Baishou loses Shaohua

In Liuyun Pavilion, Ji Yinghan was sitting on the couch with the guqin on his lap.He hung his hands on the strings, but he couldn't let them fall.At this moment, he couldn't pluck a single string of the mourning song that had been played for sixteen years.

Ji Yinghan didn't know how long he had been sitting, but the sky had already turned dark.The front hall should be bustling at the moment, with silk and bamboo instrumental music, beauties and wine, one should know what a scene of luxury and luxury is.And here, there is a soundless darkness.This situation is very similar to that Shangyuan night 16 years ago, when he was lying on the window of Dongzhao Palace, struggling to hear a sound coming from Yuyuan Hall.In the end, there were only a few wisps of wind in my ears.

Ji Yinghan stood up and walked blindly through the darkness.He is very familiar with this place. There were many nights when Yun Xin had a high fever. He stayed here, sitting in front of the bed and watching Yun Xin, who was not sleeping soundly, waiting for the first morning light in the sky.

Yun Xin and Yun Qie have the same mother, the former prime minister's wife Lin Yueqing was in weak health, she was lingering in bed after giving birth to the twins, and finally passed away a year later, the two children were also affected by the mother's body, and they were weaker when they were young. On that night 16 years ago, Yun Xin experienced the tragic death of his brother and father's family overnight. He was unbearably ill for a while and almost died.It was Cheng Zhouyuan, a poison doctor who was once famous in the world, who saved his life, and then took him as a disciple. Because he was weak, he passed on some internal strength to him. Got some fur.Even so, Yun Xin would get sick from time to time, and would have a high fever every time he caught cold or cold.At this time, Ji Yinghan would stand by his side and watch over him all night long until his fever subsides.Since coming to this mausoleum three years ago, the two of them have depended on each other for life.Now, the room is empty, and Ji Yinghan feels like a very important piece is missing in his heart. He doesn't even know whether the feeling he feels can be called pain.

Everything here reminds him all the time that Yun Xin is different from his close relatives, friends and loyal ministers who disappeared in his memory 16 years ago.He is real, a living person who has accompanied him for 16 years.In the killing 16 years ago, they fled together, and during these 16 years, they depended on each other for life.In the past, Prime Minister Yao told Yun Xin before his death that he should always be loyal to him because he was his king.Now the relationship between the two of them can be summed up so simply by the word "monarch and minister".

Xuanlie stood at the door of Liuyun Pavilion, the moonlight tonight was very good, the white moonlight filled the world, but it seemed that it couldn't shine into the heart of the person in the room.He looked at the sad and bewildered expression on his face, but he didn't know what to do.

Ji Yinghan walked around the room a few times, and finally seemed to wake up suddenly.He returned to the piano, his hands dropped, but what he played was not the mourning song.He only plucked the strings a few times with his fingers, played a few out of tune tunes, and stopped as if he was waiting for someone.After a while, Mingrui appeared in front of Liuyun Pavilion, and when she saw Xuan Lie at the door, she nodded slightly and walked in.

"Tell Mowei to keep looking. If you can't find it every day, then keep looking for it every day." Ji Yinghan's voice was clear and flat, but it had a compelling aura.

"To live you have to see people, to die...you have to see corpses."

Mingrui was shocked all over, raised her head to look at Ji Yinghan, then lowered her head hastily.

"Subordinates obey."

"However, it must be kept secret, and the news must not be leaked to the court."

"Yes."

After Ming Rui left, Xuan Lie finally walked in, because Ji Yinghan finally broke the silence by himself, and finally let him find an opportunity to get close.

Ji Yinghan heard Xuan Lie's footsteps when he came here.He doesn't enter, and he doesn't ask.To outsiders, it looks like a stalemate confrontation between the two, but in fact, only the two of them know that they don't know what tone, expression, and movement to face each other.Ji Yinghan doesn't blame Xuanlie, and Xuanlie doesn't blame Ji Yinghan either.After all, if the situations of Yun Xin and Ye Nanqing were reversed, no one could guarantee that they would be calmer and more rational than the other party now.

Xuan Lie walked up to Ji Yinghan step by step, he squatted down on one knee, and stretched out his hand to hold Ji Yinghan in his arms.Ji Yinghan slowly turned sideways, wrapping his arms around Xuanlie's shoulders.

Everything is silent and breathless.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the bodies of both of them are icy cold, but snuggling together is enough to keep warm.

"Go back." Xuan Lie said.

"Okay." Ji Yinghan replied.

