Qinglian Snow Heavy

Among them, it's hard to get rid of the entanglement, and it's hard to get out of the heart.At this moment, almost everyone looked away, unable to bear to see the finger playing the piano with broken nails dripping blood.

The broken jade armor sticks to the fingertips with the parted flesh, and the blood that was bleeding fiercely before seems to be gradually smeared. Qinglian put her hands on the strings and never moved away, because even if she moved only half a point, It is also painful.But Qinglian didn't dare to stop, because the emperor didn't let him stop, and her hands were tightly tied to the safety of Yuefu.Jia Rui, you haven’t said a word yet, I’m afraid I’ll make you look down on me playing the pipa, thinking so mournfully, Qinglian’s stagnant hand slowly moved away again.

Jiarui's eyes were scarlet, this situation seemed familiar again, it really was the fetter of fate, two people who were holding the pipa in Lantai's arms together.I remember that it was a dusk when Lantai was first formed, and the father and the king invited people close to him to watch the lake and enjoy the music, including Empress Huimin leading Jiarui's birth mother Huifei and other favored palace people, Taifu Yan leading Jiarui, Yuefu Lin Zimo led With Qin Zhengqing, Lin Suyue and other children, and of course Tong Yi, the young and successful young master Pian Pian Tong Fu was already serving as the Imperial College Jijiu.

That was Jiarui's second time seeing Yan Lan, and the first time seeing the famous Yueguo proton, only a smear of red shadow remained in the image, but this meeting was truly astonishing, The long hair was carefully tied behind the ears with a blue silk ribbon, revealing that peerless and elegant face. The fashionably young Jia Rui didn't understand anything, only for the warm smile on that charming face What I am fascinated by and what I am convinced come from the truest and most successful joy in my heart.And when a gust of wind blows, the hairband falls, the blue hair dances, the waves are shimmering, and the sky is full of sunsets. In the eyes of everyone, everything in the world seems to be just for the person in front of them.

It is also the sound of an exquisite zither, the setting sun against the sparkling lake waves flowing around Yan Lan's body, the beautiful music is like the sound of nature, the young prince can't help but mutter in his heart, why did Taifu Yan say that the pipa is a device for flattery? , What I saw today was so beautiful.

Prince Jiarui's amazed expression gradually shifted from looking at the sky to the rising and falling fingers, wanting to see how dexterous and beautiful the hand that played such a beautiful music must be, but the affection of the prince Huixin is one point. It was very cold, but every knuckle of the rapidly turning hand was bleeding, and the surface of the piano was covered with red, and a large piece of clothes on the knees was dyed red. It turned out that on top of that warm and windy smile, there was also a show that was frowning frequently. Eyebrows, Jiarui turned his head to look at the throne hesitantly, and the eyes of his father, Emperor Ziye, revealed an inexplicable obsession and intoxication.

Jia Rui didn't understand at the time why his father always tortured the person in front of him like this. When he didn't understand, it was sympathy, but when he understood it, it was spurning and contempt.The Jiarui Emperor, who was thinking repeatedly, became uneasy for some reason in the silence, and tapped the handrail with his hands lightly, but all the restlessness was settled at this moment.

The clear and lingling music sounded again, unlike the torrential momentum before, the mournful cry seemed like a clear spring in the morning light, flowing ding ding dong dong.Jiarui looked at Qinglian hesitantly, and saw that the two fingers with the broken armor were slightly closed in the palm of her hand, and Qinglian was only using her thumb to pluck the strings of the piano, and the music was flowing.

Jiarui's irritability made Qinglian very disturbed, so she tried to play again despite the pain, fearing that the emperor's dissatisfaction would turn her anger on others.However, Qinglian regretted it when the music was heard. If you say that the ancient music war song you played before can be regarded as not losing your integrity, but now it is nothing. However, looking at the high seat Jiarui, she couldn't bear to stop.

The melody made by the strings glued with blood, some astringent vibrato, vibrates Jia Rui's heartstrings, meeting Qinglian's clear gaze, as if returning to the carefree days of intersecting, the emperor's expression is gradually warming Soften down and wallow in the memories.

"Well, may I ask what song this is? I haven't heard it before." Qing Lian, who was less talkative, listened to Rui Jia's cheerful humming, and couldn't help but ask after being infected by it.

"Well, I was the one who went out and learned from the folks when I was traveling." Jiarui already knew that Qinglian was banned from the Children's House at this time, so he deliberately said the word "traveling" with extra seriousness, and looked at Qinglian's eyes flickering very interestingly. Moved with envy, he jokingly said, "I don't know, this is the famous song of the top oiran in Lan Kwai Fong, Beijing. Why do you want to play it for me?"

For some reason, Qinglian's original expression dimmed in an instant, and Jiarui also felt that it was not good to talk about things with the childe.Looking at the silent Qinglian, Jiarui thought that he was really offended, so he didn't say anything. In fact, he didn't know Qinglian's intentions, and he just thought that he had really spoken abruptly.

