Qingchuan History

Chapter 223

Ruan Xueyin's remark made it wrong to say it, and it would be even more inappropriate not to say it.

She silently recorded Gu Chunfeng's account, took the towel from Yunxi's hand, wiped it on her lips, and said, "I'm used to putting things away, but I can't find them when someone sorts them out." Glancing at the North Seat, I held back and didn't turn my head, "For example, I have a copy of "Jizhong Chronicles", someone moved it on their own initiative, and it took me a month to find it."

Because Chunfeng's words were exaggerated and appropriate, Gu Xinglang didn't want to stop him and didn't want to agree too much. He was taking a sip of tea to avoid the limelight. Hearing the words were funny, he almost choked in his throat after taking a sip of tea like Ruan Xueyin did. eyes.

But Yunxi answered cautiously:
"It was a servant who wiped the bookshelf by mistake one day. Be careful in the future."

At such a high place, you are about the same size as me, no matter how wrong you are, you can't go wrong, right?Can you still take a ladder by mistake?Ruan Xueyin turned her head and glared at her again, thinking to herself, you know how to smooth things over now, why did you make up the knife to hurt people just now?

"Since you know that your master doesn't like others to touch her books, be more careful in the future." This was a tussle with Jing Tingge, but the farce that broke out halfway was already a waste of time, Gu Xinglang ended the topic calmly, and turned And to the two seats next to Ruan Xueyin, he continued:

"Speaking of which, "Guangling Zhixi" is one of the most famous piano songs, and it seems to be comparable to "High Mountain and Flowing Water"? But according to my little experience of listening to the piano, such as "High Mountain and Flowing Water" has a gentle rhythm. , Empty and distant repertoire seems to be the mainstream of qin music, "Guangling Zhixi" is passionate and strong, it seems not typical, but it is so respected."

Looking at where the eyes are going, this discussion should be aimed at both Jing Tingge and Shangguan Concubine.And the latter was exceptionally silent today, and in Jing Tingge's view, it was not just because of the embarrassing situation——

Awareness of current affairs but few words, self-knowledge and gentleness are the first steps to softening people's hearts.

After a long session of persuasion in the afternoon, it was not without effect.

She was quite relieved, and took the initiative to say:
"I guess it's because of the wonderful story behind the song? In peacetime, compared to the friendship between friends with mountains and rivers, the legend of revenge is always more popular in the world, and it is more exciting to tell."

Gu Xinglang's eyes sparkled, he was quite interested: "I would like to hear the details."

Chunyue felt strange.Although Gu Xinglang doesn't like singing and dancing, he has listened to the piano on and off for 20 years since he was born in the royal family, let alone this kind of famous music.And with his wide range of reading and reading, especially his proficiency in history, how could he not know what stories are told in "Guangling Zhixi"?

Why do you have to guide step by step and ask Jingting Song to speak out?

Bystanders clear, the authorities are fascinated.

But the ruler is shorter and the inch is longer.

Jing Tingge didn't think that Gu Xinglang must know this story, so she didn't think it was strange for him to ask this question, but she was happy to express it, and said eloquently:
"In ancient times, there was a man named Nie Zheng. His father cast swords for the king, but he was killed because he delayed the prescribed time. Nie Zheng was determined to avenge his father. He went to the mountain middle school to learn piano for ten years, and became famous all over the world. The king called This person entered the palace to play. And Nie Zheng did not know where he learned the art of disguise in the past ten years, so that when he entered the palace, no one recognized him as the son of the swordsmith." I'm aware of it, but the words have come to this point, and the words must be finished,
"Nie Zheng entered the palace, and the qin was played in the hall. Just as the king and everyone were intoxicated by the sound of the qin and lost their vigilance, he suddenly took out the sword hidden in the qin, and assassinated the king in one fell swoop, and his revenge was avenged."

I don't know if Jing Ting Gesheng is suitable for telling revenge stories, or her stern and fierce spirit fits with this kind of plot. With a few words and no deliberate exaggeration, the sense of picture is extremely strong.

