I see the snow

"It's a pity that everything has an end. The prosperity must decline, and the prosperity will lead to disgrace. This is unavoidable."

Lin Kun said indifferently: "After the age of 20, you gradually lose your reputation. How many new singers does Qiushui Pavilion have to enter in a year? The guests always like the new and dislike the old... Until a few months ago, you once again used A piece of "Misty Cloud Spring" has returned to the leader of the pavilion."

Lin Kun looked at the woman in front of him inquisitively. Her eyebrows were very thin, her oval face, and willow-leaf eyebrows. At first glance, she looked full of sorrow.

If you talk about why Lin Kun is so sure that this libretto must not be the name in front of you.In addition to the talent and talent in what the woman did, there is also...she didn't have such deep thoughts.

The few poems sung by Zhaoyue, besides the elegant style and graceful words, after careful consideration, you will find that there are several other meanings hidden in them.

This lyricist is like a thoughtful bystander - no one knows what he is thinking or what he has experienced, but he is not happy seeing mountains and water. These words are just written by him inadvertently. , but already talented.

But behind this talent, there are only lonely pain and depressed eyes.

"The sky is cold and sleepless, thinking of a gentleman, the dust of Qiuhong and the sound of geese."

Lin Kun stroked the thin paper with his hands, and whispered very softly.

Zhu Shifeng was still yelling outside, while the Habayashi soldiers in soft armor and cloaks stopped him indifferently, Lin Kun seemed to ignore it.

Just look intently at the word in front of you.

This is a dangerous man.

He thought, this was the first reaction in his heart when he first saw the poem.

Because most talented people in the world will suffer, but that pain usually comes from the powerlessness of reality and the resentment of having no way to serve the country.

But not this one.

Behind his seemingly calm and indifferent desolation is the extreme depression and depression that wants to drag everyone in the world to sink with him.

This is the case when he writes about the wan and shy girl, and when he writes about the reluctant parting emotion, it seems that nothing can melt the ice in his heart and make him come out of the lonely dark corner.

In the private room, time passed inch by inch.

Zhaoyue still did not speak. After a long silence, Lin Kun suddenly said, "Actually, I have seen a person who can write these words."

This Censor Taichung Cheng has a desolate temperament that is different from Xihuai's. The dark blue official robe sets off his porcelain-like cheeks and neck——

It looked like pearls and jade, and it was extremely handsome and elegant.

Lin Kun rolled up the sleeves of his large official robe, exposing his thin wrists. He quietly poured himself a cup of tea, and continued:

"But that was a long time ago."

That was when Lin Kun was only eight or nine years old, and he heard the slang saying "there is the Ye family in the south, and the forest in the north".

Below the Chixia River is the south of Shengyang; above the Chixia River is the north of Shengyang.Lin Kun became famous early. As early as Lin Kun was a young boy, he was already famous in the capital of stars and fields.

He once wrote "Liuhe Lun" in school, which amazed his master and was sung throughout the Imperial Academy.

But equally famous as this work is "Goddess Fu" written by Ye Zhuyan, the young son of the Ye family in Qinhuai.

It was probably a work that was blurted out by a naive and romantic child when he saw a local witchcraft ceremony during a trip with his family.

But the romance of fantasy and the cleverness of the words and sentences are amazing, and the words of praise are endless.

Lin Kun once became interested in this young master of the Ye family who had the same reputation as himself—thinking about what kind of person he is, what books he has read, and whether he has heard of himself and his "Liuhe Lun".

It is probably a kind of sympathy between an enemy and a friend. Before they meet, they already regard each other as a god friend.

It's a pity that it didn't take long before Lin Kun saw this talented young master of the Ye family, when news came that Ye Qingming was convicted of a book and his family was exiled.

"You don't have to be afraid of what I'll do to him."

Lin Kun's gaze slowly turned to Zhaoyue, and said, "I just want to make sure that he is the person I think."

Zhaoyue pursed her lips, the delicate and hollow hairpin swayed gently in her hair, and a pair of deep pool-like black eyes stared at Lin Kun.

She seemed to be examining whether Lin Kun was telling the truth, and Lin Kun looked at her without moving.

After that? ...

A voice said in Lin Kun's heart: After you find him, what can you do?

At the Wangting Banquet, Mo Bihuan and his son were plotted against, and Lin Kun felt suspicious at that time.

But he didn't think about it, he just thought it was Mo Bihuan's clique fighting against each other.Otherwise, there would not be such a means of leaving no trace, and a deep thought that could not see any signs at all.

But later, the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt: even if someone had devised such a trap, the poem was really extraordinary.

Mo Bihuan and his son couldn't help being tempted.

After that, when I came to Qiushui Pavilion to check the whereabouts of the relief money, I happened to hear Zhaoyue's libretto.

Such a familiar style of words and words made Lin Kun immediately think of the young master of the Ye family who he had been thinking about for a long time but had never heard from.

However, if it was really him... how could he become like this?

The once pure romance and clear and beautiful words have become cold and indifferent, as if the waves are calm and nothing is worrying about, but in fact, what is hidden behind the waves is the turbulent dullness and hatred.

