened his eyes, the window paper with some holes was covered with silver.

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

Lu Jinxi listened to the flute sound, although it was a melody he had never heard before, and it was fine and long, but its own tone was melancholy and pathetic.

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

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

There are several broken houses like a row of stars, and on the roof of a house on the left not far away, there is a hidden figure sitting on the slender flute, looking into the northwest, and playing it quietly.

The silver light sprinkled all over the body, and there was no trace again.

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

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

northwest.

Huns.

Qiang flute.

Play man.

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

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

Yumen Pass.

Chapter 133 Offer

The Qiang flute was originally a musical instrument of foreigners in the borderlands.

This person is from the Xiongnu, so it is not uncommon for him to meet.

It's just that Lu Jinxi really didn't know what this "Lord Lan" was thinking and watching on such a night, with such heartbroken playing.

After all, they are far apart and they are not familiar with each other, not to mention that they are essentially "kidnapping" and "hostage" relationship, so Lu Jinxi has no intention of going out at all.

She just stood silently in front of the window for a while, watching quietly.

The man played one tune and another.

Halfway through the third song, someone came in from outside the yard, walked over the stairs at the back of the room, got close to him, and said something.

So the flute stopped.

He pondered for a moment, then ordered a few words.

The person who came nodded, then ordered to retreat, leaving him alone on the ridge.

At this time, Lu Jinxi thought he would continue to play.

But he didn't expect that he turned his eyes, turned his head sideways, and looked at the house where she was

The eyes of the two people were so caught off guard that they collided across this cold and silent void.

He was sitting on the ridge of the roof, she was standing by the shabby window.

The ordinary moonlight shines on them differently.

The other party did not speak.

Lu Jinxi also suddenly held his breath.

Just because the gaze she met was neither fierce nor sharp, but an undisguised, magnanimous loneliness and sadness.

Another man with a story.

It's just a pity...

She met Gu Juefei first, and the one she met now would definitely not shave her full beard in front of her.

Amused by my own thoughts.

The corners of Lu Jinxi's lips curved, and the expression on his face was a little softer than usual, but his eyes were generally calm and indifferent.

He took a step back, disappeared into the shadows, raised his hand and closed the window.

It's just that the other party blew it by chance, he listened to it by chance, and saw it by chance, and it couldn't cause any change in the relationship between the two of them at the moment.

He knew it, and she knew it too.

That night, the sound of the Qiang flute did not sound again.

Lu Jinxi didn't feel anxious anymore, and slept very peacefully all night, as if letting go of all worries and doubts.

The next morning, woke up feeling much better.

It was still the man who brought the porridge, and he still didn't even knock on the door. But the difference is that this time Lu Jinxi just got up and is getting dressed.

She stiffened for a moment, then returned to normal.

After all, in her opinion, this is not a big scene, and it is not without clothes inside, so she calmly put on her clothes under the gaze of the other party before walking over.