Rebirth: sailing a thousand times

Suddenly, Mingyue coughed lightly from the slanting stab, and he couldn't stand it any longer.What happened to my young master today? He seems to have deep hostility towards this young man whom he met for the first time?With that expression and tone, there is a lot of momentum to choke this person to death here!

Mingyue's cough woke up Gu Shaobai.Venting anger is venting, but I also have some regrets. This made Mu Qingfeng unable to step down. Didn't it block the way for the two to meet? ?

He paused, retracted his fingers into the sleeves of his robe involuntarily, clenched them into fists, forced himself to smile, regardless of whether it was ugly or not, stood up and made a bow, softened his voice, and said, "Sir Bai is being rude, dare to ask the young master's name."

Mu Qingfeng saw his face change. Although he didn't understand why, he immediately bowed back and said, "Don't dare, next Zhou Feng..."

After a while, Wang Fengchun personally delivered the tea. Mu Qingfeng lifted the tea cover, and a fresh fragrance came out. Looking at the tea in the cup, the leaves are well-proportioned, the roots are stretched, the color is green, straight and straight, and the soup is bright. Clear, the bottom of the leaf is tender and evenly formed into flowers

Mu Qingfeng took a sip, the taste was mellow and fragrant, his tongue was full of fluid, and the aftertaste was sweet with a little bitterness. He wondered in his heart that he was on the throne, and there were countless famous teas of all colors, but he had never seen this kind of tea before.

He looked at Wang Fengchun, "Shopkeeper Wang, I have traveled all over the world and did some tea business, but this tea... I have never seen it before..."

Wang Fengchun refilled the cup for him, and said with a smile, "Master Zhou laughed, this is not a famous tea, it's just an ordinary 'Luoshan Yunwu' tea, the little old man brewed it only because Mr. Gu likes it... ..."

Mu Qingfeng secretly thought that such ordinary tea is not qualified to enter the treasury of internal affairs, no wonder he has never seen it.Having said that, this Gu Shaobai is really different, who in a wealthy family would drink this kind of cheap tea that can be seen everywhere on the street!

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Wang Fengchun withdrew, Ping An didn't know where to go to play, and there were only two people with their own concerns left in the room.

Gu Shaobai swept away the sharpness just now, and answered Mu Qingfeng's questions.Most of the time he listened quietly, with a smile on his face, and occasionally talked about the customs of Jingling and jokes after dinner at the right time.

The sun near noon was exceptionally bright, filling all the emptiness between heaven and earth. Mu Qingfeng turned his back to the window sill and looked at the boy opposite. When drinking tea, the long eyelashes are half closed, and there are unfathomable fragments of starlight in the eye slits.If you don't look at the red and green clothes, it really looks like that little portrait, saying that you are a gentleman, as gentle as jade.

For some reason, Mu Qingfeng deeply felt that Gu Shaobai was surrounded by a strong defensive atmosphere, not for others, but for himself.But, obviously, it was the first time they met.

Gu Shaobai has thousands of gullies in his chest but he doesn't dare to reveal it anymore, he can only sit pretendingly, slandering in his heart, but his tongue is shining like a lotus flower.

Finally, as the sun slanted to the west, Gu Shaobai got up to say goodbye.

Mu Qingfeng said suddenly, "Young Master Gu, stay."

Gu Shaobai stopped in his tracks, turned his head and said with a smile, "Brother Zhou, what else do you want?"

Mu Qingfeng called Wang Fengchun over, "Shopkeeper Wang, I want this 'Nine Nights Ring Pendant', please send someone to Mr. Gu's residence."

Gu Shaobai was neither surprised nor happy, and he just declined in a cold voice, "This thing is precious, and Shaobai will not be rewarded for his meritorious deeds, so I am ashamed to take it..."

Mu Qingfeng said, "Mountains and rivers are not important, the most important thing is meeting someone you know. Although this piano is valuable, it can't match my heart-to-heart friendship with Brother Gu Xian. It's just a mere piano, and Shaobai will never refuse."

This situation, the stream of light reappeared, Mu Qingfeng's warm words and laughter were like a sharp arrow, traveling back in time, piercing into the chest again, ruthlessly stirring the flesh and blood, and hurting the heart and liver.

As soon as Gu Shaobai let go of his fingers, he felt his knuckles sore and convulsed, probably because he had clenched his fists for a long time, so he calmed down silently, and he didn't want to accept this hypocrisy again.

A thin layer of sweat oozed from the tip of his nose, and his cheeks were covered with a layer of blush. He suddenly turned his head and said to Wang Fengchun, "Shopkeeper Wang, where did this piano come from?"

Wang Fengchun didn't know why he suddenly asked about the origin of this Qin, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he replied, "This Qin is put here for consignment by a guest who doesn't want to be named. Dare I ask Young Master Gu what's wrong?"

Gu Shaobai caressed the body of the piano with his slender fingertips, and said slowly, "It's not bad as I expected, this piano is a fake."

He ignored the surprised eyes of the two, and said to himself, "It is rumored that the 'Jiuxiao Huanpei' was once obtained by the previous Jin merchant. The echo, the sound of ox horns, the sad singing, and the "Nine Nights" played a sad melody, which moved the waiters on both sides to tears. One of the waiters couldn't help himself, and the wine utensils in his hand fell to the head of the piano, and he would "Ling Ling" for life. However, I hope that the word "Ling" in Taikoo can be knocked out, this is one of them; the whole body of "Jiuxiao Huanpei" is painted with purple lacquer. Unite and separate and gather together, and you will not be separated for a lifetime, the second..."

