my voice is poisonous

After Ren Canglan pestered Yan Qingjiang to listen to the story, he had lunch in Wen's residence.

Yan Qingjiang was absent-minded after a meal, and chatting with Ren Canglan calmly, he couldn't help but look out, there was another person guarding the sacred tree, looking indifferent.

Wen Yu's qin was only in its infancy, it was painted with a large amount of lacquer, and it was lying on the shelf under the tree in the courtyard to dry. Yan Qingjiang already liked it very much, and he had to go back and forth because the varnish on the qin was not dry. Walking around with her eyes fixed on it, Wen Yu dragged her away even to eat.

Ren Canglan deliberately told him some basic guqin skills with bad intentions, which made Yan Qingjiang more and more unable to sit still. Wen Yu was so angry and funny, she couldn't help but persuade him in a gentle voice: "Eat well, the piano has not been wound yet, so you can play it sooner or later." Playing is still far away.”

Yan Qingjiang did not refute, and nodded in agreement, but the soul still ran away. He took some vegetables without eating, and looked obedient and pitiful with his head down, like a dog whose bone has been robbed, looking at it. More and more like a teenager with an uncertain heart.

Wen Yu couldn't persuade him, and couldn't bear to see him like this, so he sighed helplessly: "Qin is in the courtyard, you can go."

When he said this, even Wen Qinru couldn't sit still. When they were in Xishan, no one in the ten miles and eight villages could play the piano, so naturally they didn't know how good the piano was. Only when they came to the capital did they know the sound of silk and bamboo. How wonderful it is.

Wen Qinru also consciously classified herself as "you", stood up and gave a blessing, ignoring Wen Yu's astonished expression, and left the table with Yan Qingjiang.

As soon as the two left, Ren Canglan couldn't hold back a "puchi" laugh, he slapped the table happily, seeing that the food was not used up, the number of people was reduced by half first, Wen Yu lost his appetite, and ran away with his son and daughter Like an old man living alone.

He shook his head helplessly, put down the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, Ren Canglan's expression was slightly restrained, he raised his wide sleeves as if unintentionally waved, turned his head to Wen Yu, and said casually with the usual three points: "At this time, there is no It's an outsider, and those people outside can't hear what you and I are talking about, so, should Mr. Wen give me a proper explanation?"

Wen Yu raised his eyes to meet his four eyes, Ren Canglan cast a spell to cover the room, just asking for an understanding.

Wen Yu was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay."

"I said before that both you and Yan Qingjiang are the people shown in the hexagram, but they are not." Wen Yu said seriously, "When I first met him, I thought he was the person in the hexagram, and treat him Parting, I met you again, and found that you were also in the hexagram, so I became suspicious. I didn't understand until I made another hexagram: You are the first, and he is behind. If you are used by your majesty, you don't need Yan Qingjiang to take action; you don't want to-

"

Wen Yu's expression darkened, and her voice lowered a bit, Ren Canglan couldn't help asking: "So what?"

Wen Yu frowned, shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I don't know what will happen next, and the way forward is unknown, and I can't find out. I only know that it will be a big murder."

*****

After sending Ren Canglan away in the afternoon, Wen Yu turned back to the courtyard, Wen Qinru had already returned to her room, and only Yan Qingjiang was left squatting in front of the two pianos in the courtyard.

"When the paint is dry, you can wind it up, right?" Yan Qingjiang turned his back to Wen Yu and asked.

Wen Yu couldn't help but laugh, and took the trouble to explain to him in a slow voice: "A good piano needs to be painted more than forty times, and it takes about a year to complete. Although I don't have the skills to make Jiaowei and Chunlei , Jiuxiaohuanpei and other famous pianos, but there are still necessary procedures, not to mention a year, half a year is always waiting. Haste makes waste, isn't this the truth you should understand best? Why are you so impatient? "

Hearing this, Yan Qingjiang stood up, turned to look at him, and sighed in great disappointment: "It will take... half a year?"

"If you can't wait, you can take Qin Ru to the piano store to buy Zhang Qin tomorrow." Wen Yu comforted again.

