Biganchun

The wind and the moon are ruthless, and the light changes from dark to dark.Before I can bend my fingers, I have seen green waves worrying, and the fragrance of Han Ou is lingering.

Tonight, Tanabata.

Every family begs for Qiuyue and wears tens of thousands of red silk.

In the city of Tokyo, after dusk, the common people set up incense tables to pray for the moon.The shy and timid prayers of the girls, accompanied by light candles and cigarettes, can be heard in the streets——

"...begging for wonderful hands, begging for Huizhong...begging for understanding, begging for beauty...begging for my parents to be thousands of years old, begging for lovesickness in Yuemingzhong..."

By the side of Junyi Bridge, in Kaifeng Mansion, the courtroom is quiet, the paperwork is finished, it is time to rest.Since it is a festive season and a sunny night, the messengers often have gatherings, and most of them are not in the mansion.

All the wing rooms in the backyard are quiet and quiet, only the west window at the end of the outer yard is faintly shining with light.

After reading a volume, Zhan Zhao gently put down the important papers in his hand, stretched his slightly sore neck, feeling tired.He leaned back in the chair, and suddenly saw a piccolo lying on the bookshelf, his heart moved, he stood up, walked to the bookshelf, reached out and took the flute off the shelf.

The body of the flute is made of oiled bamboo, with double pipes and six holes. It is square and without joints, but only about five inches long. It is completely different from the Central Plains flute.Ten years ago, when Yan Xilai parted from his master and apprentice, he gave him this flute and Zhanlu sword as a memory.Zhan Zhao lightly stroked the body of the flute, brushed off a layer of dust, recalled the reunion with Yan Xilai not long ago, lifted it unconsciously, and brought it to his lips.

The voiceless sound is like a feather, escapes from the flute, and slowly flies to the outside of the house, evoking a sigh from the person under the window.Zhan Zhao suddenly stopped the sound of the flute, put the piccolo in his arms, walked to the door of the room, opened it and walked out.

At the turn of summer and autumn, the cicadas are getting old, perched high to drink the dew, and occasionally sing a long song, as graceful as a song of departure.

The night in a courtyard is as quiet as water.Under the steps, there are slender shadow pavilions.

A light flashed in Zhan Zhao's eyes, and he smiled and said, "Why are you here?"

Qingcheng met his gaze, and also smiled faintly: "Unexpectedly, this Lushuang song, played on the Qiang flute, has a special taste."

Zhan Zhao lowered his eyebrows and looked at the piccolo in his hand, and sighed softly: "When I was young, I often listened to the master playing this song, and I learned it after playing it again and again... But at that time, I didn't know the name of Lu Shuang's song, nor did I know that there was a lot behind this song. story……"

Qingcheng was also silent for a while.At the same time, they thought of Yan Xilai's old story that night.

The front edge of the generation is gone before it can be born, so why not feel sad when thinking about it?

Zhan Zhao let Qingcheng into the room, stood in front of the table, picked up the teapot, and filled the cup.

Qingcheng said: "Don't bother, I just came to deliver something to you, and I will leave after talking."

Zhan Zhao raised his head and saw that she was holding a light blue soft silk package in her hand, and said with a smile, "The servants in Kaifeng Mansion don't accept ceremony, I don't want to break the rules."

Qingcheng lowered her eyes, and gently put the package on the table: "If that's the case, you can open it tomorrow to have a look. By that time, Qixi Festival will have passed, wouldn't it be considered a gift?"

Zhan Zhao couldn't help but chuckled: "Okay, then allow me to thank you in advance."

The autumn light of the silver candle poured on the two of them without a trace.

Qingcheng raised her head, as if she wanted to say something, but finally sighed softly: "I'm leaving."

Zhan Zhao followed her out of the room: "Go back to Suzaku Lane? I'll see you off."

Qingcheng shook her head: "I still have to go to the palace."

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "It just so happens that Eunuch Yan sent someone this afternoon to ask me to talk to the imperial pharmacy at night. I can go on the same journey with you."

He took two steps, and suddenly frowned slightly: "It's so late, the Holy One is calling you, what's the matter?"

Qingcheng's eyes turned back: "That day, I went to the palace to ask the official to issue an order for the matter of Bai Yutang and Sister Rusi. Although the official was embarrassed, they finally agreed to me. At that time, the official made an agreement with me that he Give me a marriage decree, and I will do something for him. Tonight is the deadline for that thing."

Zhan Zhao was startled, and couldn't help but stop: "You...what are you going to do for him?"

Qingcheng cast a sideways glance at Zhan Zhao, and seeing that he cared so much, she couldn't help the corners of her lips twitching slightly: "The Buddha said, don't say it."

Zhan Zhao was stunned, and before he could ask further, seeing Qing Cheng walking out of the Hanging Flower Gate without stopping, he could only catch up with her and walk side by side with her.

Walk out of the courtyard and walk along the street.On both sides of the Bian River, you can see the little fireflies dancing all over the sky, reflecting the stars of Qingming.