Back in the East Han Tower, Ji Yinghan called the boy to the kitchen to bring some food. Neither of them had much appetite, so they only took a few mouthfuls. Ji Yinghan remembered that his piano was still in Liuyun Pavilion, and got up. to fetch.

"In such a cold day, why is there no charcoal stove in this house?" Xuan Lie asked him when the boy came in to clean up the dishes.

"The young master won't let you go." The young man replied, after thinking for a while, he said, "Perhaps he doesn't like charcoal dust."

Xuan Lie nodded, without asking any more questions, the servant retreated.

Xuan Lie somewhat understood that what Ji Yinghan cared about was not the charcoal dust, but the scar on his chest that could not be healed no matter what, it was the indelible pain in his memory.Because I'm afraid of being touched by the scene, because I'm afraid of looking at things and hurting my heart, that's why I would rather endure the cold in winter than add a stove to the house.

This person is far from being as tough as he looks. Under those tough exteriors is a soft heart. He thinks he has no heart, but in fact, he is just used to ignoring himself.

Xuan Lie looked around, he remembered that a year ago, he asked Ji Yinghan here if anyone cared about him.That night, he walked out from here, thinking that it was an eternal farewell, but he didn't want his fate to turn around and turn into what he is now.

Maybe this is the arrangement made by God in the dark. It is because Ji Yinghan neglects himself too much that God arranges someone to care about him and feel sorry for him.

And this person is Xuan Lie.

Thinking of this, Xuan Lie suddenly understood that loving someone is an innate mission.And the encounter between him and Ji Yinghan was a fate.However, where this fate will go in the end, even he himself has no idea.

On the second day after returning to Lingcheng, Qin Xun bid farewell to Ji Yinghan and others and returned to Quchuan.As the year approached, he, as the head of the Tsing Yi Sect and the head of the Qin family, would definitely not be able to stay outside.But Bai Chuling was determined not to return to Linzhou, and the journey was far away and he couldn't make it back, so he wrote a letter and asked Ji Yinghan to send someone to Linzhou to give up.

The streets and alleys of Lingcheng gradually became lively. There were nearly double the number of small merchants and vendors walking the streets and alleys, and the shelves were full of all kinds of festive new year goods.The faces of the cheering crowd were filled with festive joy.

The year is getting closer.

Ten days passed, and there was still no news from Yun Xin. Every time Ji Yinghan looked at the letter in his hand in a daze, the hope and expectation in his heart gradually cooled down.

Xuanlie stood in front of the Donghan Building and looked up, the white plum blossoms were blooming on the branches, and at the beginning of the night, the moon shadows illuminated the petals so that the petals were crystal clear.In the front hall of Qianyu Building not far away, those bright dancing postures or gentle singing voices just started, and it will be a sleepless night. It can really be said that the four seasons are like spring in Shangling City.But this corner of the backyard is completely different from the atmosphere in the front hall. There are neither lights nor festoons. It seems to be nothing in normal times, but it seems a little deserted under the new year.

Ji Yinghan has been very busy these days, rarely going out, at most he just goes to Liuyun Pavilion for a while.Mingrui came to Donghan Building more and more frequently, and sometimes she didn't show up for a day, and stayed longer after entering Donghan Building the next day.

Seeing Ji Yinghan's busy schedule, Bai Chuling was very sensible, and rarely bothered her, but let the maid Mingrui arranged for her accompany her when she went out, and made some fresh snacks for her from time to time.Ji Yinghan declined several times but failed, and Bai Chuling never said anything that made him difficult, so he had no choice but to accept it.Xuan Lie had a panoramic view of Bai Chuling's careful fawning, and couldn't help but feel pity for this little girl. She knew she couldn't get anything in exchange, but she was still persistent.

Mingrui pushed open the door and came out of the room, seeing Xuan Lie blessing her body: "Mr. Xuan, you are back."

"Miss Mingrui, you don't need to be too polite." Xuan Lie gave a little support, and looked at the two closed doors, "Has your young master eaten dinner yet?"

"Not yet." Mingrui smiled, "I said I'm waiting for you to come with me, and Mingrui will have someone bring it here."

"Thank you, miss." Xuan Lie nodded, and then asked, "I don't know...do you have any news about Yun Xin today?"

The look in Mingrui's eyes darkened, and finally she just shook her head silently.

"Thank you." Xuan Lie nodded understandingly.

Mingrui turned and left.

Xuanlie stepped up the steps, and the white mist in his breath could be clearly seen at night. It was a very depressing night, and the winter here seemed to never pass again.Thinking of the depressed Ye Mansion like this place, Xuan Lie couldn't help but sighed deeply.