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Chapter 80

Although their figures are insignificant in this complicated world, their eyes seem to carry countless stories of time and accumulate the wisdom of the years. They can penetrate all the glitz and changes in the world, have insight into the subtleties, watch the changes in the wind and clouds, and always maintain that An unhurried calmness.

At this moment, a deep and extremely satisfying luster flows from their wrinkled eyes, like a pool of autumn water, reflecting the ups and downs of life, and also reflecting the silent praise of this masterpiece of life at the moment. This masterpiece of life, whether it is magnificent in the vast history or the delicate strokes in the depiction of individual destiny, cannot conceal the dazzling brilliance contained in its core, the kind of life that shines like stars. strength.

With the ups and downs of the plot, the protagonist Fan Jin is like a towering mountain, gradually showing a proud and independent posture on the stage of life. Behind him is the warmth of a family surrounded by wives and concubines, and in front of him are mountains of gold and silver. The prosperous scene is like the water of the Yangtze River rolling eastward, all gathered at his feet, presenting a vivid and lifelike secular picture.

Finally, as a gorgeous movement reached its climax, Fan Jin's personal epic slowly came to an end. The halo of the protagonist gradually faded, and other characters also exited the stage. At the dim lights, the light on the stage dimmed bit by bit, just like a long historical scroll being gently rolled up in the night, leading all viewers to the unfathomable and tranquil ocean of emotions. What is left is endless aftertaste and thinking.

Off the stage, the audience seemed to be intoxicated in a bottomless ancient well, tightly wrapped in the deep resonance woven by this drama. Although this play is not filled with violent physical conflicts or exciting plot twists and turns, it is just like a thick and delicate picture of life, showing the world frame by frame. The various flavors of fireworks - ups and downs, joys and sorrows, make every emotion so full that it seems within reach, and every detail is engraved with the texture and temperature of life.

In this theater space full of mixed flavors and emotions, some unique existences are particularly eye-catching. They are the bookish audience. At this moment, their complexions are like stone slabs that have been eroded by time and frost, showing a sickly pale color; their eyes are flashing with uneasiness and embarrassment, like candles swaying in the cold wind. The gentle trembling of their fingertips revealed the ups and downs in their hearts. Subconsciously, they hid their faces behind their palms, as if they wanted to resist the sharp sarcasm and cold lash that shot out from the depths of life.

After this silent resistance, they chose to flee. Their steps seemed heavy and firm, like guilty travelers dragging heavy shackles, step by step away from this stage that reveals the truth of life. The figure gradually faded away and disappeared at the end of the dark and long corridor of the theater, leaving only a series of lonely and determined back figures, which became another interpretation besides the drama of this scene.

The air seemed to solidify at this moment, and what was diffused in it was a faint bitterness and helplessness. It was the pain of a deep understanding of life, and it was also the mark of the painful struggle for self-understanding. This scene is just like the life described by the poet. It is full of strength in calmness and deep affection in plainness. It is unforgettable for a long time.

As the sun sets, the blazing golden wheel leans against the horizon. The afternoon light is like the golden sand in the hourglass, slipping silently through the fingertips. The common people who are indulged in the dramatic fantasy that has just taken off their gorgeous coats seem to be staggering from a long dream. And, in an instant, their faces were covered with a layer of thick and colorful paintings. It was a mixture of confusion and reflection, like an ink painting sprinkled with countless subtle emotions. It was so delicate that you could almost touch every wrinkle. The thoughts below are turbulent.

"We are intoxicated and lingering in this warm, extraordinary and soul-stirring opera feast, but when we dig into its core, are we just looking for fleeting audio-visual stimulation? Under this continuous and magnificent plot, we Where should the moral cornerstones and values ​​​​on which we rely for survival find support and place? What will be the final destination of the son-in-law who is both sad and happy in the play, who is teased and has a troubled life? Picture scroll? Even though the plot is tear-jerking and resonates with the audience, why can’t it make people laugh away their grudges happily and walk away relieved?”

