Fast time travel: Catch a eunuch, the author makes up the plot

Chapter 25 I refuse to be villain No. [-]⑤
The maids bathed and purified her body. After cleaning, they carried her to a bathtub filled with warm goat milk. White pear blossom petals were sprinkled on the bathtub. After hours, the palace people lifted her up, wrapped her in silk, and carried her to a magnificent room. The maids around her changed into a purple and transparent gauze, and her hair was tied with a blooming The rose branches are linked, the corners of the eyes are rubbed with delicate eye shadow, and the eyelids of Danfeng's eyes are gently lifted, which is breathtaking.

Fu Xuesheng stared carefully at the beauty in front of him, so close, his nose was close to Princess Qinghe's delicate and tall nose.

Princess Qinghe's red phoenix eyes are slightly open, the irises pattern painted on the end of the eyes seems endlessly shy, her skin is delicate and smooth, and Fu Xuesheng's neck feels itchy when she breathes shallowly, Fu Xuesheng looks at the beauty under the lamp, in a trance There is a bit of that person's shadow.The thoughts at this moment tugged at Nanning's heartstrings, but the little fairy was not dazzled by the beauty.

According to the requirements of the system, Nanning beat up this green tea cannon fodder.

Before Jiang Mu was about to die, he saw the little girl with crooked eyes running towards him, he stretched out his arms, hugged the little girl, and closed his eyes satisfied.

"Plop." It sounded like a heavy object sinking to the bottom of the water.

Jiang Xu tied the jade pendant around his neck, and the remaining warmth of the jade pendant spread to his heart against his skin.

Jiang Xu opened the curtain and watched the blood overflowing, with mixed emotions.

She reached out to brush away the long hair floating on the water in the bathtub, and fished out the dead Jiang Mu.She dragged his arm with some difficulty, but couldn't pull it out.

So, she found a stool, stepped on it, and with all her strength, she pulled Jiang Mu's body out.

Looking at the smile on the corner of Jiang Mu's mouth, Jiang Xu felt as if a heavy stone was weighing on her heart, and she couldn't breathe. The clansmen died one by one. This year, wherever she looked, there were bloodstains.

She took a deep breath, carried Jiang Mu's body on her back, and walked towards Ziyun Palace Hall.

When she walked with the corpse on her back, Jiang Xu looked away at the false princess who had returned from Cheng Huan. There were interlaced red marks on the neck of the false princess.

The false princess looked at the corpse on her back, "That unlucky ghost committed suicide."

Jiang Xu said nothing, and walked over with the corpse on his back.

"Stop, this corpse can't be carried through here." The pseudo-princess called a few maids and asked them to carry Jiang Mu's body out from the back of the bathing room.

Several court ladies looked at Jiang Xu, hurriedly pulled the corpse, and carried the corpse to the clean room.

"Tch, it's just a dead white captive, it's just dirty our sister's hands." A court lady said dissatisfied.

"That's right." A court lady agreed.

"We can leave him here." A court lady with a green hair rope said, pointing to the cesspool.

Several court ladies threw the corpses they carried into the cesspool.After the maids threw away the corpse, they felt disgusted by the blood dripping from the corpse, so they went back to their room to freshen up.

The blood from Jiang Mu's corpse was still dripping in Jiang Xu's hands, and she looked at the false princess angrily.

When they were looking at each other here, an eunuch came to announce that the emperor had got a guqin and wanted to invite Princess Qinghe to play it.

The false princess looked at her, walked over to hold Jiang Xu's hand, lowered her head and whispered in her ear, "If I die, I won't let you go."

After all, he dragged Jiang Xu forward, and Jiang Xu's wrist was painfully pulled by the sharp nails.

When following the eunuch to a towering palace.He saw that except for the emperor Fu Xuesheng and the guards around him, there was no one else in the palace.

Isn't the excuse of playing the guqin deliberately used to humiliate them?

