Ning Gu

A lamp illuminates the wall, and the shadows are mottled.It was an extremely slow piece, but when the first or second note was played, Lu Qi raised his eyes.The sound of the piano is flowing slowly, like the crisp rain that moistens thousands of mountains and thousands of grasses in spring, like the wind blowing from the old cattail fan next to the bed curtain in summer, and the wine made by his father that he secretly tasted in autumn. When winter comes, the cup of tea that Xie Wuling personally cooks for him is refreshing and very nostalgic.This song was often accompanied by Lu Qi when he was young. After five years, it reappeared in his ears. Looking at the person opposite him, he still had the same strong character and elegant demeanor. The tears in Lu Qi's eyes flowed smoothly. Looking down the corner.

This scene was in his dreams day and night, and every time he came back from the dream, there was only a cold wind.

And the person who played this piece of music also entered his own realm with the long tone, and the dream in the Xuanguan of Qingxu became a memory hidden deep in his mind, and jumped out.

It was the early spring of that year, Xie Wulingfang and a friend of Master's came back from Yangzhou from a swim, the area around Zhaoxing near Fufeng was always much warmer than the place in Yangzhou, after a few days after his return, he took off his outer coat, and took off his coat every day He only wanders around the temple in a spring shirt.

He has always been different from other novice monks, he is not the kind who does morning classes, in detail, he should be just a guest in this temple.

This day Fang woke up from the guest house, opened the curtains to see that the spring is still beautiful, one or two peach petals were carried by the wind, Xie Wuling stretched himself in front of the window.The little novice who was sent to the courtyard to deliver a pot of tea saw him get up, so he went to the window and said to him, "Thank you, benefactor."

Xie Wuling heard this address, instead he put down the curtain and said, "Why are you called benefactor?"

"Thank you brother," the little novice stroked his smooth head and said to the room, "The peach blossoms are blooming this spring. If you want to be happy, come out earlier to have a look?" After finishing speaking, he put the tea in the guest room Xieting's tea table, and left.

What Xie Wuling learned from those arty gentry is to appreciate spring.In fact, he doesn't like peaches very much, he always feels that peaches are beautiful if they are bright, but they are a little less charming. Among all the flowers, he is only greedy for apricots.It's not like wintersweet and bright red, but it has all the charm.

He thought that the peach blossom tree could not be contested, so he took a gray shirt, casually tied his hair with a blue ribbon, left the small guest house, and went to the resting pavilion. Behind the resting pavilion, he planted a tree peach.When the east wind blows, a tree of peach blossoms blooms one after another.He saw that the paulownia xylophone was still on the Xieting case, so he stepped forward, stretched his wide sleeves and brushed the fallen flowers on the strings, and Fang sat down and plucked the strings with his fingers.He played a spring song that he heard from Yangzhou, where the lights were endless, and the geisha he listened to said that it was a song prepared for the spring banquet in the coming year.He can't keep up with the spring banquet now, and just a song can be regarded as peace from afar.

Xiaoting Liufeng, he sings leisurely, there are two or three peach blossom petals who love to listen to the piano lying on his shoulders, his black hair is slightly tied, but he is more romantic than many crowned dudes in the world.Only the mischievous Dongfeng, ignorant of people's intentions, lifted up the robe of the eavesdropper outside the door, and Xie Wuling saw the corner of the robe.He opened his eyebrows with a bright smile, which made Dongfeng and the sound of the piano much softer.

At the end of the song, he calmed down the sound of the piano, looked at the door, and remained silent. When he saw the person pushing the door and taking steps, he stood up and asked, "Come here, listen to the piano?" A cup of tea, looking back at the visitor, "Or, drink tea?"

He handed out the teacup and looked at it carefully. The black clothes and jade crown, the phoenix head and the dragon posture, the starry eyes and the sword eyebrows, were more energetic and attractive than the gentlemen he had seen in these years.

"Excuse me, I heard that there are many elegant and sages in Zhaoxing, so I come here." The man took the teacup, nodded and thanked Wuling, and bluntly stated his intention.