In the crowd, a tall man with broad arms and round waist stood out. He burst out with anger in his chest like a loud bell and a giant drum. Like a tiger breaking free from its cage, he waved his powerful arms like a violent storm, and shouted out his heart as if his throat was torn. Angry: "This is a mockery of our emotions! We will seek justice and demand a refund of the theater tickets!" At the same time, in another corner of the crowd, a shrewd audience member with sly eyes and a vicissitudes of life on his face heard this and said, A cold sneer was raised at the corner of his mouth, and his words were full of teasing and harsh irony: "Since it is free entertainment, how can there be any refund? Why not just have another one to open our eyes and see what's going on?" What kind of new drama is there that is full of twists and turns and suspense?"

At this moment, the noisy voices were about to cause an uproar, and the order of the scene was about to collapse. However, the host was as agile as a cheetah hunting prey, and his figure was as nimble as a rabbit taking off an eagle. He stood firmly on the stage in the blink of an eye. Right in the center. His face was calm and composed, his eyes shone with a calm and determined light, and there was an all-encompassing smile on his lips. With a calming force, he loudly comforted the excited neighbors in the audience: "Fellow folks and friends, , don’t be impatient! The climax has not yet appeared, and the good show is yet to come! Today, Yangqu County’s carefully polished new script, a masterpiece with science as the main line - "The Trial of Galileo in Three Halls" is about to be unveiled Opening ceremony, grand performance!”

As the tone of the host's words fell like the last stroke of an ink painting, a vivid stage picture slowly unfolded, like catkins flying in spring. The new performing arts heroes appeared one by one, like a fish jumping over a dragon's gate, with solemn and solemn emotions flowing in their steps. Without losing the spirit of the ceremony. Every light on the stage captures their subtle changes in expressions and manners. The rigor and passion revealed in every detail are like the carving knife in the hands of a sculptor, outlining the texture of the characters' lives stroke by stroke.

At the same time, the narrator's voice turns into a string that travels through time and space. Sometimes it echoes as low as the echo in the valley late at night. It is calm and powerful, shaking the heart of every viewer; sometimes it is high and exciting, like thunder. It exploded into the sky and lit up the darkness instantly. This voice tells the legend of that period of history: "Galileo, that bohemian, indulged in worldly pleasures but outstanding wise man, boldly broke away from the sacred shackles that the world held tightly, and decided to devote himself to the endless pursuit of scientific exploration. Abyss. In the trajectory of his life, a woman named Maria came to her in her prime, like a bright Beidou guiding him forward. The two of them performed together on the top of the old and proud body of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. A wonderful experiment involving throwing a copper ball was performed. This throw not only subverted the cognitive framework of the old world, but also started an era of fierce confrontation between scientific truth and traditional beliefs."

In an instant, the originally noisy and busy people working on their own livelihoods seemed to be pulled by invisible gravity, and their eyes were focused on this novel and unique artistic magnetic field without exception. The crowd was silent, as if they had been enchanted, immersing themselves in this dramatic feast of visual and emotional integration, intoxicated by the complex and exquisite artistic merits, and unable to control themselves. Day after day, month after month, the name Lin Xiaofeng shines more and more dazzlingly in the fragrance of ink and the swaying lights. He is like a miner exploring treasures alone, hidden in the mine of words, relying on an almost With pious perseverance, he worked hard to unearth the magnificent gems embedded in the literary starry sky. His creative path was not smooth, but he forged ahead and completed two powerful masterpieces - "Du Shiniang Sinks the Treasure Chest in Anger" and "Kong Yiji". The sweat and tenacity in this can only be seen through Every drop of ink on the manuscript paper can best understand its taste.

What is particularly worth mentioning is that the work "Du Shiniang Sinks the Treasure Chest in Fury" is like an orchid blooming in the dark night. The lead actor, with his otherworldly and peerless appearance, coupled with the deep sorrow and anger of the character, immediately attracted people's attention as soon as it was performed. It set off a craze that swept the audience's emotions. In her movements, people seemed to catch a glimpse of the cruel twists and turns of fate and the fleeting changes of life. Those sad eyes and sad smiles all revealed the ruthlessness of life and the impermanence of the world, making every viewer unable to help but be moved by it. Crying, immersed in the indescribable artistic touch.

