Biganchun

In the inner room of Tianxiang Pavilion, Qi Qing stood by the window.Although he is still dressed in common clothes and single shoes, his demeanor and expression have shown a free and unrestrained style, no longer like that humble and forbearing old musician.

The Butterfly Love Flower he sang just now is well known to all women and children in the world. It is the work of the poet Liu Yong who became famous 20 years ago.

At this moment, Qingcheng is quietly looking at this strange figure in the literary world who has aged——

The talented poet who wrote lyrics according to the order, and the white-clothed gentleman at the end of the fireworks alley, has long since lost his charm and hidden his identity and fame.

Qingcheng smiled and said: "Wherever there is well water, you can sing Liu Ci. It's a pity that I am so stupid. These days, I drink the water from the same well with my husband, but I don't realize that the master of Ci is right in front of me. All the negligence in the past , and please forgive me, Mr. Liu."

Liu Yongdao: "Miss is too modest. With your intelligence, you should be able to recognize the old man. Maybe it's your planning in Tianxiang Pavilion, which has consumed a lot of your energy, and you have no time to take care of me and other humble people."

Qingcheng frowned, and said coldly: "Mr. Liu, why did you say that?"

Liu Yongdao: "You entertain guests with poems and wine in Tianxiang Pavilion every night, and you play piano music all night long. Others only think that the guests you have chosen enjoy the world's beauty and happiness, but they don't know that this is just Li Daitao's stiffness."

Qingcheng remained silent, and asked for a long time, "How did you know, Mister?"

Liu Yong sighed: "I used to listen to you playing the piano face to face. I will never forget the sound of your piano. And although the sound of the piano coming out of Tianxiang Pavilion every night is exquisite, it is definitely not from your hands. Based on the old man's guess, it is probably A Miss Man arranged for you to deceive the eyes. Presumably those guests must also be controlled by drugs, and they fell into a coma all night without knowing what to do."

Qingcheng's eyes flashed, and the chill was already present, and he said coldly: "Sir, you have very good ears."

But Liu Yong said softly: "With a girl's talent and heart, hiding in this Tianxiang Tower must have something hard to hide. Although the old man doesn't know it, he knows the pain. Girl, you cherish the beauty, the old man only respects it, and never wants to embarrass the girl. "

Qingcheng's voice slowed down: "Since that's the case, why did Mr. Liu tell Qingcheng about this?"

Liu Yong was silent for a moment, and said: "Because of tonight's change, this old man can no longer stand idly by. You may not be able to listen to Qi Qing's words; but Liu Sanbian's words may be able to touch your heart."

Qingcheng also seemed to be affected by his silence, and said for a long time: "Mr. Liu has something to say, please speak, Qingcheng is all ears."

Liu Yongdao: "I was born in a family of officials. When I was young, I studied hard in the cold window, just to be named on the gold list, and to glorify the lintel. In my free time, I recite poems and write lyrics, and I am quite famous as a gifted scholar. I thought that the sky would not be far away, but who would have known it? I didn’t succeed in the first attempt. I felt resentful and resentful, so I got drunk and filled a wall of a brothel in Tokyo with a soaring crane.

Qingcheng said: "Mr. has long regarded fame and fortune as clouds and smoke. The world knows it. Why bother to hurt the past?"

Liu Yong didn't answer, and continued: "Later, I regrouped and fought in the examination field again, but I still failed repeatedly. Until the first year of Tiansheng, I finally passed the rank. Who knows... When Linxuan announced the list, he was rejected by the official's imperial pen. Dethrone."

After 20 years of hard work, only a piece of paper was exchanged——

"Let's go and sing in a low voice, why do you want to make a name for yourself?"

This well-known story is so heavy and sad when it is told by the person in the story.Qingcheng wanted to say words of comfort, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Liu Yongdao: "Since then, I have been disheartened and lazy. I simply claimed to write lyrics according to the order. I went to brothels and restaurants to write songs for the public. The Muzhou regiment practiced promoting officials. I seem to have regained my youthful heart, and I was full of ambition for a while. It’s ridiculous that after being promoted several times, I actually thought of going to Yan Xiang’s mansion in order to be a Beijing official.”

The past is against one's will, never to be forgotten, only to be mourned.

Liu Yong sighed softly: "That day, Prime Minister Yan's mansion was full of guests. I saw that it was not the right time to go, so I intentionally resigned. But Prime Minister Yan tried to persuade me to stay. I had to accompany each other. I thought that Prime Minister Yan didn't care about me, but who knew he But he specifically asked me: "Did Xian Jun compose the music? I was flattered and replied, "Just like my husband, he also composes music." But Yan Xiang smiled and said: "Although Shu composes music, he never said, 'Coloured thread lazily twists and sits with Yi'." "

Liu Yong closed his eyes—the house of Prime Minister Yan Shu was full of Chinese houses back then, laughing and laughing everywhere, like maggots piercing into the bones, creaking and echoing in the ear drums, biting the body and mind.

At this moment, he still doesn't know that the historians of later generations have never missed this story in the vast historical records.The ending is bitter and sloppy, only three words——

Liu Sui retreated.

Juanfei knew that he had returned, and since then withdrew from the world that did not belong to him.Taste all kinds of flavors from all corners of the country, and Zhulan in tile alley is beautiful.

Liu Yong opened his eyes, his gaze was filled with desolation: "The old man came out to speak out, just to let you understand that no matter whether it is old man's talent, or the beauty of the city, and he belongs to the rich and powerful, even if he is proud for a while, he still cannot escape the dismal end in the end."

Qingcheng smiled lightly, and said: "Mr. has said so much, how can Qingcheng still not understand this truth?"

