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In the seventh year of Chengshan, Emperor Zhou Jing had a son and named him Xie.He is the second son born to a descendant. Since childhood, he has been intelligent and good at writing, and he is favored by Emperor Jing.However, it is a pity that he was weak since childhood.

—— "History of Zhou"

The second prince, Mo Xi, placed the lyre carefully, straightened the tassels, and put his plain hands in a respectful mood, as if looking at the treasures of the world.Then the corner of his mouth lightly raised, and he plucked the second silk thread.

Mo Xi put his body and mind among Guangyu, as if he should be a wandering prodigal son, a hermit in the fields.This kind of life has been nearly three years.

Crown Prince Yu of Zhou State stood on the bank of the Spring River with his hands behind his back, and asked softly, "Xi, how are you doing?"

"Returning to Your Highness, the second prince has been indulging in the place of fireworks recently, and is nostalgic for the beauty of the sound. What's even more absurd is that he put down his royal dignity and went to play the piano and write lyrics for low-class singers like singers. He is so dissolute and willful. "It was Su Chenqi, a staff member of the East Palace, who answered, and his dissatisfaction was evident, "The prince should go back and persuade the second prince, don't go too far, and lose the face of the royal family."

"Forget it, let him go. Everyone has his own destiny. Mr. Pei once said that Xi has the talent to govern the world. Alas, it's a pity that Xi doesn't think about making progress, otherwise he will be the minister of the humerus in the future."

Su Chenqi naturally understood that the Second Prince was deeply favored by Emperor Jing and was humble and reasonable when he was young. He originally thought that he would threaten the Prince's position, but now he has become a playboy, ignorant of world affairs and not sharing the royal family's worries.

"His Royal Highness is magnanimous, which is the great fortune of the country."

"Go down."

"Yes."

Is it lenient...?Mo Yu couldn't help but think of the past, when his father praised Mo Xi's poems and essays when he was only seven years old.Father loves rhetoric, but he doesn't have that talent, and his aptitude is mediocre, so he doesn't please him.But my younger brother, every time there is a new word, the people rush to pass it on and sing it, and they can't be envious.

A piece of "Recalling Qin'e" flowed from Mo Xi's fingertips, and everyone else was mesmerized by it. It is rare for this place of fireworks to be quiet.

Just listen to a song girl chant softly: "The feathers are falling lightly, the sky is sinking and the water is still and the lonely boat is crossing. The lonely boat is crossing, the distant mountains are flying, there is no place for Tingzhu. The Sheng rises and the clouds fall, holding the blue flute, who can blow the Guazhou dusk. In the evening of Guazhou, it's better to go and drink a pot together."

Amidst the applause, Mo Xi closed the song, and when he was about to play another song, a person barged in through the curtain, who was not kind.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect the sound of the piano to be so beautiful, and the people are not vulgar. The beauty is so tired playing the piano, do you want to have a drink together?" The visitor was holding a wine pot, dressed in brocade, and spoke lightly. Brother son.

Mo Xi got up and bowed expressionlessly, and said respectfully: "Thank you, but the piano room cannot be empty, young master, please come back."

"Tsk tsk, you have a lot of style. I am upset and smashed this brothel." As he spoke, he was about to lean forward and put his arms around Mo Xi's waist.

Mo Xi couldn't struggle, but instead he was given a big gulp of wine, coughing until his eyes were full of tears, his watery blue eyes were very pretty.

Mo Xi frowned, and immediately his face turned frosty.

"Let go."

"Don't let it go, beauty, I'm the son of Shangshu, if you follow me, you don't have to work hard here to play the piano."

"Oh? Seriously?" Mo Xi stopped struggling, as if he was really moved.

Seeing Mo Xi's surprised face, the man was overjoyed, and couldn't help but kissed his face, "Of course it's true, as long as you follow me, I'll give you everything."

Mo Xi gritted his teeth, frowned, and with a dagger in his hand, he stabbed at the man's shoulder involuntarily, and slapped him with his hand.Then he said slowly, "Really?"

"My lord, are you alright?" The guard who jumped down from the beam grabbed him, and Mo Xi played with the delicate dagger in his hand.

"It's okay." Mo Xi flicked the sleeves that had been pulled by him, "I advise you to keep quiet about today's matter, otherwise, I will think about it and cut off your tongue. Also, thank you for bringing everyone together. They all coaxed them out of the piano room..."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Me? I'm just a luthier. Well, tap his Ya point and throw it anywhere." Mo Xi took out the small jade cup in his sleeve, poured a glass of wine brought by the dude, and took it easy. She drank it slowly, "Wine, it tastes good."

Then cleared his throat and ran out,

"Come here, come here, who will save Mr. Song! There is an assassin!"

The author has something to say: This is a short story, I want to describe a story of the emperor's shou and the emperor's attack... Haha the prototype is the male god Li Yu, and the poems used in it are all written by myself (if not, I will indicate the quotation of).I don't want to write very long, but I will finish it as soon as possible.The title comes from Li Yu's words.