In this other dimension of the world, Lin Xiaofeng is like a lone knight who has climbed to the pinnacle of satirical art. He is extremely diligent and calculating, and uses a pair of sharp eyes to see into the world to select a group of unique and recognizable faces among all living beings. An extremely talented group of actors, they have become the soul support of the other two plays, like the mottled colors on the canvas, giving the works a vitality that cannot be copied. These faces are either grotesque and twisted, or bizarre and extraordinary. Every wrinkle and every scar seems to condense the heaviness of time and the abyss of the character's heart. With their own uniqueness, they make the originally silent stage suddenly come alive. , full of enthusiasm and tension of life.

Therefore, in the small space of Beiling Square, these three works with different styles and distinctive personalities took turns on the stage, just like the shining stars in the night sky, shining on the world alternately, attracting neighbors from all directions, and they rushed to meet each other. People crowded around each other just to get a seat in the front row where they could experience the art feast up close. At this moment, behind this lively scene, an invisible and powerful undercurrent of public opinion is quietly surging, like the first faint ripple under the pond. At first it seems slight and insignificant, but with each scene of the plot, it turns and climaxes one after another. , the ripples gradually spread and converged from trickles into mighty rivers, silently penetrating into the wider social space, deeply shocking and subtly changing the inner world of every immersed audience, making He gets inspiration from life and reflection on human nature through the joys and sorrows of the drama.

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At the end of Jin Linfang's winding and unpredictable narrow alley, there is a unique scenery called Baicao Pavilion. This pavilion is like an ink painting randomly swayed by nature, with light brushwork but profound artistic conception. It is quiet and quiet. Away from the hustle and bustle of the world, it is so tranquil and elegant that it is breathtaking. In this dust-free space, it sometimes transforms into a spiritual oasis, attracting two or three talented scholars and sages who are full of poetry and literature. They are well-educated people, and their broad sleeves soaked in the fragrance of books flutter gently in the breeze, as if they are carrying thousands of years of wisdom.

In the white grass pavilion, a small stove made of red clay was burning warmly. Surrounded by this group of elegant scholars, they drank tea around the stove. The thread-bound ancient books they held tightly in their hands had long been glowing with the golden color of the years, and each page carried a The weight of history and the crystallization of wisdom. They were leisurely and contented, their faces illuminated by the fire showed a calm and focused look, and they were singing in a low voice the best verses of famous figures in the Tang and Song Dynasties. Their gentle smiles quietly revealed the profound cultural heritage of Confucianism. Humility and courtesy and noble sentiments that are unworldly. At this moment, the entire Baicao Pavilion and its surroundings seemed to be wrapped in a strong cultural fragrance, filled with an atmosphere of great harmony and joy, like an unfinished classical movement.

On weekdays, ordinary people who shuttle between the fireworks in the city can't help but stop for a moment every time they pass by this cultural temple hidden on the edge of the busy city. Some people still cautiously tilt their heads and look down their necks when they are in a hurry, their eyes shining with curiosity to explore the unknown world, intertwined with deep awe and longing for the ocean of knowledge; others have nothing to do with it. Facing this mysterious place with scruples, it seems that just through my ordinary naked eyes, I can see behind the thin window paper and touch the spiritual universe of those literati and doctors - which is full of vast philosophical thoughts and passionate thoughts. Emotions and unique insights into life. Each of these moments, frozen in the light and shadow of the Baicao Pavilion, weaves together a vivid and poetic scroll of life, just like a natural story written by a poet.

At this moment, in the small space of Baicao Pavilion, Ji Xuanrong, a handsome young man wearing a splendid robe, appears before his eyes like a painting. His figure is embedded in every elegant corner of the pavilion, complementing the surrounding charm. His ten fingers are slender and agile, like the strings on a harp, tapping every texture on the tabletop with an almost poetic rhythm. The wooden tabletop then resonates quietly in circles, like the flowing water in a mountain stream. Complaints, or the solo of the rain hitting the banana trees late at night.

The people around him stopped to watch, their eyes full of awe and curiosity. They felt a little smaller in front of Ji Xuannong's demeanor, but they also felt closer to him because of his otherworldliness. His deep gaze swept across the crowd like a searchlight, and finally focused on a man named Yang Baixi. Yang Baixi was immersed in an ancient classic, immersed in it as if everything in the world had gone away, and only the wisdom in the pages of the book was eternal.