"According to this story, some people in later generations compose a qin song, which is impassioned and shakes the mountains and rivers. It is called "Guangling Stopping". It is a pity that no one knows who made this song."

unimportant.Gu Xinglang thought.It doesn't matter who did it, as long as the story is complete.

The lake wind suddenly picked up.

Autumn nights are cold.

Ruan Xueyin suddenly realized what he was doing.

In the autumn night, the sky is cloudy and the moon is full, and everything else is long.Abandoning human affairs forever, my way pays Cangzhou.

Then she heard Gu Chunfeng's voice from the west of the water pavilion and the east of the lake.

"How many decades are there in a person's life." Chunfeng looked sleepy, his cheeks were reddish, as if he had been drinking?
"Some people spend ten years of their life avenging their father, and some people spend ten years of their life defending their father's life. That Nie Zheng's father, Quan Xia, should be relieved." The redness on her cheeks gradually spread upwards, so that her eye sockets became redder, " Where's your father?" She didn't turn her head, and her eyes were directly on Shangguan's concubine.
"He's living a good life, and he doesn't need anyone to avenge him. Why should he ruin his daughter's life? If he dies, he's ruined, so why should he lie? If he cheats, he's cheated, so why should he," she paused, and said harshly, Finally said ten words:
"Do bloody things, and leave your hands to others."

Gu Xinglang knew the meaning of these ten words.

Gu Chunyue also knew.

Ruan Xueyin and Jing Tingge didn't know.

Naturally, several attendants including Yunxi Tangli pretended not to hear, but secretly wondered whose life Madam Jin's father ruined?Isn't Madam Jin's father's daughter Madam Jin herself?
What is the bloodbath?
Shangguan concubine could not respond to these ten words.She was puzzled at first, then there was a strong shock, and then she became suspicious, and her palms were already sweaty.

If that was discovered, if it had been—

Gu Xinglang couldn't have reacted like this.It's impossible for him not to come and question her, it's impossible for him to still live in the Boiled Rain Palace as the fourth wife——

After that last evening in October, he never even came to the Temple of Boiled Rain again.And that evening, he obviously didn't know it yet.

I didn't know it at that time, which proves that Ah Ji didn't say it; I didn't say it at that time, and it's even more impossible to say it later.According to his father's account, the potted flower had already been annihilated in the smoke and dust of time, and it was impossible to dig out any causal logic.

So Chunfeng's words about bloodshed at this moment are probably just a metaphor.She was blaming them for plotting Ah Ji's half life.That's all.

Then silence is still the best response.

She didn't speak, and quietly looked at the clean marble floor between herself and Chunfeng. The moonlight was shining brightly, pouring in from all directions of the water pavilion, illuminating the distance that was long or short or not long into an endless river of stars.

In just eight months of being together, the friendship between the girls of time has sunk almost ritually at this moment.

And the so-called friendship between her and Gu Chunfeng, from the beginning to the end, is just a long bridge and a ferry boat, which can connect her daily meeting with Shangguan Xi.

The beauty of a good day is empty.she thinks.

"Your Highness has drunk wine, and the wind on the shore of the lake may make you feel unwell. A Yi, help Your Highness go back first." Like all the time points today, Gu Xinglang always interrupts when the conversation has come and is about to be finished.

"Ninth brother, I haven't finished yet." As if she was really drunk, Gu Chunfeng stood up, and the whole person pulled away, "It's all your fault." She stared at Shangguan concubine, her eyes became redder, and her eyes suddenly rushed Tears seemed to be soaking blood, "She didn't do anything wrong. You don't want her to bear all the blame! There are families like you in the world, bastards, devils! I can't spare you, I—"

"Take Your Highness Chunfeng back." Gu Xinglang's voice sank, and the suddenly increased volume reverberated among the watery sky and moonlit lakeshore.

"Where's the person? Why don't you come in to help?" Seeing that A Yi couldn't hold Gu Chunfeng back, Diyan frowned and raised her voice.

A few palace people from outside trotted in. Seeing this posture, they didn't know where to start. They eagerly surrounded Gu Chunfeng's master and servant, but they made no progress.Gu Chunyue finally grimaced, stood up and greeted Gu Xinglang respectfully:
"I'll take her back."

(End of this chapter)