Qingchuan History

Chapter 262
Is this person really well fed?

The friction between the ears and the neck had already begun, she was helpless, and she had no choice but to bear it. While being agitated by this extremely frivolous expression, she blushed, and then she began to think about the truth.

From the day she came back to today.

There really is no rest overnight.Is everyone like this, is everyone like this?
But when he went to the various halls earlier, it was clearly a period of ten days and a half months, and he was clearly restrained.

Thinking of this, she felt quite uneasy, and inexplicably felt some panic that "the king will not go to court early".She hid for a few times, but naturally to no avail, she provoked the other party even more, and pushed him again:

"you listen to me."

"I don't listen." He didn't have time, he wouldn't be fooled by "listen to me", he still answered vaguely between his neck.

"There is no such thing as you." The shoulders were full of whiteness, and he skillfully opened the thin belt.

Gu Xinglang didn't talk to her at all.

Ruan Xueyin's breath gradually became chaotic, and she was disturbed by the other party's ready-to-go, and she had no countermeasures, "Human feelings flow without restraint, so everyone, old or young, noble or humble, should restrain them." She opened her mouth and came, no longer knowing what she was saying What, "Festival is one of the five virtues, all things follow the law, all things must be in moderation, a gentleman—"

"Ruan Xueyin," he finally got impatient with her nagging, and managed to get out of the pile of white, soft, slippery and soft fragrance, "You entered the palace in March, what month is it now? You haven't fulfilled any responsibilities for half a year Obligations, how many debts are owed, and now I have just started to pay back, and I have made a lot of excuses, how dare you talk to me about the virtues of a gentleman?"

His eyes were gloomy and his breath was heavy, but his reason remained, and he made some fallacies so that the cause and effect went smoothly.Ruan Xueyin was intimidated at first, but then she was dumbfounded:
Who on earth guarded her like fire and theft against enemies, arranged the farthest palace, didn't even see each other in the first few months, and speculated that the suspicion had never stopped when they got to know each other?
How did it turn out to be——

Don't fulfill your responsibilities?Still in debt?

Since March, she blinked, how much is that?

Gu Xinglang stared closely at her face, and he had seen through the thoughts between her brows, "I have the final say on how much to pay. I have the final say on when to pay it off."

She still wanted to argue, but he didn't give him a chance, so he directly blocked his lips, and the hand resting on the front of his mouth wandered away, then peeled off and gradually deepened.Ruan Xueyin groaned, unable to speak, could only take advantage of the gap and mumble:
"That can't be here—"

The windows are closed.But the moonlight still leaked through the window lattice to the side of the chess table, and also leaked into the entangled and churned narrow world.

He kept moving, and leaned close to her ear and said another word.

Ruan Xueyin was stunned at first, but soon her cheeks were as red as blood, and her whole body seemed to be on fire.

And Gu Xinglang has never been late for a morning court.

Never did not go to court early.

Looking at him from the outside world, he is still self-disciplined, hard-working and correct, and it is impossible to imagine how rascal and frivolous this person is inside the window.

Ruan Xueyin lost her temper after being tortured for several days.When I woke up today, I didn't even think about going to bed, and I planned to just lie there for a whole day to fully recover.

But after thinking about it, I still feel wrong.

The people in the palace all kept their eyes on Zhexue Palace, and everyone knew that Gu Xinglang came every night.It's all right for me to appear in front of people during the day, but once I completely disappear, if it spreads, I won't be able to get off the bed, and I can't be exaggerated by the vast number of spectators who are keen to gossip?
She was stunned, thinking of what he did last night, but it was hard to exaggerate.I'm afraid the spectators are not skilled enough to arrange to that level.

So he burned from head to toe again, dragged his bones that were about to fall apart, got up after eating and bathing, and went to Mingguangtai at the end of the day.

On the ninth day of December, half a month had passed since Jing Tingge left Jidu.Excluding the time spent on the return journey, it has been at least ten days since she returned to Cangwu.