At this moment, Ji Xuanrong's thin lips were slightly opened, and the words he spoke out were like pearls falling on a jade plate. His calmness revealed the insight of a philosopher: "Brother Yang, look at the ordinary people coming and going here today. Their eyes are moving, and their actions are... Is there a touch of splendor that I have never seen before? I noticed that there seemed to be a new story in their eyes."

Although Yang Baixi heard the human voice, he did not immediately get out of the vast world constructed by the yellowed pages. Time seemed to be quietly frozen around him, flowing more slowly than usual. With a slight lift of his wrist, another page of the ancient book under his fingertips was turned. The friction between the pages was like the whisper of history in this quiet moment, quietly coming with the passage of time. An indifferent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, like the first tender leaf in early spring, silently expressing his deep attachment and persistence to the vast world of knowledge.

He was not in a hurry to respond to external sounds, but instead allowed his thoughts to continue to follow the words of ancient books, deeply immersed in the boundless temple of knowledge. It wasn't until a long time that Yang Baixi slowly raised his eyes. At that moment, his voice was like warm jade, echoing in the air for a long time, full of mellow charm: "What Brother Ji said is absolutely true, I'm afraid you haven't noticed it yet. , a new work is being staged in a theater in the city recently. The twists and turns of the plot are thought-provoking. In a way that is both ironic and sharp, it vividly depicts those of us who are addicted to knowledge. As a result, the public opinion atmosphere seems to be subtle. Changes, the public's eyes are unknowingly mixed with scrutiny and ridicule in the process of watching this drama."

When these words fell, Ji Xuanrong's face was like the surface of a lake blown by the wind. The ups and downs of the waves created a lifelike secular ukiyo-e. The mountains between his eyebrows overlapped and intertwined in an instant, turning into a thick cloud of thoughts, densely covered on the tall and broad forehead, revealing the philosophical meditation deep in his heart. And his eyes are darker than the ink pool in late autumn after all the lead has been washed away. They are like two bright black gems embedded in them, revealing an uncontrollable confusion and blazing curiosity.

He slowly raised his face, his posture was like that of a person who has climbed to the pinnacle of wisdom, trying to examine everything in the world from a more transcendent height, and deconstruct the entangled contradictions and complexities. At this moment, the words slowly coming out of his mouth were not filled with shocking thunderous momentum, but as if the clear springs in the mountains were flowing leisurely on a cold winter night, gently passing through the withered yellow leaves covering the earth, carrying a gripping power of exploration - - "Surely there is such a sudden and unique play, how dare it make such a sharp and subtle analysis and evaluation of those of us who are immersed in the world of books?" This question, full of doubts and worries, is like a With the invisible key, he quietly tries to uncover the core of truth wrapped in laughter and curses, trying to open a secret door to the palace of truth.

Yang Baixi, who was sitting opposite, had a face like a heavy stone that had been tempered by the years, full of traces of solemnity and solemnity. His words in response were accompanied by a long and deep sigh. The voice seemed to rise from the bottom of an ancient well, carrying a strong sense of sadness and vicissitudes of the world, as if to remove all the bitterness and helplessness in this world. All poured out. His eyes were lowered, like a barrier hiding his inner world, and under the slightly trembling eyelids, a pair of eyes as deep as an abyss were surging with waves of emotions, which were a unique insight and understanding of life. . He spoke slowly, and every word seemed to be soaked in the ink of the years, and was full of resounding words: "The protagonist in the play is just a scholar. From the end of his life to the success of his career, the playwright ruthlessly described his experiences along the way with spicy writing. It exposes and satirizes all kinds of conditions in the world, pokes at the softest part of people's hearts, makes people feel sad and sighs, and can't help but trigger endless emotions and thoughts."

In this regard, Ji Xuanrong did not show any approval. Instead, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a slightly sarcastic smile. The smile was like ice under the winter sun, crystal clear but chilling. He chuckled, and his words were full of effortless strength, but also sharp: "Brother Yang, why do you need to belittle yourself too much? Although the drama is wonderful, it is only a mirror of life after all. We cannot confuse it with real life. Today you I have already achieved success and fame, so why should I worry about the life experiences in these fictitious dramas?" His words floated in the air, showing a free and easy open-mindedness, but also a warning to Yang Baixi not to indulge in the drama weaving. In the illusory dream, the sharp yet graceful wisdom was undoubtedly revealed in this instant.