"Although half a year is a long time," Yan Qingjiang paused every word, as if he was slowly considering his words with downcast eyes, his eyes rolled slightly, the corners of his eyes and brows were stained with a smile, and when he raised his eyes again, his brows and eyebrows were all bent, He said bluntly, "But I still think the things you make for me with your own hands are the best."

There was no flattery or flattery in his tone, his eyes were clear and clean, just like the glance he cast from the tree when he and Wen Yu first met.

Wen Yu was startled, his heart suddenly felt hot, he shook his head and chuckled, and also joked with him in a rare way: "If you flatter me like this, you must have something you want again? Tell me, what are you looking for again?" ?”

Yan Qingjiang smiled when he heard the words, rolled his eyes, and took his words seriously. He pursed his lips and thought for a while, then slowly replied thoughtfully: "It seems that there is really something I want."

His expression was cautious and serious, Wen Yu couldn't help but wanted to laugh: "What is it?"

Yan Qingjiang was not in a hurry to speak, but frowned, as if remembering something, he tilted his head with his hands behind his back, glanced at the piano on the wooden stand, turned around with a face of perplexity, and asked carefully, "Am I bothering you too much?" Canglan said that the emperor wants you to go to Sitiantai in the summer, and you must not leave early. You have spent too much time doing these things for me. Everyone said that it is a good story to read at night. I think I delayed you, but I never I see you have studied in the mansion."

"This has nothing to do with you," Wen Yu took a step back and looked up to the sky. It was the end of spring in the capital, the cold spring had passed, and the migratory birds had just returned. There was an inexplicable nostalgia in his eyes, and he said in a warm voice, "At my age, I don't take the imperial examination, and I don't want to be a literati. It doesn't matter much whether I read or not. I know some sage's words, and I can straighten myself and distinguish right from wrong. Reading is not for being an official, it is also It is a kind of self-cultivation, as long as the mind is calm, doing some handwork is also effective, and it is not much different from me."

"As for Si Tiantai..." Wen Yu narrowed his eyes, looked down at him with a smile and said, "If necessary, I will go. When the sky changes suddenly, even if you take ten cows and eight sheep Pull me behind me, and I'll go too, so—”

"So, how about you making a lamp?" Yan Qingjiang understood what he wanted to say later, so he interrupted him with a smile, and said, "It's the one you mentioned a few days ago... Hmm... the lotus lamp of the Holy Mother of God."

Wen Yu asked him to snatch Bai. He was startled at first, but was stunned again when he heard the words. He lowered his head and saw that Yan Qingjiang's expression was still quite serious. return......"

"Then carve it into something that can put lamp oil in it." Yan Qingjiang smiled, and just as he was about to continue talking, a gust of wind suddenly blew by, and the pear trees that were blooming in the yard trembled on the branches Trembling, clean and elegant, graceful, it really is "Bai Jin Wuwen is fragrant, Yushu and Qiongba are piled up with snow", Yan Qingjiang turned his eyes to look over, and saw his pupils trembled in amazement, and turned his head to look at him with a smile Wen Yu said, "I don't want a lotus flower, but one that looks like a pear flower?" (Note 1)

He stood in front of the pear tree, his shoulders were covered with snow, with a little warmth between his brows and a little smile in his eyes, it seemed to turn into a spring breeze in an instant, filling Wen Yu's chest.

"Okay." Wen Yu replied with a smile, "Of course."

The lotus lamp in mythology is an ancient treasure made by Nvwa after healed the sky, using the essence of heaven and earth. Let's talk about the material, but if you want to imitate its appearance and carve out a pear flower lamp, you have to find a piece of jade.

The jade needs to be flawlessly white, crystal clear and pure, so that the candlelight inside can shine through a little, showing the usefulness of the lamp.

Wen Yu thought over and over again, fearing that only suet white jade could take up the important task.

Beautiful jade is easy to find, but the price...it's not so good...not to mention, it's still a piece of beauty that must be at least ten inches square

Jade.

Wen Yu immediately used her innate divine ability to calculate with her fingers, and when the night was over, she took Yan Qingjiang out to pick jade with a lantern.

The lamp hanging in front of the corridor has been lit by the maid, and the shadow of the lamp is cast on the corridor, reflecting discs one after another. Yan Qingjiang lowered his head and raised his feet to step over the dark discs. Wen Yu clasped his hands to make the wind tremble , with a shake of the hand, the lantern rang "crash".