"Elegant ones, there are." Xie Wuling clapped his hands, and returned to the seat in front of his piano case, the peach blossom eyes and the peach blossom scene attracted people to linger in his eyes, he picked up a whole fallen flower and put it on his temples, Only then said leisurely, "Sage, I can show you a place." After saying that, Xie Wuling raised his finger to the inn not far from the door, "You, look there."

"I think from the mountain that the elegant are more virtuous, what do the mountain people think?"

Xie Wuling smiled lightly, and said, "Pingzhi thinks that the person who can catch your eye is the virtuous person you are looking for. Since you understand, why bother to ask?"

"From the mountains to Zhaoxing, there is only one person in my eyes. I wonder if I can be friends with the mountain people?"

"Be friends with me? Let me find someone who can catch your eye?"

"What do you think of the Shanren? I will come tomorrow, and the Shanren will introduce you?"

"My grandson, how can I believe that you will come tomorrow?"

Zhao Zuo took off the ring pei from his waist, and said nonsense: "Wang and Sun only have one ring pei, and use it as a substitute."

Xie Wuling spread his hands to Zhao Zuo, Zhao Zuo put the ring in his palm, he held the piece of jade in his palm, and was about to take it back, but Zhao Zuo grabbed his wrist, he raised his eyebrows and asked Zhao Zuo, and then he listened to Zhao Zuo : "Shanren, how can you believe in Congshan?"

Xie Wuling fumbled all over his body, but couldn't find any results, so he frowned. Seeing this, Zhao Zuo pointed to a tail string under the qin: "How about asking for a string from the mountain?"

Hearing the sound, Xie Wuling was stunned for a long time, hesitating for a long time, in the old days in Yangzhou or Northwest, what those individuals asked for, if he could give it, he would give it, the master said that the people were suffering, for some reason, this kind of compassion also subtly infiltrated into his heart .After a long time, he pursed his lips and raised his hand to put it on the piano. He folded two strings in the middle and handed them to the person in front of him: "Here. Folding the strings is a letter. This is a mountain temple, you can't deceive me."

Xie Wuling handed over the strings to him, as if he had given all his thoughts to him. Thinking about it, he never expected that Zhao Congshan's life really fell on him.

If it's just a song, the memory will be exhausted, Xie Ling never thought of the scene at that time, but now that he thinks about it, he can vividly remember it.He looked at Lu Qi who got up and searched in the bookshelf, and called, "Are you looking forward to it?"

Xie Ling's utterance startled Lu Qi, he hurriedly clutched the letter in his arms, and secretly hid it under his sleeve.He took another piece of black gold paper from the shelf, he was very familiar with this paper, he accidentally found it in Xie's mansion, he coughed lightly, and handed the paper to Xie Ling: "Look good Yes, I also saw Shanren's..."

Xie Ling saw that he hesitated to speak, so he took the letter and wrote: "Fortunately, Yushan."

But at a glance, he kneaded the paper into a ball, pretending to hit Lu Qi, but Lu Qi raised his hand to avoid it, and Xie Ling quietly hid the paper ball under his sleeve.Xie Ling got up and hugged the qin, then returned to the qin case, took the bright yellow silk scroll in his hand, and said, "Let's go."

"My father's things haven't been taken yet."

"If you can't take it away, let them come in later and take it out and burn it."

"them?"

Hearing the sound, Xie Ling stared at the place where the ring pei should have been on his waist, and said affirmatively, "They."

Lu Qi was stared at by him, and subconsciously touched his waist, and suddenly understood that they were the hidden guards he was talking about.

Xie Ling's knee was still in pain, so he couldn't walk fast, but Lu Qi caught up in just two or three steps.Lu Qi helped Xie Ling back the same way, but he was still nagging: "Shanren, what is it in your hand?"

"I don't know, just right, you keep it."

"I'll take a look for you." After saying that, Xie Ling pouted, and moved the candlestick in his hand towards him.

Looking at the bright yellow, Lu Qi knew it was a royal treasure. He opened the silk scroll and read it word by word, his eyes widened even more: "...so pardon him for his death crime."

"It's a pardon."

"It was given to my father by the first emperor. Father could have...? If he had presented this pardon back then, Uncle Congshan would have been able to keep him."

Xie Ling patted him on the back lightly, walked up, and said softly: "He doesn't want to." Then he was covered by his own long sigh.