He raised his head and looked straight at Wang Fengchun, "Forgive me, shopkeeper Wang, there is no defect in the word 'Ling' on this piano, but there are cracks on the piano board, so it may not be genuine." He turned to glance at Mu Qingfeng, and said with a smile , "Fortunately, it's just a consignment sale. Shopkeeper Wang, it's better not to do this business. It's hard to guarantee that the consignor who hides his head and shows his tail has some bad intentions!"

Wang Fengchun's eyes glanced at Mu Qingfeng imperceptibly, Gu Shaobai saw it, but he didn't know it at all, he and Mu Qingfeng slightly clasped their hands, and walked out of the "Fang Yuanzhai" gate.

Standing at the door, Mu Qingfeng watched the thick and colorful figure gradually sinking into the sunlight, as if he suddenly woke up from a colorful dream, which was quite intriguing.

Returning to the tea room, drinking the cup of ice-cold tea, the bitter taste gradually permeated between the teeth, and suddenly felt that the third son of the Gu family was really hard to see through.If he is said to be scheming, cunning and changeable, his eyes are extremely clean and clear, without any blemishes; if he is said to be innocent and innocent, he is obviously full of secrets and difficult to detect.

Not long after, Zhou Ping walked in, and he asked softly, "My lord, is things going well?"

Mu Qingfeng nodded slightly, "Zhou Ping, is that piano genuine?"

Zhou Ping said in a deep voice, "It's absolutely true."

Mu Qingfeng didn't mention it when he returned home.

Gu Shaobai walked halfway, stopped suddenly, called Ping An, whispered to him for a while, patted his head, parted ways with Ping An, and entered a shop on the corner of the street that specialized in the Four Treasures of the Study.

He picked out a plain white folding fan at random, walked out, and walked to the "Wang Sheng Ji" candied haws shop.

When lighting up the lamp, Zhou Ping came back, put the "Nine Nights Ring Pendant" on the side table, and stood by the side with his hands down.

Mu Qingfeng was flipping through a roster under the lamp, frowning, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, he closed the roster and asked, "Did you get Qin back?"

Zhou Pingdao, "My lord, it's really strange. Not long after you left, Gu Shaobai's servant turned back and talked to Wang Fengchun, as if he wanted to embarrass us..."

Mu Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, "Oh, what did he say?"

Zhou Ping imitated Mingyue's tone of voice, and it really seemed like that, "My son asked me to come and apologize to shopkeeper Wang, saying that he was not good at learning, and he was negligent, and smashed the horn of the famous piano 'bell' on the piano. The allusion is given to An'Jiuxiao Huanpei'. Moreover, if the piano board with purple lacquer is changed in different regions, there may be cracks, which will automatically heal over time, so this piano is not a fake! Having said that, he has eyesight but no eyes, it seems that he has no chance to play this qin, so let's leave it to someone who is destined!"

The floating frost of the moonlight, the candlelight of the long lamp, rippling in the silky red gauze.

Mu Qingfeng stared at the candlelight, his eyes flickering. He was used to seeing intrigues and intrigues. He never expected that a 17-year-old boy would have such thoughts, and could use this method of retreating to advance to reject others thousands of miles away.With a wave of mind, a vague smile floated on his lips, Gu Shaobai, you really aroused this king's competitive spirit!

Mu Qingfeng opened the roster again, picked up a pen to draw a few times, and suddenly remembered something, and asked Zhou Ping, "Uncle Ping, do you have any clues about that matter?"

Zhou Pingdao, "I have searched all over the file, but I haven't found any useful clues. Concubine Li Gui, who passed away because of taking fake 'Crane Xincao', left nothing behind, and the palace servants who served her also died. Desan, the son of the imperial concubine was only four years old..."

"Well," Mu Qingfeng stopped writing, thought for a while and said, "I just feel that something is wrong. If you say that Prince Yu's move is specifically to frame my grandfather's family and bring down my father, It doesn't make sense, my royal father had a deep foundation in the court back then, and he was almost as powerful as Prince Yu, how could he lose the emperor's trust because of this mistake?"

He looked at the flickering candles and sighed, "Although my parents both passed away because of this, in my heart, this case is full of doubts..."

However, it is an indisputable fact that in the end, Prince Yu gained power alone, and the Xiao family fell into a slump.

He waved his hand to signal Zhou Ping to back down.

Bit by bit, the dim candlelight made the desolate silhouette even more lonely.

However, Gu Shaobai's side was laughing and laughing with Fang Qingchi.

On the table is a plate of hawthorn candies, each dark red and round.

The two chatted and laughed happily, Gu Shaobai couldn't stop talking, while talking about the scenery of Jingling, he stuffed hawthorn candy into his mouth, and after a while, his teeth became sour, and even drinking water felt cold.

He stood up, took a sip of hot tea, and then left Fang Qingchi's room and returned to his bedroom.

The bright red and green clothes were still hanging on the back of the chair. Gu Shaobai looked at it for a while, and then suddenly laughed silently. For the whole day, he suppressed himself not to think about Mu Qingfeng, not to think about those troublesome things, However, in the dead of night, and long-lost reminiscences, the lone boat of longing just squeezed in through the night.

The pain and hatred during the day suddenly faded away, like the wind blowing away the sand from the fingertips, leaving only the faint scars from being rubbed together.Tomorrow, maybe, the unhealed wound will still burst into bleeding flowers under the scorching sun, and what I will face will still be the pain that crushed me when I was 17 years old. However, in the dark night, the once youth sprouts, and the deep love is still embedded in the bone Tears, moistened by blood, will never dry up.

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