Qinglian Snow Heavy

Qinglian didn't want to be underestimated because of this.

It wasn't until the moon was in full swing that Buti came back with a food box and a bag. This trip to Shangshan Supervisor took more than an hour.In the end, Qinglian couldn't help worrying, so she stood outside the house and waited.Seeing Buti drooping his head, looking very dejected, he took the food box in Buti's hand and welcomed him into the house.

The room hadn't been lit yet, buti put down the food box and silently took a broken candle from the cloth bag he brought back and lit it. Qinglian saw the swollen finger marks on Buti's face through the candlelight.Qinglian was shocked, she pulled Buti to sit down and asked the reason, but Buti didn't dare to sit down, sobbing and cursing while putting the food on the table:

"I'm sorry, my lord. The servants are useless, and the dishes are cold. Just use them. It's too late to go back to the Shangshan prison to change them. Woohoo, none of them are good people, bah, I just went to get some candle charcoal tea medicine, as a gift." Can a bitch be eaten, and what can I use to perfuse it. Mr. Qinglian, aren't you a dignified music historian in the Yuefu? Why do they still treat you like this!"

Knowing that Buti met Sun Chengbin and was wronged when he went to ask for medicine for herself, Qinglian felt very sorry, and tried to persuade Buti to have dinner at the same table, but she couldn't comfort the bullying and favor from the deep palace. left out.Because of Qinglian's comfort, Buti cried for a while, even though everyone had dinner at the same table, Buti still served Qinglian very attentively, and took care of everything before going to rest.

Although it was late at night, the heat from the scorching summer hadn't dissipated all day, and the room was stuffy, so Qinglian asked Buti to lock the small courtyard door, and then left the door open.The room Qinglian lives in is very simple, nothing more than a table, a chair, a pavilion and a bed. Qinglian sits on the bed, watching the moonlight pouring into the room.

Qinglian's injuries were all on her back, she couldn't lean on her back, it was very excruciating, the pain like maggots attached to her bones made Qinglian unable to sleep, she wrapped her clothes in her shoes and stood under the moonlight.Qinglian looked up at the sky, at this time the bright moon was hidden under a thin cloud, emitting a soft halo, and the sky was full of stars, shining brightly for nine days.

Looking at the vast expanse of stars, Qinglian couldn't help but think of the man named Han Chen, with deep and bright eyes, shining like stars, as if they were shining right in front of her eyes.When I think of Jiarui Qinglian, I can't stop thinking about the past. Thinking of the "Cold River and Remnant Snow" that I heard so heart-warmingly on the Moonlight Stage that night, I thought:

In fact, you have always kept in mind the appointment of a gentleman in the past.Han Chen, today's words are really forced, I was moved by those rumors, do you mind?It really hurts me that we are taking advantage of our relationship like this.Hanchen, when will you come back so that I can be your musician.Why are you all not here, but leave me here alone...

Qinglian caressed the armband left by her mother on her left arm, absorbing the peace of mind and peace of mind from her relatives for a moment.Bihai Qingtian is heartbroken every night, so is Qinglian the only one who Mochizuki thinks about?Jia Rui was looking at the moon leaning on the fence in the Fengshan Palace, and what he thought of in his heart was naturally Qinglian who was far away in Kyoto.Today, when Jiarui heard the news that Qinglian was recruited into the palace by Xiaochun, he actually felt relieved, and thought to himself: Qinglian, you belong to me!

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It has been three days since Qinglian entered the palace, but she has not been summoned, as if she was forgotten in this remote corner.Qinglian has been grounded since she was a child, so she doesn't feel bored being trapped here. She practices music very seriously every day, and doesn't care about other things.However, so what if she cared, facing the worse and worse meals brought back by Buti, Qinglian was really helpless.

Perhaps because the news of being punished by the Yuefu spread in the palace, Qinglian's career card of music history was no longer as useful as the first time, every day Buti had to scold those snobbish supervisors in front of Qinglian People, how to humiliate people like myself who do not rely on power in the palace.Qinglian couldn't comfort her, maybe it was her own incompetence that caused Buti to be bullied.

Although following Qinglian Buti did not get the expected reliance and protection, but facing the kind and modest Qinglian, Buti served wholeheartedly.Seeing that Qinglian's injury was serious and he couldn't get any medicine, Buti secretly used his monthly money to go to Shangshan Prison to exchange for a small bag of salt and two bottles of spirits, because he saw the blood stains on the clothes on Qinglian's back. .

Qinglian had a low fever all day, it was because of the inflammation of the wound, so Qinglian was very grateful when Buti sent salt and wine, but she had to express her gratitude.As the second son of the dignified General Jingbian's mansion, at this time Qinglian has no possessions, not even anything to reward others. Now Qinglian finally understands the purpose of Tongxi giving her money when she entered the palace.

When Qinglian gritted her teeth and endured the pain of the saline dripping through the wound like a needle pricking a fire, Qinglian wanted to understand her current situation.Perhaps only when out of the shade can a person grow and become truly strong.Although in just a few days, Qinglian understood from the cold human feelings in the real deep palace how she has been protected for so many years.Qinglian felt that even though she was so unbearable in Lantai before, she was still protected by Jiarui.