"I want to see him."

In the smoky Su Hexiang, Lin Kun said in a low voice: "He is a very important person to me."

It is probably the first time that the elder son of the Lin family, whose poem name is already the world's best, evaluates a person like this.

But Lin Kun had to find him, not only because this person might be the only son of the Ye family who was once equal to him, but also because... maybe he is now an extremely dangerous person to Sheng Yang.

There are signs of hatred and indifference in his poems, Lin Kun dare not think about who he hates.

"I...I don't know."

However, Zhaoyue still said.Zhu Shifeng was already scolding very hard outside, only Lin Kun's guards stopped him.

Although the gaze of the young censor in front of him was flat, there was an extremely oppressive force.Like a piece of jade, although silent and non-aggressive, it is hard and difficult to grind.

"I really do not know."

Zhaoyue repeated it again.

She has been sitting here for nearly three hours, and the golden flowers on her cheeks have almost faded.

In a sense, Zhaoyue didn't lie: the person with the pseudonym "Zhegutian" just sent the written poems to Qiushui Pavilion for sale from time to time.But he never showed himself.

It was Zhaoyue who happened to pass by the vendor once, and saw the diction book with the rouge and gouache, flipped through it casually, and was shocked, thinking that it was extremely suitable for adaptation into libretto.Bought it for two strings of copper coins.

Afterwards, that person would send some new works from time to time, but the time was never fixed, and the quantity also varied from time to time.It seems that it all depends on when you have free time, just write and play.

From the beginning to the end, she never saw the lyricist himself.

"If you refuse to tell me again, I will only let that person in."

Lin Kun sighed and said softly.

He nodded towards the door to signal that it was Zhu Shifeng with his hips akimbo still arguing with the guards.

Zhaoyue pursed her lips tightly, her thin veiled shawl was wrapped around her shoulders, the singer was silent for a few seconds, and shook her head firmly.

"Are we still going up?"

Downstairs, Qin Ge scratched his head and could hardly sit still.

"That kid Lin Kun is here."

Yin Zhichuan said: "What are you afraid of?"

He looked a little lazy, playing with the small fan pendant that Qin Ge brought, turning it over and over again.

Compared with paying attention to the dynamics of Lin Kun and Zhu Shifeng, he is more interested in Xi Huai.

"I always feel that you are absent-minded today."

Yinzhichuan said, he looked at Xihuai jokingly: "Why, what's on your mind?"

Xi Huai was slightly stunned, recovering from the state of thinking about things on his own:

"No."

——Even if there was, he naturally couldn't tell Yin Zhichuan.

Literati's favorite poems cannot be changed in their lifetime.Not to mention people like Xi Huai.

He has boasted of his talent for 17 years, sometimes not for fame, but just to please himself, and he will do something casually.

Now that I have written it, there is no reason to keep it on hand and read it for myself. When Xihuai saves a few articles, they will be sent to Qiushui Pavilion for sale.

Money is secondary, the important thing is to be liked and recognized by others.That feeling of being affirmed by others is almost standing in a hidden corner, and Xi Huai, who is doomed to only listen to other people's comments from afar, feels the meaning that the world is worth living.

But I didn't expect that Lin Kun would be attracted.

"Didn't think about anything?"

Yin Zhichuan raised his eyebrows, smiled, and said: "Then tell me, which one in this cup is wine and which one is tea?"

Xi Huai remained silent.

In fact, sometimes his expression reveals a sense of depression unnaturally, as if he is always thinking about something and is depressed.

This made him show a strange indifference even if he stayed by Yin Zhichuan's side meekly.

Yinzhichuan's heart skipped a beat.

"do you know."

Yin Zhichuan suddenly pinched Xi Huai's jaw, pulled him towards him, and almost stared at Xi Huai's face face to face, and said in a low voice: "Every time you show this expression, it seems I'm bullying you."

But in fact, he did nothing.

"Where did you get this temperament?"

Yin Zhichuan asked.He thought in his heart, is it possible that human beings are really bad animals, the more beautiful things they see, the more they want to destroy them?He let go of his hand suddenly, his lips curled up, and he narrowed his eyes in a dawdly way: "Seduce me like this again, be careful that I will really bully you to the point of crying."

There was a bruised fingerprint on Xi Huai's white and delicate jade-like skin, but he still sat there silently, with his eyes downcast, and said in a low voice:

"understood."

"Hey……"

Sitting across from the two of them, Qin Ge looked left and right, and couldn't help interjecting, "That...Brother Yin, Zhaoyue..."

"Not urgent."

Yinzhichuan hugged his chest and said, "How can an honest gentleman like Lin Kun ask Zhu Shifeng to act wildly on a woman in front of his eyes—"

However, before his words landed, a woman's scream suddenly came from the private room upstairs——

Yinzhichuan's expression of ease suddenly changed, Qin Ge stood up at the same time, looked at Yinzhichuan anxiously, and quickly ran upstairs in three steps.

A few idle spectators were also alarmed, and they gathered around to watch the fun.

Only Xi Huai was still sitting where he was, his hands holding chopsticks paused slightly.