However, Yang Baixi was not relieved by this emotion. Instead, he sighed gloomily. This sigh seemed to condense the twists and turns of fate and emotions of countless scholars over thousands of years. His eyes are tenacious and deep, like a pool of autumn water that has been tempered by time and become clearer. His tone is calm and powerful, like a bronze bell that strikes the heart of every listener: "After watching this play, I can't help but stir up a feeling deep in my heart. A few ripples, asking what the original intention of us scholars is. We should have a mind as broad as the sea, embrace the hardships of the people, run for them with a fearless attitude, actively assume the social responsibilities entrusted to us by the times, and use real actions To fulfill the flag flying in the ideal sky. Just imagine, if we are only satisfied with verbal romance, poems and songs, what is the essential difference between us and those vain characters on the stage?" In his words, Full of vigilance to one's own responsibilities and in-depth analysis of real life, every syllable is like a character written by a poet vividly on the page, vivid and full of power.

In the study room filled with books and the hustle and bustle faded away, Ji Xuanrong's eyes were filled with a deep and imperceptible smile. The smile lines contained the accumulation of years and worldly wisdom. He spoke to Yang Baixi leisurely, his voice like a gurgling stream, but it contained a thousand pounds of power: "Brother Yang, these are the eternal rules of the game in officialdom. Personnel entanglements are like vines, and behind a bright future, there are like towering trees. It is like being unable to break away from the soil that nourishes it. This feast hosted by Mr. Li is not something that someone like me can just walk away and laugh at." Ji Xuanrong's words revealed a helpless insight into the real world, and at the same time he also Sparkling with his thorough understanding of all things in the world, one has to sigh that the two of them, just like the protagonists in the poet's works, have always maintained their unique sobriety and tenacity despite the turmoil of the world.

When Yang Baixi heard this, his expression darkened slightly, as if dark clouds were covering the sun, his heart was suppressed, and a deep and solemn look appeared on his originally calm face. He was not in a hurry to respond, but fell into a brief meditation, like an ancient well without waves, only time flowing quietly between his brows. After a while, he spoke, with an air of openness and uprightness in his words: "Power and beauty are regarded by everyone in the world as nectar, which is enough to make people get drunk and forget about themselves, but to me, although these two It's tempting, but it never makes me feel at peace and accept it peacefully."

Yang Baixi's eyes are as deep as autumn water, clear and firm. Even in the face of various temptations in the world, he can still remain calm and calm. His indifference and persistence made Ji Xuanrong present instantly stunned. Ji Xuanrong's face was full of surprise, and his wide eyes shone with disbelief. He frowned and asked eagerly: "Brother Yang, why can you stick to your own obsession when everyone is chasing fame and fortune? How about going with the flow and conforming to the trend of this era?”

At this time, Ji Xuanrong's eyes were as bright as a torch, full of deep curiosity and confusion about Yang Baixi, as if he was trying to gain insight into the persistence hidden in his heart through his words and deeds. But Yang Baixi was not moved at all by this. He rolled up the book in his hand leisurely and calmly, and his words were calm and decisive: "I decided to go north to Langfang, and once again devote myself to the grand world where power disputes are intertwined. In the drama, perhaps, in that land of swords and intrigues, I can find the answer I have been looking for for a long time."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Baixi stood up straight, with firm and powerful steps, and stepped out of the door without looking back. The moment the figure disappeared outside the door, only a resolute back was left, like a painting depicting perseverance and courage. picture scroll.

When the bystanders around him saw this scene, they couldn't help but turn their inquiring eyes to Ji Xuanrong. Someone in the crowd whispered, and although the voice was soft, it was clearly full of ridicule and ridicule: "Yang Baixi is just a mud-legged guy from the countryside after all. How can he stand out in this complicated whirlpool of officialdom and achieve great things?" After hearing this, Ji Xuanrong, although the smile on his face faded a little, he still maintained a kind of transcendental freedom and ease. There was a smile at the corner of his mouth, He responded in an inclusive yet respectful tone: "Actually, we don't need to care too much about his choice. After all, everyone has his own ambitions. Let's go back to the elegant world that we each admire."