The Fenyuliu Golden Bird set off after the evening of the second day when the snow lights came on, on the fourth day of December.It should have been three or four days, and he has not returned yet.

She raised her eyes to the north, the sky was clear and cold, so naturally she couldn't see Cangwu.

Did that girl put this matter on the agenda?Did you listen to the piano?

Thousands of miles away in Wei Palace, Jingting Ge is listening to the piano in Fansheng Pavilion.

Winter in Weigong is good everywhere, even the Fansheng Pavilion where you listen to Quer is covered with earth dragons.The time has passed, she just finished listening to the fourth luthier's performance, she was already very impatient, she scolded Ruan Xueyin twenty times in her heart, and just entered No.20 once.

She was just thinking about it.she scolded.

Just analyze and deduce casually, let me do all the hard work.She scolds again.

Originally, I only knew this song, and I played it over and over again for more than ten years, but I didn't feel like throwing up. Playing it by myself was better after all.But listening to it over and over like this moment—

It's just that the versions are different, and the differences are subtle. It has been done four times, and there is no version that is exactly the same as her and Shangguan's concubine.

And she was already nauseated.

The earth dragon was burning hot, and it was afternoon again, she yawned all over the place, thinking that it would be useless to wake up so late in the morning.

She hasn't taken a nap for several years. After Gain came to Cangwu, she didn't have to get up early, and she always got enough sleep.She felt sleepy for the first time, naturally because of the repeated sound of the piano, which made her want to vomit.

The most frightening thing is that there are three more.

Murong Xun said at the beginning that there were at least five versions of "Guangling Zhixi", but it was really just "at least".This time, the whole country was looking for luthiers. After several days of screening, the dance and music division finally sent seven of them.

Seven versions.

I don't know if there are any omissions.

Due to time constraints, all the people looking for were people with the title of luthier.Those unknown masters who hide in the mountains and rivers can only slip through the net.

And really no one is the same.

The time of unitary is approaching, and dusk begins to sink. After hearing the last note played by the last person, she is dizzy and confused, not knowing whether it is day or night.

Inspiring teachers and mobilizing crowds is a waste of effort.

Her brain hurt, she took half a cup of tea from Xiu Luan and reluctantly drank it.

It was not in vain.At present, it seems that the version played by myself and Shangguan concubine is indeed rare, excluding the possibility of slipping through the net, it is almost out of print.

Even Murong Xun, who has been listening to qin since he was a child and has a good understanding of music theory, said he had never heard of it.

Basically, it can be concluded, right?
Murong Xun also came to Fansheng Pavilion.The black cloak enveloped the wind outside the pavilion, bringing in a burst of cold air.

Huo Qi took the cloak and went out, seeing this, Xiu Luan hurriedly withdrew too.With the two of them left in the pavilion, Jing Tingge couldn't get up, and still leaned on the seat and said:

"Your clothes are too dark."

Taking off the black cloak is the black dragon pattern uniform, black from head to tail, as if it will never dawn.she frowned,

"Your Murong family's aesthetics are also unique. The most noble family in the Wei Kingdom wears black all year round."

Nobility is more noble, Ge Yin's whole body is embroidered with gold and precious silk threads in a delicate and grand manner, especially the dragon pattern on Murong Xun's clothes——

The mountains and the seas are a little bit like showing their teeth and claws.She had seen Gu Xinglang's in Qi Gong, and it was much more concise and restrained.

"Your clothes are too plain." Murong Xun replied.

Jing Tingge's smoky purple is also wearing different materials and styles, but there is no embroidery at all, and everything is plain and clean.

"I'm a counselor," she lazily said, "What are you doing wearing flowers and flowers? I'm not a harem concubine."

Then I thought of the embroidery on the cuffs of Ruan Xueyin's skirt, either for orange flowers or like, acacia?It's simple and clear, but it makes a big difference.

And these two words did not know what kind of bad luck Murong Xun had touched, he sank his face, but finally did not respond, walked slowly to the square piano in the pavilion, raised his hand and plucked a string at will.

