Qinglian Snow Heavy

Treat this student more and more harshly.

Jia Rui had never thought that Qinglian was so beautiful when they ran into each other on the street before. On the waterside pavilion, there was a face reflecting a little bit of light, and the black hair gently swayed by the spring breeze, all of which touched his mind.The jade man held the flute and uttered the music lightly. It was truly peaceful both physically and mentally. Jia Rui couldn't help but be intoxicated by playing the flute himself.

There was only a "pa", like the sound of hitting bamboo, and the sound of the flute also stopped. Jiarui looked up and saw Qin Zhengqing holding a bamboo board and swinging it towards Qinglian, making the same sound.

"Qinglian, what's going on with you these days! You're always absent-minded, a simple Qingping tune, tell me how many mistakes you made with your qi, and how accurate are your fingers?" Qin Zhengqing severely reprimanded road.

Sure enough, he is a famous teacher. Qin Zhengqing pointed out many mistakes in a piece of music that sounded like the sound of nature to him. Thinking of this, Jiarui still looked at Qinglian intently, thinking how he would respond to the master's questioning, Jiarui Rui really hoped to hear Qinglian's voice as clear as water again.

But Jiarui didn't get what she wanted, and Qinglian bowed her head silently, holding the flute in her left hand, and passed her right hand to Qin Zhengqing after a moment of silence.Just when Jiarui was curious, Qin Zhengqing raised the bamboo board in his hand again, and knocked it down on Qinglian's hand one by one, making a crisp sound.

Mentor

In Jia Rui's view, there is nothing wrong with the master admonishing the apprentice with a ruler. When he was young, he had been hit by the master a few times in the study, and it was just a slight punishment.But what he saw now made Jia Rui gradually turn from suspicion and shock to worry.

The bamboo plank under Qin Zhengqing's hands never stopped for a moment, and it became heavy again and again. From a distance, Jiarui seemed to be able to hear the bamboo plank falling on Qinglian's hand mixed with strong wind, and he was afraid that there would be something wrong with it. Thirty or forty beats passed.I saw Qinglian turned her face slightly sideways under the scolding of her master, the long hair around her ear was scattered on her frowning eyebrows, and the painful expression on her face was hard to hide.

Jia Rui was a little anxious now, Qin Zhengqing didn't seem to want to stop beating Qing Lian, wouldn't Qing Lian's hand be broken?The sound in his ears sent chills down Jia Rui's spine, and he was about to turn down the rocky mountain to stop Qin Zhengqing's disciples from beating Qinglian.

Qin Zhengqing originally just wanted to warn Qinglian, but who knew that this apprentice had no intention of admitting his mistake and subduing himself, so he couldn't help being moved. He couldn't see Qinglian's stubborn and forbearing expression the most. He obviously had something in his heart, but he didn't Ken revealed a little bit, although Qin Zhengqing also knew that under Tong Yi's strict control, Qinglian seldom spoke, but for her master, if Qinglian had any doubts, she would always ask herself to solve it, how could it be like today, I have deep thoughts.

Jiarui turned down the rockery and walked along the corridor by the lake to Xiaoxie in the middle of the lake. At this time, the clear music came to his ears again, and Jiarui was shocked. Qin Zhengqing was so ruthless. Now let Qinglian play the flute Wouldn't it be a heavier punishment?

Qin Zhengqing naturally knew that today's punishment was heavy. Although he carefully avoided Qinglian's knuckles, his merciless bamboo board had turned Qinglian's entire palm into purple, and it was more than a finger swollen. Gao, although the palm of the flute is held empty, Qin Zhengqing felt a real pain in his heart when he saw the painful expression on Qinglian's face when she slowly folded her hand to grasp the jade flute.After years of getting along with master and apprentice, Qin Zhengqing has long regarded Qinglian as a child emotionally, so he can't tolerate Qinglian hiding something from him, so even though Qinglian is in great pain, Qin Zhengqing still doesn't let Qinglian rest, and is as strict as usual.

The melodious music seems to be the dance of bare feet on the tip of the knife. Under the cool breeze, there is a layer of fine sweat on Qinglian's forehead. The master is angry.

Qing Lian felt very depressed, he knew best that this master emphasized the conduct of a gentleman and was honest and virtuous, but he was humiliated by others in the street that day when he went out to provoke people, it was already a disgrace to his virtue, his father never forgave him, and he felt very sad.In fact, Qinglian didn't make a big mistake at all, she just needs someone to explain it from the side, but Qinglian didn't dare to tell this master, so she burrowed into the bull's horn.

This is when Jiarui finally came to Xiaoxie, grabbed Qin Zhengqing's hand, restrained his surprised expression and worshiped figure, which of course also interrupted Qinglian's flute.Before Qin Zhengqing could open his mouth, Jiarui hurriedly said, "Isn't this the famous musician Mr. Qin? It's a great honor to meet you here." Rui Jia, the cousin of the third prince's brother-in-law of the Wangfu, visited with the prince today, and was attracted by the spring scenery in the garden, so he is very polite." Jiarui made up his identity indiscriminately.

