Jianghu Guest Qinglu

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When the little beggar heard the words, his heart sank, and he quickly thanked Dade, "Thank you son, thank you son, a villain is a cow and a horse, and I have to repay the son's great kindness."

"He knows how to climb legs." The little servant said with a smile, "However, my son doesn't need you to be an ox or a horse, as long as you follow my son."

The little beggar raised his head in panic, and said in a trembling voice, "Is it possible that the young master will not forgive the villain, the villain is not afraid of death, I just ask the young master not to embarrass the mother, even if the young master wants the villain to die, the villain is willing."

The boy laughed and said, "You are filial. After you die, my son will do filial piety for you and support your old mother. If you want to be beautiful, your own old mother will take care of you."

The little servant bent over and nodded the little beggar's head, "Besides, my son doesn't care about your life, my son only needs you to do things for him."

The little beggar was as happy as picking up a pie, and he stammered, "Really, really~ You don't lie to me"

The boy nodded.

The little beggar was quite self-aware, and murmured, "But, I can't do anything other than steal."

The little servant hated iron for being weak and pulled up the little beggar, "You don't know how, don't you know how to learn?"

Then, the little beggar took his mother and followed the future master away.

After entering Fengyue Building, he became a servant of Fengyue Building. Starting from the lowest level, it took three years to change from a little beggar to the owner of the Qin Pavilion of Fengyue Building.

On the first day when he entered the building, the little beggar knelt in front of the landlord, his body trembling. Although he didn't understand anything, he was not so stupid that he didn't even know Qinlou and Chuguan. He didn't expect that his master, who was like a fairy, was actually Old bustard, the little beggar thinks he is better than his master, and his own face is not on the table, and if he enters here, he will never want to leave again. For the sake of mother, even the business of selling butts is nothing, as long as mother Still living in this world is better than everything else, even if he is allowed to make love under someone else, he is willing.

【From today onwards, you will be called Ranqi, and you will no longer be a little beggar in Xiangyang city】

To this day, Ran Qi can still remember the moment when the son named him.

That voice can be said to be unforgettable.

"Ran Qi, where are you going? If you don't come here, the young master is calling you!" Guo Si came out of the upstairs room, stood in the corridor, and yelled with his arms akimbo.

Ran Qi pushed the door out and said with a smile, "Come on!"

Ranqi climbed up the spiral staircase on the second floor and walked to the door.

"Ran Qi, come in~" the son's voice came from inside the house.

Ran Qi pushed the door open and entered, and at a glance, he saw the young master standing in front of the window, holding a white porcelain cup in his hand, leaning against the window casement, looking into the distance.

Hearing the sound of Ran Qi entering the door, he turned his head and walked slowly behind the bead curtain, and said with a smile through the bead curtain, "Ran Qi, your qin art has reached perfection, but it is still not enough. A piano piece, I wonder if you can play it intact"

Ran Qi stood in the outer room, listening to the music composed by the young master in the inner room.

The melody of the qin is curling and lingering endlessly, like the galloping sea, like the turbulent waves, sometimes calm, sometimes noisy, when moving, like killing enemies on a battlefield, and when quiet, like a leisurely countryside. It is divided into two parts, which are naturally formed. The combination of two parts, the static brake, the combination of movement and static, and the alternation of virtual and real, can be called a divine comedy.

At the end of the song, the young master raised his sleeves and stood up, "Ranqi, come and try~"

Ran Qi didn't shirk, even though he knew the gap between himself and the young master, he would not disobey the young master.

Ran Qi knelt and sat in front of the piano stand, with her ten fingers on the strings, playing back the song that the young master played just now in her mind, flipping her ten fingers, the sound of the piano curled up, and after a long time, the song ended.

Ran Qi got up and bowed aside, waiting for the young master to appreciate it.

The young master stroked the strings, "The sound of the piano you play has its shape, but not its spirit. You need to practice more and cultivate your mind...Ran Qi, do you know how different you are from me?"

Ran Qi was terrified, "My son's piano skills are very comparable to others, so naturally Ran Qi can't compare with you!"

The young master smiled, "Playing the piano does not vary from person to person, as long as you study hard, learn with your heart, and regard the piano as your life, just like a martial artist who regards martial arts as an idiot, or a bookworm who regards books as an idiot, you Naturally, one can look at the zither like a madman, as if possessed by a demon..."

Blue Tears (4)

Lan Qingke traveled thousands of miles and rode alone, rushing to Lingnan wholeheartedly.

Fang Huai was the You Cheng of the Great Song Dynasty. The floods in the south of the Lingnan River turned into mudslides, the people were displaced, natural disasters and man-made disasters, he was in a high position, and he rushed to the disaster area to rescue the people.

A white-clothed gentleman, a blue-clothed swordsman, a young prime minister, a current prince, a gentle and elegant, and a unparalleled beauty. The two people who should have met early met eight years later, and they didn't know each other.

Knowing that Duan Mo had already left Lingnan territory, Lan Qingke immediately set off for Beijing.

Entering Lingnan without the emperor's edict, even if he is the Zhaowang, he can't open the granary privately. It's not that he takes the national law too seriously, but he doesn't want to be suspected by the emperor too early.

Lan Qingke rode his horse out of the territory of Lingnan and was about to leave, but suddenly he felt heart palpitations. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the dark cloud-covered sky in the south of Lingnan.