Qinglian took some wine to help Buti loosen the blood under his ribs, but the rest was useless, so she asked Buti to put it away, because Qinglian knew that it might be needed in the future.Qinglian is very clear that it will take a long time for Jiarui and her father and brother to come back this time, so since she insists, she must have the preparation and courage to persevere.

Although Qinglian was injured, she practiced so hard that she could barely lift her left arm. Due to Qinglian's superb skills, most of the scores sent by Wang Lian were memorized within a few days.As a court musician, she had to play off the score, so Qinglian spent every afternoon in her room memorizing the endless soundtracks for the play, and today Empress Xiaochun finally sent someone to deliver the music.

Qinglian packed up her attire, gave Buti a few words, and then went with the people.Along the way, Qinglian carried the flute box, straightened her back and walked very straightly. Although the wound on her back was still painful when the rough cloth rubbed against it, Qinglian didn't mind.Qinglian frowned and raised her head forward, secretly determined in her heart, she must not let others underestimate her here, and she must never underestimate herself!

Qinglian went to the side hall where she saw Queen Huimin when she came. The hall is very cool, even with the curtains drawn down, it looks a bit dark.When Qinglian met the empress, she was very respectful and courteous, making it difficult to find fault.

Today is July Half Ghost Festival, Xiaochun is not very at ease as in previous years.Xiaochun remembers the year when she first entered the palace, on the night of July [-]th, under the moonlight, Jiarui pulled her to play along Beihai Lake, but met Yan Lan, but at that time the little girl thought she saw a ghost.That ghost was hanging from the beams of a gazebo on the shore of Beihai Lake. His body was stained with blood, his long hair was hanging loose, his face was as white as transparent, and he was biting a flute in his mouth. The blood glaringly flowed down the corner of his mouth. There is also a faint green light.

At that time, Xiaochun was so frightened that he fell ill, although later he found out that it was the Priest of Yueguo who was imprisoned in Lantai, not a ghost.But back then, he was terribly frightened, so every July and a half, Xiaochun always felt uncomfortable and hairy.So Xiaochun didn't go anywhere today, just leaned on the beauty's couch and watched the small eunuchs in the palace play for fun, but at the end of the day, he also felt heartless, and thinking of Qinglian made people feel relieved.

There are musical instruments placed in a corner of the hall, and several small eunuchs are waiting there, waiting for the Queen's next order.Qinglian used to stand with them in the past, not out of disobedience with the eunuchs, so Empress Xiaochun ordered a few tunes that she liked to listen to on weekdays for Qinglian to play.Qinglian's skills are naturally exquisite, the melody flows out from Qinglian's fingertips, the rhythm is clear and clear, like a spring, Xiaochun never imagined that Qinglian has such a skill in her hands.In contrast, the performances of the former small supervisors were simply unbearable, so Qinglian was repeatedly asked to play for a long time.

But no matter how beautiful the tune is, the interest will diminish if you listen to it too much, let alone the tune you are familiar with on weekdays, so after more than half an hour, Xiaochun asked Qinglian to stop.Putting away the bamboo flute, Qinglian's left hand raised for a long time was already stiff, and every inch she lowered felt like tearing pain.

Nothing happened for a while, Xiaochun thought of the voice of nature that he heard on the day of offering sacrifices to heaven, and he couldn't help being excited again. He ordered the cold eunuchs on the side to sing and perform music again, and asked Qinglian to write down the lyrics, and then dedicated them to the queen. Sing.Although Qinglian bowed her head to say yes, but her heart was filled with coldness. Although the musician is also for the entertainment of others, he is also a scholar of etiquette and music, and now he pretends to be an actor to entertain others!Sure enough, it was still underestimated.

Although Qinglian was displeased, she didn't explode, knowing that she had nothing to rely on now, so she had to let the situation go, as long as it didn't harm the morals of a gentleman, he would put down his temper and do his own job well, and stop causing trouble for Yuefu.When the sound of silk and bamboo sounds, Qinglian holds her breath and concentrates, carefully memorizing the shrill singing and melody of a small prison.

"Chun Xing is coming to an end, the love is tired, the beauty should not show off the beauty. Self-inverted, self-sufficient, all kinds of tastes are deep. Lower your head and look at Wuyang, let the ups and downs, just like the waves sailing. Seeing the soul, the soul It's hard to support, let's discuss it later." Qinglian stopped frowning, this is a song about watching the tide, Qinglian learned it when she was young in Tongfeng Building, she never expected to hear this melody again in Weiwei Palace.

Qinglian always felt that the lyrics sounded wrong, but she wrote them down carefully. After the eunuchs finished the demonstration, Empress Xiaochun signaled that Qinglian had no choice but to insist on singing along with the music.Qinglian's singing really lingered, and everyone in the hall was intoxicated by it.

Xiaochun was not satisfied after singing it once, told Qinglian not to stop, and then waved to the small supervisor beside him, signaling to continue the good show just now.After memorizing the lyrics, Qinglian raised her head, and the two young eunuchs who were playing music just now walked into the hall, removed her clothes in twos and twos, two naked bodies rolled and intertwined on the ground,