"How do you hear it? Is there any conclusion?"

"No."

He raised his eyes, "Is there no conclusion or the same?"

"Nothing is the same."

Murong Xun nodded, "I've never heard of it. Naturally, it's rare." And the reason why he said "Guangling Zhixi" is at least five editions, because he knows all five editions.

"Are you interested today? Play a piece?" Seeing him standing in front of the piano, Jing Tingge had a sudden impulse.

Murong Xun looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Jing Tingge's eyes turned lightly, and he became more enthusiastic, "Just play that version. I really want to hear it."

She always made him play that version, thinking it was better than hers.

"Haven't you listened all afternoon today? Haven't you heard enough?"

"How can they compare with you."

This is true.Wei Ren is good at playing music, so Shangguan concubine is proficient in rhythm.Murong Xun has been keen on singing and dancing since he was a child, and he has all kinds of musical instruments at his fingertips. Among them, his piano skills are the best, surpassing all the national players in dance and music divisions.

In Jing Tingge's view, Murong Xun is the real national player in terms of piano skills alone.

She listened to Shangguan Concubine in Qi Palace, it was indeed good, but not as good as him.

Murong Xun was not happy or honored by this compliment.Get used to it too much.

He pondered for a moment, seemed to be thinking about it, and finally picked up Fang Qin with one hand, turned around and walked outside,
"Go out and play. It's so hot in the room, how can you play "Guangling Stopping Rest"."

That's what I said.Jing Ting Song came to a sudden. "Guangling Zhixi" kills the cold, how can the greenhouse be worthy of it?So I felt dizzy when I heard it.

At dusk, the mountains are far away, and the sound of the piano suddenly rises.

The platform outside Fansheng Pavilion is not as high as Chenxiang Terrace, nor as big as Chenxiang Terrace, but it is in a corner, and it is a coincidence that it is deep and quiet, enough to see the distant mountains and the moonlight.

Twilight is coming to an end, and the moon is not yet here. Jing Tingge sits nearby and watches him pluck the strings, making a lot of noise, thinking to himself that "Guangling Stopping Rest" is really more suitable for men to play——

Strength, will, momentum.It's for war song.

And Murong Xun is very good at riding and archery, this song is naturally suitable for him.Such a monarch who is good at martial arts is really cute sitting upright and playing the piano.

The end sound falls, and the new moon rises.Today is the ninth day of the lunar month, it is already the first quarter moon, but I don't know whether it is covered by clouds or the night is too thick. Looking up, the moon is very thin and sparse, just like a new moon.

And extra bright.Bright as white.

The sound of the zither is hidden in the high platform, but Jing Tingge deeply feels that the lingering sound is still in his ears.Not only in the ears, but the curling sound diffused to all parts of the Wei Palace, and spread to the night watchmen or the windows of the night watchmen. Those who had been on duty in the palace for a long time all responded in an instant, and it was the king who played the piano.

"Ruan Bi sent a letter today." Murong Xun stopped.Still sitting in front of the piano.The moonlight fell on the black robe, reflecting the blackness like an abyss.

Jing Tingge raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?"

"Please."

"For whom?"

Murong Xun felt that she knew what to ask.Or my mind is stuck. "Ruan Moxi."

Jingting Song fully responded.There is no need to ask who is begging.

"Okay," she said.

　[Haha, there are always sugars appearing recently, firstly because the people like to hear it (emphasize it), and secondly, the sweetness of life at the age of 20 is indeed high (not chicken soup).The author’s observation and experience is that when it’s time to be sweet, don’t be soft-handed, because life is long, and the purity of sweetness decreases as time goes by, and we don’t know how deep ups and downs time has prepared.I hope today is also a sweet day for everyone ~ Thank you YOUWHAT for the reward 2333] Human affection flows without restraint, so everyone, old or young, noble or humble, should restrain it. ——(Song) Shen Kuo's "Explanation of Mencius"

　　
　
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