Liu Yongdao: "When you reach my age, you will understand that once a person comes to this world, the real most precious thing is not getting ahead, not getting rich clothes, but being able to meet someone who makes you willing to wear clothes for him Gradually wide, haggard, willing to sing and cry for him for no reason, life and death go hand in hand, and in the end, there is no regret, no resentment, no complaints. You are so young and have never experienced the true love in the world, why bother to bury your future so easily?"

Qingcheng said slowly: "Mr. has a cloudy past, and Qingcheng has a predestined cause. I am afraid that Qingcheng will live up to my painstaking efforts."

Liu Yong frowned tightly: "Could it be that you still want to go to the Xiangyang Palace?..."

There was no answer for a long time.Liu Yong sighed deeply: "Oh, don't forget the conclusion sentence of the ancient meaning of Chang'an - festivals and scenery don't treat each other, mulberry fields and blue seas will change in an instant. Even though King Xiangyang is as safe as Mount Tai at this moment, who knows what will happen tomorrow? "

His heart was agitated for a moment, he wanted to tell her the news that Kaifeng Mansion was investigating the case, but he finally held back.

The wind blows the bamboo curtains, and the steps of the sky are like water. Qingcheng has already turned to the window, and no longer speaks.

Liu Yong was silent for a while, seeing her insistence on not changing, he finally let out a long sigh, turned and left.

He was hunched over, with a cloth bag in his arms, and he staggered, like a piece of old wood that was about to die.

Tomorrow night, the bamboo flute in his cloth bag still blows through the moonlight and clear light, but the fragrance of treasures in Tianxiang Pavilion is exhausted, the socks are dusty, and there are no traces of dancers.

Qingcheng took a deep breath by the window.On a spring night, the breeze was chilly, and the feeling of sorrow was lingering, and it was hard to explain the confusion and melancholy in her heart.

I knew early on that in this life, I will never let anyone fade away.That being the case, why not be unwilling?

With a wry smile, she lightly supported the table in front of the window, and casually picked up an empty cup beside the teapot on the table.

The body of the cup is made of Khotan jade, the color is like suet, delicate and flawless.She held the jade cup in her hand and rubbed it for a long time, then she frowned suddenly, and the inner strength between her fingers spit out——

With a crisp cracking sound, the jade cup was shattered into pieces, just like Yaotai lost his hand.

"Not coming out yet!"

Amidst the sound of chirping, pieces of broken jade came out of the window like butterflies, and hit the eaves of the pavilion.

In the dark place under the eaves, there was a sound of wind from the sleeves of the clothes, and the jade flakes shot out quickly, but disappeared like a shooting star, and it did not hurt the peeping people at all.

The night wind blew, and between the opening and closing of the porch windows, there was already a tall and straight figure in the house.

Qingcheng's eyes swept over the person, without revealing any emotion, but she took a step back unconsciously.

"It's really you."

Liang Shangke, who came over the moon, knew that it would not be so easy to get rid of since they reunited just before the banquet.

Zhan Zhao could see her vague nervousness and precautions.He smiled slightly: "Miss is such a clever hidden weapon technique! However, putting everything to death may not be the solution."

Qingcheng ignored Hui Zhanzhao's implication, but said coldly: "Although Tianxiang Pavilion is not Xiangyang Prince's Mansion, if you want to come and go freely, you may have made the wrong idea."

Zhan Zhao still smiled and said, "This trip is all about returning to Zhao, I think the girl will not make things difficult for me."

Qingcheng put his hands in his sleeves and said with a sneer, "Return the jade to Zhao? In my opinion, I'm afraid there are other plans."

Zhan Zhao secretly sighed in his heart, and took a step forward: "Young lady seems to have misunderstood me deeply, if I offended you in any way before, please forgive me."

After saying that, he reached into his arms with his right hand, took out something and put it on the table in front of the window, then stepped aside.

Exquisite double silk, flexible and coiled, lying quietly on the table.It was the two celestial silks that Qingcheng had no choice but to abandon the night before.

Qingcheng couldn't help being surprised.This day the silk was supposed to be what Zhan Zhao used to blackmail her, but he never thought that he would give it back to her so easily.

My thoughts turned secretly, doubts arose spontaneously, before I could ask Zhan Zhao, I only heard the sound of footsteps outside - it was Aman who sent Liu Yong back, and when he heard something unusual in the inner room, he came in to check.

Seeing Zhan Zhao standing in front of the window, Aman let out an exclamation in surprise.As soon as her voice came out, Qingcheng had rushed in front of her, and the blow was like the wind, hitting her dumb acupoint.

Qingcheng said in a low voice: "Aman, I will deal with it myself. You go outside, and if anyone comes, sound a warning."

Although Aman was taken aback at the beginning, seeing Qingcheng's situation, although he didn't fully understand in his heart, he still opened his eyes wide and nodded to Qingcheng.

Zhan Zhao saw that Aman's eyes were bright and his features were clear. He was the little maid who delivered umbrellas to Qingcheng at the gate of Fengxian Temple yesterday morning, so he smiled at her: "Miss Aman, I'm sorry."

Qingcheng unlocked Aman's acupuncture points casually.Aman hurriedly blessed Zhan Zhao, straightened up, and turned his gaze between the two of them a couple of times, as if a smile flashed across his face, but he saw that Qingcheng's face seemed to be covered with a layer of severe frost, and then Hastily turned around and went out.

Qingcheng turned around and squinted at Zhan Zhao.I saw him standing by the window, without any water in his clothes, as quiet as a deep pool in autumn.

I don't know how long she and him will be bound together?

At this moment, he silently asked An Sheng.Hesitating in my heart, the heavenly fragrance in the pavilion is hidden for a while.

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