Inadvertently, the melody flowing under Qinglian's finger turned out to be the melody of the ditty Jia Rui hummed casually at that time.However, since you were so disdainful at the beginning, why do you remember it now!Jiarui forced himself to avoid his eyes, but the frowning, the red blood, and the joyous joy made Jiarui's heart throb, a frightening heartbeat, just like the fear he had when he looked up at his father's obsessed eyes.

"Enough!" After the sound of the zither was interrupted, the emperor stood up with a flick of his sleeves and strode out of the hall. When everyone was at a loss, Wu De hurriedly followed, but the emperor suddenly turned around and scolded, "Go away, I don't want to see you!" !" I don't know if it's for Wu De, or for myself, or...

Admonish

Everyone's eyes followed the emperor's running, and then fell back to Qinglian's body, but Qinglian's eyes were looking straight at the corridor outside the hall, and never looked back.The atmosphere has become a little awkward, the original punishment seems to have turned into a farce with no end, but as the absurd and famous Emperor Jiarui, these anticlimactic behaviors are very common, of course, there will be people who don't like it. Think so.

Wu De was the most uncomfortable being scolded by the emperor in court. As the emperor's close servant, Wu De had always been favored by Jiarui in front of others, and he was quite powerful in the palace. The emperor reprimanded him in public. A eunuch can have such anger, which shows that Jiarui has always been punished by the emperor, so the other guards in the hall did not understand the anger in the heart of the ugly Wu De, but they really sympathized with the joy in front of him. Why is Qinglian, who is so skilled, treated so badly? She is obviously just a musician.

However, in Wu De's eyes, Qinglian is not just a simple musician. This person is obviously virtuous and incompetent, but he attracts the emperor's attention everywhere. An angry Wu De stepped forward and threw his arms around Qinglian's arms. While grabbing the pipa, he still didn't forget to bump Qinglian's injured finger a few times with the body of the lute.

Desperate Qinglian has long been unable to talk to Wu Dela, she was immersed in the memory of Jia Rui's painful gaze, but now she has to be beaten back to reality by the pain that hit her body.Under the oppression of the previous sitting posture, the injury on her buttocks had become numb with pain along with her legs, so Qinglian couldn't stand upright under Wu De's pushing and pushing, and fell to the ground.The broken armor sticking to her finger was embedded into the flesh and blood again by Wu De's intentional collision, and blood oozes out again. Qinglian tightly grasped the wrist of her right hand with her left hand, the pain was excruciating, she knelt on the ground and shivered, Can't stand up.

"Hmph, you ruined this good piano!" Wu De said harshly to each other, stepping on Qinglian's scattered clothes in disgust, holding the pipa and going to the music room, intending to put the pipa away and enjoy it for a while. Fan, the famous instrumental music collected by Lantai has always been yearned for by musicians, and naturally it also attracts Wu De, who is also a musician.

"Bold, just you, want to go to this Lantai again, do you want to violate the order!" Wang Li had already stood in front of Wu De, and his tone was neither salty nor light, but it stopped Wu De, who was always arrogant, and Wang Li didn't know what to do. He unceremoniously took the pipa from Wu De and turned to go upstairs.

Wu De turned around angrily, because he knew that he had no ability to fight against Wang Li, and the official title of the fourth-rank Chaohua Palace Supervisor of Rituals alone was enough to deal with anyone here, let alone the only one left in the former court. Those few "Wang En is unjust" people are fine, besides, the first emperor did have a strict order that Lantai was not allowed to enter unless he was called, and Huimin in the current dynasty strictly abided by this order, so Lantai's reputation for containing treasures was revealed to the outside world. And don't allow people to get close, as time goes by, the palace will become proud of having been to Lantai.

Unable to fight against Wang Li, Wu De, who was aggrieved, could only go to Qing Lian. He couldn't understand Qin Zhengqing and Qing Lian's master and apprentice lovingly supporting each other, and said coldly, "Hey, Qin Leshou , still want to stay here and wait for punishment? I don’t know the rules of this Lantai? By the way, the apprentices you teach are really admirable. Tsk tsk, it’s not easy to play the pipa like that. I’m ashamed of myself. It sounds good, um, it sounds much better than Lan Kwai Fong's, the emperor will definitely like it in the future, ha ha."

Wu De was standing beside Qin Zhengqing, looking anxious to drive him away, the master and apprentice could not say anything about themselves.At this moment, Qing Lian held Qin Zhengqing's sleeve tightly with one hand, she didn't say anything, but her tears fell hurriedly, the relatives she missed, who hadn't been close for many days, the helplessness, loneliness, fear, hesitation in her heart, Guilt, dependence, all kinds of emotions flowed out of those eyes, and only when facing her master, could Qinglian not hide her cowardly emotions.

Qin Zhengqing looked at the crying apprentice in front of him, and felt sad in his heart, although the actions of the emperor and Qinglian just now were full of surprises in his eyes, Qinglian's performance of Shang opera made him hate his disciple without self-love , but now seeing Qinglian weeping silently in front of him, thinking about his hardship and loneliness in the palace, the always strict Qin Zhengqing couldn't express any anger.

Qin Zhengqing carefully avoided the wound on Qinglian's hand, hugged his beloved apprentice in his arms, patted the thin back lightly, and comforted him, "You will be crowned in one year, why are you still doing it now? Didn't make progress like this?"