I don't know the reason for the palpitation at that moment, but at that moment, I felt that if I didn't return, I would regret it for the rest of my life.

Lan Qingke whipped the pony down, hoping that it could run faster.

Faster, faster.

Some officers and soldiers saw Lan Qingke and reprimanded loudly, "The mudslide ahead buried the village, you are dying, stop quickly!"

But Lan Qingke turned a deaf ear to it, and the officers and soldiers came to stop him, turning a blind eye, riding his horse over the officers and soldiers, and just kept going forward.

When he got to the place where the village was buried in front, Lan Qingke got off his horse and used lightness kung fu to sweep forward. The closer he was to the front, the stronger his heart palpitations became.

Avoiding the impact of mudslides again and again, regardless of his own safety, he regarded the mud splashed on the blue clothes as nothing, and after a few vertical sweeps, he finally stopped on a big rock.

With his left foot on the stone, he was flying in the air, his right hand was flying, and the soft sword at his waist was drawn out, white light flashed, and only a loud noise was heard, and the big stone was smashed into pieces, and a touch of white mixed into it, Lan Qingke's eyes flashed, taking advantage of this opportunity, One bent down and grabbed the white one, the other lifted it up, kicked in the air, and spread out 'Lingyun Zong', stepped on the ground a few times, and came to a safe place.

Looking at the sleeping plain face in his arms, Lan Qingke felt a sense of peace in his heart, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Young master", Guo Size galloped over, got off his horse, and ran to Lan Qingke, "Young master, are you alright?"

Lan Qingke looked at Guo Si, "It's important to save people."

Guo Si looked at Lan Qingke holding the young man in white, got on his horse, and left with a light sigh. Looking back, there was mud and water all over the place. He didn't know how many innocent lives died in this mud. The young man saved one person at this moment, but he may not be able to If everyone is saved, man-made disasters can be avoided, but natural disasters are unbearable.No matter how powerful the young master is, he is still a human being, not a god. It is difficult to win against the sky.

Guo Si got on his horse and chased after him.

Fang Huai woke up, staring blankly at the bright weather outside the window, a little dazed. He thought he was going to die, but he didn't expect that he could escape the mudslide and survive. Could it be that God didn't think he deserved to die?

I still remember what my father said to me when I was 13 years old now, "Huai'er, do you remember that when I was three years old, a crazy Taoist priest came to the house and said, 'This son is a Wenqu star who came down to earth. The fate of an official in a high position, but there is a destiny in the way of heaven, this son will be weak all his life, and his life will not be more than thirty, but this son is destined to have a nobleman, when the son dies, the nobleman will come, this son will have three kalpas in his life, as long as the nobleman is with him, Turn danger into safety, live a long and prosperous life'”

Now, the catastrophe has passed, the nobleman has appeared, but I don't know who saved me, so I look forward to it.

The door of the room was pushed open, and a boy with the appearance of a servant came over with medicine in hand. Seeing that Fang Huai was awake, he said to Huai Huai with a smile, "Sir, you may take the medicine by yourself. If you can, sit up!"

Fang Huai nodded, took the medicine bowl from the boy's hand, and drank it all in one gulp, "Thank you!"

Fang Huai was weak and sickly since he was a child. He drank medicine every day and almost became a medicine jar. Looking at the boy's admiring eyes, he smiled wryly.

The boy took the empty bowl and said with a smile, "My son saved my husband. I will see you later, but I have to thank him very much. Originally, my son had already left Lingnan territory, but for some reason, he returned suddenly and rescued my husband from the mudslide. Hades snatches people"

"Guo Si, if I don't care about you for a day, you won't be able to control your own mouth."

The young man in blue walked into the room, behind him was the glorious light, which further set off his stunning demeanor.

Guo Sichao stuck out his tongue secretly to his son, and ran away in a hurry.

The young man in blue walked to the bed, sat down, and skillfully helped Fang Huai tuck the corner of the quilt, his brows and eyes were full of tenderness, as if he was used to doing these things too much.

"How do you feel? This flood in Lingnan was too sudden and impossible to prevent. Most of the people lost their wives and were homeless. Now, with the power of you and me, they may not be able to save them." Lan Qingke stopped talking suddenly, his eyes flashed After a bit of annoyance, "Sorry, I forgot that you are not him"

After finishing speaking, Lan Qingke got up and left.

Fang Huai looked at the blue, and suddenly felt like he had seen it somewhere before. It was a familiar feeling. Who did he think of himself just now, so familiar, so considerate, so natural.

Fang Huai went out of the room and saw the young man in blue standing in the corridor with his hands behind his back, so he walked over and saluted, "Under the Huai, thank you for saving me, young master. I don't know the name of the young master, where he lives, can you tell me, I will wait until I return to Beijing." Thank you at the door"

The young man in blue looked back, looked at him deeply, smiled suddenly, and said, "Why should Prime Minister Fang be like this, I am just a layman, and I can't afford to be a Prime Minister Fang."

Fang Huai straightened up and looked at the blue-clothed young master, "My son's words are wrong, how can I forget the grace of saving my life, if there is no young master to save me, I am afraid that I will really meet the king of Hades."

The young man in blue sneered, "Yan Wang