The Altair is far away, the Han girl of the Jiaojiao River.Tonight, when is Xixi, will you walk with you?

A dilapidated lotus lantern was abandoned by someone by the side of the road.Qingcheng stepped forward, bent over to pick it up, and combed out the heavy petals made of jade wax paper.She glanced at Zhan Zhao, walked down the stone steps beside the road, down the Bian River, leaned down, and gently put the lotus lantern into the water.

A firework bloomed just at this time, and the water waves in the dark night were full of brilliance, directly reflecting the figure in red clothes behind him.

Yingying is in the water, full of thoughts, speechless.

Clear waves, lotus fragrance far away.Flowers are like snow, stars are like dreams.

Qingcheng stood up, staring at the lotus lantern drifting away, her eyes filled with tears.

The crescent moon in the sky, the Tianjiayuan.

Wearing a poplin casual robe, Zhao Zhen walked slowly into the Hall of Ruisi.There was no sound in the hall, behind the qin platform next to the crimson sandalwood pillar, there was a slender figure sitting upright without any accident.She twirled a flexible and fine silk string on her right finger, leaned over and concentrated, and was knotting the other end of the string to the string post of the guqin in front of her.

Seeing Zhao Zhen enter the palace, she stopped what she was busy with, stood up, knelt down beside the qin platform, and said quietly: "Nian Suguang greets His Majesty."

Zhao Zhen walked up to her and said with a smile, "Let's be flat. Tonight is supposed to be a festive season, but you're tired of working hard."

Qingcheng stood up, sat back on the qin platform, and continued to tie the strings on the pillars, saying: "This is what Su Guang and His Majesty agreed to do, why bother? Besides, the texture of this qin is simple and simple, and the sound quality must be good. Because the old string was broken, it was abandoned here, covered with dust day and night, it is really a pity."

Zhao Zhen remained silent, with deep thoughts in his eyes, and walked to the side of the qin platform silently. Seeing that the incense on the crane stove was almost burned out, he took out another piece of agarwood from the coiled dragon silk embroidered purse hanging under his belt and put it in the stove .

Nine levels of vanity, clouds and wind, in fact, what he wants in his heart is nothing more than a moment of peace.

Looking back, I saw light smoke lingering and falling down beside Qingcheng.She lowered her eyebrows, and devoted herself wholeheartedly to Si Tong in front of her.

Penglai Courtyard Closed Rooftop Girl.Who is lucky enough to have her sincere promise to be her companion in this life?

Zhao Zhen closed his eyes, his mind was in a trance, and he didn't know whether it was regret or regret.

Hearing the rustling of Qingcheng's sleeves, he said comfortingly, "It's okay. The seven strings are completed, and the mission is fulfilled."

Zhao Zhen opened his eyes, and sure enough, he saw that the piano on the piano platform had all seven strings.He stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Suguang, would you like to play a song for me?"

Qingcheng smiled faintly: "Your Majesty, why should you make things difficult for Suguang?"

Zhao Zhen wondered, "How do you say that?"

Qingcheng said: "The silk strings I used this time are made of seven-point tussah silk and three-point sky silk. Compared with ordinary silk strings, when I play them, they are far clearer and farther. Go, it's easy to hurt your fingers. After seven days, wait until the strings are a little loose before you can pluck it."

Zhao Zhen had never heard of such a thing, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Qingcheng said lightly: "Don't you believe it, Your Majesty?"

She stretched out her left hand, flicked her index finger on the string, and raised her hand, a drop of moist blood appeared on the pale fingertip.

Zhao Zhen let out a soft cry, and hastily stepped forward to hold her hand: "How's the injury?"

Qingcheng withdrew her arm, took a step back, and said calmly: "It was Su Guang who was reckless and alarmed His Majesty, please forgive me."

Seeing her respectful and distant attitude, Zhao Zhen felt lost in his heart.He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the body of the qin, and said in a low voice, "This qin has been placed here for many years."

Qingcheng heard the melancholy in his words, and said: "If Your Majesty is willing to tell the old story of Yaoqin, Suguang will listen attentively."

Zhao Zhen glanced at her, turned around, and said slowly: "In the second year of Tiansheng, I entrusted the order of the Empress Dowager, and made Guo Chong's granddaughter Guo Shi, the granddaughter of Guo Chong, the military governor of the Lu army. Inside, there are many rare offerings, among which is this Yao Qin handed down from the former Tang Palace. I wanted to give her a gift, so I asked her which one she liked, and she pointed to this Qin. I was a little strange and asked her why , but she didn't answer."

