Dream Continues Red Mansion: Melting Daixin

Baoyu has nowhere to tell his heart, only to watch Sister Lin dejected, and he himself is sad and nameless.And Daiyu put her sadness on the Yaoqin and played her heart.

The night is quiet and the people are silent, and the Qingyue piano sound passes through the night sky and spreads far away.

And Jia Mansion is not far from the imperial city.

However, in the imperial palace, Emperor Shui Ming reviewed the memorial presented by Shui Rong from the border, and reported the state of affairs at the border, reporting safety.

Shui Ming paused at the memorials as high as two hills, his eyes were a little sore.He shook his head, extremely helpless, all this is his responsibility that he cannot shirk, and he has to protect the country and country passed down by his ancestors.

Everyone in the world envies him as the ninety-five-year-old, but how many people can understand his hard work?

Glancing at the two piles of memorials, I couldn't help but feel depressed. Thinking about the last time I discussed poetry in water, I don't know when it was?For a while, I didn't write poems or listen to the piano.

There is a desire to push away everything in front of you.Shui Ming originally liked piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and expressed affection for mountains and rivers, but unexpectedly got caught up in state affairs and couldn't help himself.

Shui Ming rubbed his aching forehead, resting on his arms.

In the stupor and silence, I heard the melodious sound of the piano, the sound of the piano, if there is nothing, followed the sound of the wind into my ears, I couldn't help sitting upright and listening carefully, I could only hear the sound of the piano like a complaint, mellow and flowing, as tender as water, and as soft as water. The atmosphere is majestic, and he is fascinated by it, and he really can't stop it.

It must be played by a woman, and this woman's mind is no less than that of a man's. There is a trace of broadness in the watery tenderness, and there is a faint desire to fly to the blue sky.

I can't help but see the scene of getting along with the Taifu and his wife in the Lin Mansion back then. Under the moonlight, the soft and charming wife is also stroking the piano, fluttering like a fairy from the dust. The Taifu and his wife are sitting opposite each other, silently smiling at each other. It is endless affection.But silence is better than sound.

Shui Ming was aroused when he heard it, when the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, the shadows of Tai Tuo and Mistress also became blurred and gradually disappeared.Shui Ming couldn't help shouting: "Teacher, don't leave, I still want to listen to the piano."

After the first pause, the person suddenly woke up.

Still in the palace, there are still two stacks of memorials in front of me, where there is no shadow of the Taifu and Mistress.

Shui Ming sat alone, thinking about the situation when he was young, thinking about the sound of the zither, he felt that many troubles could be put away in the sound of the zither.I want to listen to this kind of qin more. Who in the inner palace can play such a beautiful qin?

Concubine Xiao, the daughter of King Nan'an, Concubine Wu, daughter of King Zhongshun, nobleman Zhou, and Concubine Yuan.

Maybe Concubine Yuan can.

It was because of her poems and soothing zither music that Yuanchun won the emperor's favor back then, and her eyes were clear back then.

Shui Ming couldn't help standing up and said to the deacon and eunuch, "Put on the frame and go to Fengzao Palace."

Shui Ming strode forward, and the eunuchs trotted behind with their lights on.

Candlelight was burning in Fengzao Palace, and Yuanchun hadn't rested yet. She also heard the sound of the qin, bowed her head and touched her Yaoqin lightly. .

When the emperor arrived, Yuan Chun was both surprised and happy, and knelt down under the bright yellow dress.

Yuan Chun felt relieved, the emperor hadn't been to Fengzao Palace for a long time, his face couldn't help showing joy, he stood up to welcome the emperor into the palace.

Yuan Chun held the bird's nest porridge with rock sugar in his own hands. The emperor took a sip and looked up at Yuan Chun, who was thinly powdered with flour. She was elegant and dignified, and she was still as beautiful as three years ago. There are also mixed emotions.The emperor secretly said: I have been with you for three or four years, but I can't find the innocence of the past in her body, and she also has a scheming and deep taste.

The emperor chose Yuan Chun because she was talented, virtuous and virtuous at that time, and she had a touch of innocence in her eyes, which made her stand out among many beautiful women, and she would not be like other concubines because of The emperor's indifference and complaints.

After several years of strife in the harem, Yuan Chun concealed her innocence, and gradually became more scheming.

The emperor sighed, motioned her to sit down, put down the small jade bowl and said, "I haven't listened to your qin for a long time, and I want you to play a piece tonight."

Yuan Chun saw the tired look on the emperor's face, and knew that he was tired day and night, and his spirit was exhausted, so the emperor should take a rest.Yuan Chun lifts the gauze cover from the piano, sits down and caresses a piece.The melodious sound of the zither came out, the emperor closed his eyes and listened intently, the gentle and soft voice contained elegance, and it was as gorgeous and dignified as Yuanchun, the emperor suddenly lost interest, he felt sleepy, and his eyes gradually closed.