"Where are we going?" Yan Qingjiang said, "It's late at night and the dew is heavy, so you don't have much clothes?"

Although he lost his mana, his body is still a half-immortal body, neither cold nor heat invades him, and he can't distinguish between hot and cold.

"Get the jade used to make the lamp," Wen Yu tugged on his cloak and replied, "It's all right, it's windy under the porch, just go out."

Wen Yu led him out of the gate of the mansion, and actually picked up the courtyard wall and walked around, cutting into the path all the way, turning left and right, walking more and more sideways, and walked for about half an hour before stopping.

The night had darkened, and a full moon hung above the sky. The moonlight was bright and full like a lamp, but at this moment it turned gloomy.

In front of them lay a deserted mansion, with a half-broken seal pasted on the mansion door, when the wind blew, it also fluttered up and down, making it look like a haunted mansion.

Yan Qingjiang was puzzled, raised his head and asked, "Wrong way? The jade shop doesn't seem to be here."

"That's right." Wen Yu pinched his fingers, raised his eyebrows confidently, switched the lamp to his left hand, and beckoned Yan Qingjiang to follow.

The seal on the door of the mansion had been exposed to wind and rain for many years, and even the approval letter on it was so blurred that it was hard to see clearly. Wen Yu stretched out his hand and pushed the door open, and walked in first with a lamp.

The house was deserted, weeds were overgrown, the pillars collapsed, and there was no way to get down. The night wind came, and the weeds not far away suddenly moved. Wen Yu took the lamp to shine, and there was a nest of mice everywhere run around.

"Where are the people here? Have they all moved away?" Yan Qingjiang asked behind him, "It's such a good yard, how did it look like this?"

"The original resident of this place was a southern businessman who sold antiques and jade. Later, he made a mistake and was punished severely. The men were sent to serve as soldiers, and the women were dragged to be official prostitutes." Wen Yu held him sideways. With one cuff on his sleeve, Yan Qingjiang held a lamp to shine on his feet, and carefully told him,

"The road is not easy to walk, you follow me, don't fall down."

"What mistake did you make?" Yan Qingjiang followed him step by step, raised his leg to step over the pillars and bricks, and couldn't help asking curiously, "What mistake can harm the family?"

Wen Yu's energy was all under his feet and he didn't return him. He led Yan Qingjiang through most of the courtyard, then loosened his cuffs, changed his right hand to carry the lamp, and while pinching his fingers with his left hand, he changed direction and moved forward. After taking another two steps, he squatted in front of a collapsed colonnade, picked up the weeds on the ground with his hands, and said with a smile, "I found it!"

He turned around to greet Yan Qingjiang, and then replied: "I don't know the details, but I am afraid that a businessman who can live in this remote corner of the capital is also powerless and powerless. Let others press it for him, and he is powerless to refute what he presses."

Yan Qingjiang squatted down like him, and saw that he casually found two stones with sharp tops in the grass, and wrapped them in two pieces of cloth, only the sharp corners were exposed.

He handed one of the pieces to Yan Qingjiang, drew a pot-sized circle on the ground with his fingers, and said: "Just dig down inside this circle, be careful, don't hurt your hands."

Before he finished speaking, he put the lamp on the overturned porch pillar, held the stone with both hands and started to dig. Yan Qingjiang didn't know what he was digging. jade?"

Wen Yu raised his head by the dim candlelight, smiled lightly and nodded.

"But...how did you know?" Yan Qingjiang asked with a look of doubt on his face, following the words he had read these days, he thought for a while, "Ah" and said in surprise, "Don't you Is it the businessman’s son?”

Wen Yu: "..."

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Note 1: The fragrance of white brocade is endless, and the snow of Yushu Qiongpa is piled up. ——Qiu Chuji's "Wu Su Nian·Lingxu Palace Lihua Ci":

Convulsion Theater:

Wen Yu's expression darkened, and her voice lowered a bit, Ren Canglan couldn't help asking: "So what?"

Wen Yu frowned, then suddenly smiled and said, "Guess!"

Ren Canglan: "..."

Wen Yu, died.The full text is over.