Jiang Xu followed Princess Qinghe and bowed, and the emperor gave her a seat. Then an eunuch brought in a guqin.

Fu Xuesheng took a sip of wine, "This guqin was found in Chang'an recently."

Jiang Xu carefully looked at the qin in front of him, and it was indeed a "Yao Qin", and he was filled with emotion. According to legend, this Yao qin was carved by the Fuxi family.

The phoenix is ​​the king of all birds. It does not eat unless it is bamboo, it does not live in it unless it is a tung tree, and it does not drink from it unless it is a sweet spring.Fuxi knew that the phoenix tree is a good material among trees, which can capture the essence of nature, and it can be regarded as elegant music, which makes people cut it down.

The tree is three feet and three feet high. According to the number of 33 days, it is cut into three sections, divided into heaven, earth, and man.Take the upper section of percussion, its sound is too clear, and discard it because it is too light; take the next section of percussion, its sound is too murky, and discard it because it is too heavy; , both in severity and severity.

Send it to long running water, soak it for 72 days, according to the number of 72 waits.Pick up the shade, choose a good time and auspicious day, and use the master craftsman Liu Ziqi to make musical instruments.This is the joy of Yaochi, hence the name Yaoqin.

The body of the piano is smooth, and the sound of the piano is clear and clear, which is rare.In the eyes of Le Jia, this guqin is even more rare.

"I heard that Princess Qinghe's piano skills are superb. Now that I have this Yaoqin, paired with Princess Qinghe's piano skills, I am afraid that the lingering sound will linger for three days." Fu Xuesheng played with the wine glass and drank the fine wine tribute from the Western Regions. .

Princess Qinghe said shyly: "Yesterday, Nu Chenghuan hurt his arm, why don't you ask Nu's younger brother to play for His Majesty."

The charming voice spoke ambiguous words, and each sound was spinning, making Fu Xuesheng's heart itch.

Jiang Xu took the order, and touched the strings with her white and slender hands. She is not proficient in piano skills, but only occasionally heard Jiang Jing play in the palace.Jiang Jing looked at Jiang Xu and looked at her eagerly. At that time, she held Jiang Jing's hand and taught her to play "Reminiscing the Old Fu".

Following Jiang Jing's example, she tried the strings, and the strings made a clear and clear sound.

The melodious and melodious melody of the piano makes the listener feel desolate. The sound of the piano is like weeping and complaining, as if the player is recalling the good old days.

Then Jiang Xu raised his fingers, the strings trembled, and the rhyme of the piano seemed to be mixed with infinite resentment. The sound of the piano flowed slowly, like a silk curtain stretched out, making people feel a little dull.

Then the sound of the piano is intense, as if thousands of troops and horses are approaching the city, where there is no grass growing; after a burst of excitement, the sound of the piano returns to calm, which is the state of mind that has settled after a thousand sails have been exhausted.

Fu Xuesheng stared at the young man sitting on the ground in the hall. The soft sunshine of early spring spread on his back, as if shrouded in a layer of golden light. The thin joints on his wrists and his slender and powerful fingers stroked the strings, as if he was a fairy.

There is a hint of bookishness in Shangxian's eyebrows, but the noble look of the royal family is naturally revealed.The drunken dead dog Nanning drank intoxicating fine wine, looking at the young man's face, he felt more and more that he was an immortal who had been relegated to the mortal world by the Shangxian.

Well, what does it feel like to have a heroine in this family, probably the cabbage in the field has finally grown young leaves.

"What's the name of this song?" Nanning asked.

""Reminiscence of the Old Fu"."

"Why?"

"There is a poem once said: Nostalgic empty singing and hearing the flute Fu, when you go to the countryside, you look like a man in Lanke. Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sinking boat, and ten thousand trees spring in front of the sick tree."

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Nanning clapped his hands, "This song should only exist in the sky, how often will it be heard in the world."

"Come here, a big reward."

(End of this chapter)