Yuan Chun raised her head and saw, her heart was filled with distress and tenderness. The majestic man sitting in the dragon chair was originally a high-ranking man who ruled the world, but he was her husband, the man she wanted to obey for the rest of her life.It suddenly occurred to her that his husband was the emperor, and his warmth was not hers alone.Tomorrow night, he doesn't know where to rest.

An imperceptible sigh came out of her lips, and she also complained.

He took a coat, which was the emperor's old clothes, and put it lightly on him, but the emperor woke up, opened his eyes and waved his hands, saying: "Forget it, I don't want to hear it anymore, I will serve you with pen and ink."

Yuan Chun hid the tenderness and resentment on her face, the faint expression, the emperor's expression of impatience, she was a little hurt in her heart.In this palace, her literary talent is relatively good, and the emperor also liked to listen to her qin.Could it be that the emperor is restless and can't listen to the piano?Yuan Chun pressed his heart, stretched out his jade wrist, spread paper and rubbed ink.

The emperor pondered for a moment, recalled the sound of the piano he heard in his dream, and wrote down the music score, but he couldn't write it all. After writing, he threw the pen, handed the score to Yuan Chun and said, "You play this score again."

Yuan Chun took it over and read it from the beginning, it was really good, and said with joy on his face: "Your Majesty, where did you get this, I have never seen such a good song again."

She actually liked it very much.

The emperor leaned on the back of the dragon chair and said, "You just play."

Yuan Chunfu returned to his seat, with a lift of his wrist, his fingertips flowed crisply, and Yuan Chunyuan could also play very well. It sounds perfect and impeccable to most people.

Yuan Chun looked carefully at the emperor's expression, hoping that the emperor would open his face and relieve the emperor's worries, which is her merit.

But seeing the emperor frowning slightly, with disappointment on his face, he still waved his hands.Yuan Chun's qin sound lacks the woman's euphemism, elegance and emptiness, and lacks aura.

The emperor then remembered that when he was still the prince, he was a guest in Lin's mansion. Lin Ruhai and his wife Jia Min played the piano and flute together, the phoenix and the phoenix sang in harmony, and his heart seemed to be kneaded into the sound of the piano.He worships Lin Ruhai as his teacher right now, and her teacher's wife, who has a daughter, is still as soft and beautiful as a girl.

I still vaguely remember the little girl named Yu'er, who was carved in pink and jade, soft and weak, with a pair of black eyes that were watery, and her voice was soft and crisp. He held her in his arms and was reluctant to let go.

Lin Ruhai was not only talented in literature, he was also good at economics, and the revenue of the imperial court at that time was all dependent on him.It is a pity that he died young.Probably because of the deep love between husband and wife, because his wife died of frailty, Lin Ruhai chased after love and left.

How is that little girl?Busy with state affairs these years, I almost forgot about the descendants of the Lin family.

It's only because the Taifu repeatedly entrusted her to make her only daughter carefree, and never let Yu'er grow up in the palace. First, she became the target of public criticism, and second, she lost her true nature.

Shui Ming stretched his thick eyebrows, walked to the front of the piano, plucked the strings with his fingers, and the sound under his fingertips flowed like a bead curtain, as delicate as jade lake carved railings, flowing out the last trace of aura hidden in his heart, but there was no such thing as the one he heard just now The hazyness in the general reality, the natural clarity, and a kind of gold and jade carving, a kind of delicacy.Shui Ming slightly frowned, the piano sound he wanted was not like this.

Concubine Yuan smiled lightly and said, "The emperor played well."

Shui Ming said indifferently: "But it shouldn't feel like this."

Concubine Yuan was taken aback, even though she was clever and quick-witted, she couldn't guess what the emperor was thinking at this moment, so she could only lower her eyes and bow her head, and said nothing.

"If Emperor Rong is here, I won't worry about not hearing him, but he is going to the border at this time." The emperor sighed.

Concubine Yuan said softly: "Imperial brother has been away for a while, I don't know how he is doing."

Shui Ming never let go of his eyebrows, he frowned slightly and said: "I am worried about his marriage, why is there no woman who can fall into his eyes?"

Concubine Yuan said softly: "Even if there is a woman who doesn't like her, it's not easy to force him to go. Only when he wants to go is he at ease. Your Majesty, don't worry too much about this matter."

Following the emperor's thoughts, Concubine Yuan knew that the emperor had always been close to Shui Rong, so she agreed, but she didn't know that the emperor sighed in her heart at this moment: How many pure-hearted women are buried in this huge harem.

Just because as the emperor, he had no choice but to choose the three thousand in the harem. If it wasn't for this, he would really like to be like water, with only one heart, one mind, and a pair of people.

Although she knew that Concubine Yuan's words were nothing more than catering to her, but there was some truth in it.The emperor envied Shui Rong for no reason.

The emperor got up and said: "You take a rest, don't wait for me."

There was a hint of thoughtfulness in his tone, Yuan Chun couldn't help but see hot, and respectfully sent the emperor out of Fengzao Palace.Looking back, she called Baoqin: "Take off this palace attire."