Qin Zhengqing didn't like to see the emperor in front of him very much, and he was very contemptuous of his behavior of always making some beautiful words and singing in the palace.And Qinglian felt that the young man in front of her was very kind-hearted and heroic, so she couldn't help feeling good in her heart.However, Qinglian, who was rarely seen, did not notice the strange look in the eyes of the master and the visitor.

Although Qin Zhengqing didn't like the emperor, he didn't dare to openly disobey the king's intentions. Since Jiarui didn't want to be exposed here, and he didn't want to see him, Qin Zhengqing turned to Qinglian and said, "Practice music well!" , don't think about it anymore, if you play like this again next time, you will definitely be punished, understand? Qinglian!"

Seeing Qinglian nodded silently, Qin Zhengqing saluted Jiarui respectfully and said, "I'll take my leave first." Jiarui didn't say anything, but just as Qin Zhengqing left, he was stopped by the apprentice beside him. After a while, seeing Qinglian got up and left without saying anything, although he knew that this disciple had something hidden in his heart, but now that the emperor was present, it was not easy to ask carefully.

"Mr. Qin" Qing Lian called out again, hesitated for a while, ignored the presence of an outsider like Rui Jia, walked up to Qin Zhengqing, knelt down, and said, "My apprentice Qing Lian knows that Mr.'s birthday will be in two days. I'm afraid I won't be able to go to pay my respects at that time, so when we meet today, I will let my disciples play a song for Mr. Qinglian to comfort Qinglian." After finishing speaking, he carefully kowtowed three times.

An ancient music "Oulu Wangji", the sound of the piano flows out from Qinglian's fingertips, making people seem to see the sun and the sun, the sunset on the Cangjiang River, the birds and the harmony, soaring complacently, the sea Weng Wangji, the Oulu Heron A peaceful place that does not fly.Qinglian's gestures are graceful, picking or brushing, or wiping or picking, but this piano is not like playing a flute, her right hand brushes over the ice strings, Qinglian frowns and plays, all of this seems familiar to Jiarui .

波心

Qinglian reluctantly caressed Qu to celebrate her birthday, how could Qin Zhengqing not be moved?However, since the emperor was by his side, he didn't say much, he helped Qinglian up and gave some instructions before getting up to leave.Jia Rui looked at Qinglian, and the feeling of déjà vu from just now lingered in his heart, which made Jia Rui unhappy, but he couldn't explain why.

Because the emperor suddenly lost interest, he resigned after not staying for long. Fortunately, Qinglian didn't recognize that she was the one who had met once, and she also resigned on the pretext that she had been traveling for a long time. Meet again.

In fact, although Qinglian has a lot of affection for Jiarui, she doesn't take it too seriously. In addition, her hand injury was so severe that the swelling and pain were unbearable. She couldn't even hold the chopsticks that night, so she stayed in Qingyun Pavilion to read the music quietly the next day. I didn't know that Jiarui really came as promised, and Xiaoxie waited for a long time in the lake yesterday before returning.

It was already night when Qinglian knew that a young master Ruijia had been waiting for her for a long time, she felt very guilty, and ordered Tong Lan and Tong Shu to prepare piano sets, books and tea early the next morning, and went to the small pavilion in the middle of the lake I am looking forward to the return of Mr. Ruijia today so that I can apologize for what happened yesterday.

As expected, Rui Jia came here in the afternoon. Since the children's mansion is full of literati, Jiarui and his party, who are well-dressed and well-dressed, easily entered the Tong's mansion. He left his servant and went alone to the small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

In fact, Jiarui didn't really want to meet Qinglian, but out of curiosity, for this son who was only a little more handsome, Tong Yi, who had always been quiet, would go out of his way and lie in front of the court. That Qinglian just looked a little weaker than ordinary people, and there was nothing wrong with meeting her the day before yesterday.

Tong Jingyu's promotion to the first-class bodyguard of Chenxi Palace means that Jiarui will not fail to understand, but the recent anomalies in the Tong family seem to be related to this little-known Qinglian. The sinister feeling of the situation made Jiarui even more determined to find out.

Before reaching the middle of the lake, the sound of the flute has already drifted into Jiarui's ears, and he can't hear what the song is. He just feels that the clear and melodious music seems to be riding the spring breeze, with the fragrance of flowers permeating his heart. , It makes people feel refreshed.In fact, as far as Qinglian is concerned with flute art, she has already achieved great success. What she lacks is the appeal of the music performance. Today, she has no worries, and the joy comes from her heart, and it is natural.

For Qinglian, who has never had a friend before, getting to know Jiarui is always a joy. Since Qinglian does not know current events, she would not have thought that Jiarui, the emperor of the dynasty, was named Liyang King before he ascended the throne. Lian only felt that the Ruijia son who met in front of her eyes was bright and heroic, with a profound background, knowledgeable about the past and the present, and knew a lot of anecdotes and anecdotes.

In the past few days, Jiarui has been coming to Tongfu to talk about tea with Qinglian in the middle of the lake. With an extraordinary appearance and being tired of life in the palace, Jiarui was happy to come to Tong's mansion every day as a guest until Tong Yi and his son returned from Qingzhou.

A few days later, Tong Yi counted the time and returned to the capital. After going to the Ministry of Officials for vacation, he first went to Qin Zhengqing's Shaoya Music Hall.Because of Tong Yi's childhood with Qin Zhengqing