"In the next few years, there was harmony between me and her, but she was quite incompatible with the concubines around me. I only knew that she was inevitably spoiled since she was a child, and her temperament was stubborn and arrogant, so I didn't go into it. After the death of Empress Dowager Zhang Xian, when I learned about Empress Dowager Zhang Yi, I couldn't resolve it for a while. Thinking that Empress Guo was pointed out by Empress Dowager Zhang Xian, I couldn't help getting angry for a while, and gradually neglected her. One night, I was in Shangmeiren's bedroom. But the queen came here without invitation. I was unhappy, so I lightly reprimanded her a few words. Shangmei was on the side, and there were inevitably some verbal conflicts. Guo Hou became angry for a while, and raised his hand to hit Shangmei in the face. In a hurry, she stood in front of Shang Meiren, and she missed Shang Meiren with her palm, but hit me on the neck."

Zhao Zhen spoke slowly and in a low voice, as if he was not the person in the story: "Since I was a child, I have never been hurt by anyone. I was furious for a while, and I called Xiang Lu to discuss the abolition of the empress overnight. , and finally in the second year of Ming Dao, she was demoted to Concubine Jing, given the title of Immortal Master Yujing Chongmiao, named Qingwu, and moved to Changle Palace."

"On the day I moved to the palace, she didn't take any jewels and playthings. She only took this piano with me. Although I was furious, I have always missed her. One night, I sent someone to pass a song She gave Yuefu to her, and she replied with Yuefu, with very regretful words. My heart was hurt, and I couldn't help visiting Changle Palace privately to meet her. Seeing her haggard and distressed, I decided to move her back to the palace. Who knew her But he raised his head and said: "If you see the caller again, you must be registered by a hundred officials." At that time, I had already registered the Empress Cao, how could I re-establish her as the Queen? Seeing that I could not agree, she smiled wryly and pulled it out. The jade hairpin on the lower head actually broke the seven strings of the piano!"

"I asked her why she was like this, and she cried to me: "On the night of the big wedding, the concubine asked the government to give me this Qin, not for anything else, but because the Qin is called Yuhu Bing... A piece of ice is in the jade. Pot, since the two branches are connected, why do you have to be half-hearted and not stay together forever?'”

"The court training of the harem all the dynasties, all concubines should put aside their jealousy and serve the one king together. I have never heard any woman say such words to me after Guo Hou, and my heart is agitated for a while. I don't know what it feels like." ...Perhaps, the ones who really care about me are not those women who are obedient and obedient to me, but the one who wants to be with me for the rest of my life...I regret it deeply, but soon after the night dawns, I have to leave. "

"After a few days, the palace servant reported back that she was sick, but it was just a minor illness. Our country is busy, so I sent Yan Wenying to take a doctor's consultation. Who knows... Who knows... a few days later, the servant reported back, she ...She actually went away like this."

Zhao Zhen lowered his eyes and said slowly: "There are rumors that this matter was caused by Yan Wenying's poisoning, but there is no evidence. Since I was born, Yan Wenying has served by my side. He has sincerely protected me, and no one in the world can compare Queen Guo has always known what I want, and he also knows that it is impossible for two queens to stand side by side. I understand in my heart that it must be because he is worried about changes in the harem and disturbing my heart, so he has no choice but to remove Queen Guo. But if Empress Guo is still alive, what can I do? I ask myself in my heart, but I can't answer. All I can do is to chase Empress Guo back to the queen, and stop the posthumous ceremony of the temple. I don't want to give up on Yan Wenying , but he was still demoted to Beijing..."

All kinds of shocking changes in the palace, although it has been a long time ago, it is still shocking to hear.Qingcheng sighed softly in her heart, feeling sad for the person in the story.

Zhao Zhen walked back to the piano stand, his fingers trembling slightly, and stroked the body of the piano: "When the dust settled, I only left this piano, and let it remain intact, without re-stringing...until...until I met you. "

Qingcheng was slightly startled, but Zhao Zhen raised his head and said slowly: "Every time I drink tea with you, after you leave, I will secretly try to figure out your thoughts. If there is something wrong, I think I won’t stay here for a long time.”

Qingcheng was silent for a while, then raised her eyes to Zhao Zhen and said, "Your Majesty guessed right."

Zhao Zhen asked quietly, "When are you leaving?"

Qingcheng smiled lightly: "Tonight."

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, she has been delayed for too long, almost forgetting that the road ahead is still waiting for her.

Finally, she said hello to that person for the last time tonight.

Until dawn, we will never meet again.

Putting aside all the distracting thoughts, she bent down and bowed deeply to Zhao Zhen: "Your Majesty cherishes it, Suguang will leave."

But Zhao Zhen said slowly: "If... I want to keep you?"

Qingcheng was startled suddenly, and wanted to straighten up, but suddenly found that her body was limp and powerless, she staggered back two steps, pressed her back against the sandalwood pillar, and managed to stand still.

Shocked and frightened, she frowned deeply, clenched her palms into fists, her nails pierced deeply into her palms, but she felt that the true energy in her body had been completely cut off, and she couldn't let out a trace.

Zhao Zhen stared at her like a torch.

A strand of blue hair hangs down from her temples, weak and weak, just like her struggle.

He walked up to her slowly.Under the candlelight, his clear face showed a persistence and determination that she had never seen before.

"This time, I won't let you go."

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