But the emperor went back to the royal study, and wrote a reply on the memorial: "Get it done quickly, and return quickly if there is nothing to do." In front of the tent of the frontier fortress, the moonlight slanted down his white clothes, and he sat alone on a solitary log in water. A jade flute is on the lips.

The autumn wind at the border is whistling like a sore throat, blowing on the body is cool, but the water dissolves but I don't feel it.The emperor ordered him to come out of the border, taking advantage of his wish, he could avoid the enthusiasm of the emperor and his father for his marriage.

But he couldn't escape his heart.

The water solution is full, he was originally young, handsome, elegant, elegant and refined, the prince and grandson of his age already have wives and concubines, and he has no concubine, let alone a bed warmer.

His friends laughed at him for his high-mindedness, and no princess, princess, or Miss Gonghou left any shadow in his heart.Friends always have to complain in the end, he is too good, and he is always a little peculiar.

In fact, this young man in prime of life has already carefully tasted all kinds of women he has seen in his heart, thinking that there is no woman he can look forward to for his whole life.

Flowery daughters flashed through his mind one by one:

Her sister is noble yet gentle, quiet, elegant and fragrant like a lily.

Princess Dongping is lively, lively, and healthy. Although she is a bit willful and pampered, she is still as fresh and pleasant as a white magnolia.

Cousin Zhi Qiaowan is gentle, charming, affectionate and docile, clinging to each other like a bird.

Miaoyu is knowledgeable and intelligent, but she is cold, aloof, and elegant and clean to the point of inhumanity.

Xue's female temperament is elegant, dignified like a princess, and gorgeous like a peony.

Jia's Tanchun is bold and energetic, as gorgeous as a rose

It's true that "scattered flowers gradually become charming eyes", people are like a hundred flowers, but even though these women are good, they are not water-soluble and thirsty.The woman in his dream should be noble, a kind of nobility of heart, with glamorous talent, a touch of beauty and fragrance, serene and indifferent, like a plum blossom, pure and elegant like a lotus, like a chrysanthemum Light, peaceful and quiet, and her soul is as beautiful as her human being.

He used to think that such a woman was hard to find in the world, and he was destined to be alone all his life.

Only the woman he caught a glimpse of had tugged at his heartstrings.

But he can't rest assured on her, because he is Baoyu's confidant.Baoyu wants people who die together, but she is stupid for her.

He admired that woman's uniqueness, her poetry and talent, she was a rare woman with a soul.

He has a very close relationship with Jia Baoyu.When I saw Jia Baoyu Shui Rong for the first time, I fell in love with this young man, with a pink face and red lips, and eyes that were clean, not yet contaminated by the taint of the world.And his daughter Rushui's strange talk also made him agree.After a lot of contacts, he began to talk about everything. From Baoyu's words, he had a vague understanding of his cousin, Miss Lin, whose boudoir name was Lin Daiyu.When Baoyu talked about his sister Lin, his eyes were full of infatuated love and admiration, which couldn't hide his passion.Whenever there is something novel, Baoyu will always give it to his sister Lin without thinking.

He often laughed at Baoyu, but he could understand Baoyu's nostalgia for sister Lin in his heart.

When Baoyu said with a smile that the string of rosary beads given to him by Master Shui was thrown away by his sister Lin and refused to take it, there was a ripple in his heart.Shui Rong respected Miss Lin spontaneously, what a noble girl she is!Afterwards, Baoyu kept his sister Lin in every sentence, and the poems of sister Lin came out as soon as he uttered them. Shui Rong saw a sentimental girl in the poems of this girl who had never met, a woman with a poetic soul, and a woman struggling in the world. An honest girl.

Gradually, the girl's soul resided in his heart, and he felt as if he had known her for a long time.It's just that the woman didn't know him.

Reason made him understand that she was Jia Baoyu's favorite woman, and any unreasonable thoughts he had were unrighteous to his friends.

He didn't know what this woman thought about Baoyu, but he felt that Baoyu and her were close friends, and Jia Baoyu would never be able to do without her.Jia Baoyu was lucky, to be accompanied by such an outstanding and unique girl, he couldn't help but envy Jia Baoyu's luck.Because such a girl is rare in the world, and it is hard to find.

However, that Lin Daiyu is good in every way, good in every way, there is still a trace in his Shui Rong heart that he still can't approve.

As a friend, he knows Baoyu's intentions, but is Miss Lin also kind and righteous?

Baoyu doesn't like fame, but will Miss Lin really be willing?

Between Baoyu and Jinjieyutang, will Miss Lin stick to Baoyu's affection?

Is her heart as holy as jade?

After the song, Shui Rong shook his head and blamed himself for thinking too much. What did Miss Lin do to Baoyu, and what did she have to do with him?If Miss Lin has love and righteousness, it is Baoyu's blessing; if Miss Lin seeks wealth and glory, what is there for him to think about.

Or should we think about whether Baoyu is safe?Where should the black mist be?Can the tortoiseshell ever restrain evil spirits?I hope he makes it back in time.

It was in such a mind that Shui Rong received the emperor's reminder to return the imperial pen.