In this speech, Ji Xuanrong not only showed respect for Yang Baixi's unique character, but also showed disdain and disregard for worldly vision and prejudice, as if in his opinion, everyone has the right to pursue their own goals according to their own wishes. The true meaning of life has nothing to do with status or status.

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In the shabby room, the light was dim and quiet. Only the slowly swinging oil lamp tried its best to cast a dim yellow light. It struggled to depict the solemn and focused scene of King Hanjiang. In this picture, he is holding an ancient book that has been stained yellow by time in his hand. His expression is solemn, as if he is holding a heavy responsibility for the country. Every line of words flows in his eyes, settling into endless deep thoughts.

Beside, Lu Xuanxin stood silently, her figure hidden at the edge of the light, with panda-like dark circles between her eyebrows. Her pale face highlighted her extreme fatigue, as if all her energy had been exhausted. All in endless worries. Her lowered eyes were like a deep well, which contained countless sorrows and pains that could not be explained in words. Every movement of her eyes seemed to be telling one heavy secret after another.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, until King Hanjiang slowly closed the ancient book in his hand. At that moment, a dumb smile quietly bloomed from the corner of his mouth. The smile was like the cool breeze blowing on the lake in autumn, silent but It can stir up delicate ripples in the water. He carefully placed the book on the mottled table full of historical traces. The slight collision between wood and wood seemed particularly loud in this quiet space, like a bell that broke the silence.

At this time, the King of Hanjiang spoke in a calm yet powerful tone. His words were like stones thrown into the water. They seemed calm but aroused many emotions: "Xuanxin, how are Lin Xiaofeng and your life these days?" It was like a bolt from the blue, instantly exploding in Lu Xuanxin's heart. Her face experienced countless changes in an instant, and the entanglements and contradictions deep in her heart instantly condensed into a shock. When she heard this question, she could only stand there with a stunned face, and her mind fell into a brief and tense state. There was a long pause.

The name Lin Xiaofeng was like an extremely sharp hatchet, cutting hard into the depths of her consciousness, disturbing her originally peaceful mind. His figure frequently touched the boundaries of her life, making it difficult for her to hold on to her frosty attitude of rejection for a long time. Whenever she tried to use the closed door as a barrier to resist his intrusion, she could never escape his deep affection like a storm. A letter was like a huge boulder tied to her heart, forcing her to I had to start reading them one by one. The words in those letters felt like drinking a glass of bitter wine every time she read them, making her toss and turn in the long night and unable to sleep. Especially the sentence "Milk has no cow, crystal has no water, but I have you in my heart" is like a phantom. When you close your eyes, you can see Lin Xiaofeng's ink-stained fingers gently lifting her chin and revealing sweet words. The words make people feel disgusted when they hear them, and they almost want to vomit.

Just as Lu Xuanxin was trying her best to deal with this turbulent emotional entanglement, King Hanjiang's inquiry weighed on her heart like a huge stone. The smile she forced out was like the last dead leaf frozen on a branch in winter. Although the surface was as hard as ice, she still tried her best to suppress the disgust in her heart, and replied in a soft yet solemn tone: "I'm telling you, Your Majesty, The relationship between Xuanxin and Master Lin is currently stable."

The King of Hanjiang did not notice the fleeting complex expression on Lu Xuanxin's face. His eyes were long and far-reaching, and his voice was as calm as usual. It seemed that everything was under his control: "Very good. Lin Xiaofeng does have his own uniqueness. You must handle your relationship carefully." These words all revealed his careful planning and far-reaching consideration of the personnel chess game.

After hearing this, Lu Xuanxin could only lower her eyebrows, salute, and respectfully respond: "Yes, I will obey the prince's instructions." Although her mood at the moment was as bitter and difficult to swallow as a mixed medicinal soup, in this intertwined power, In the huge whirlpool, she understood that she could only go with the flow, endure it silently, and move forward step by step in the trajectory of destiny.

Night falls quietly, as rich as ground ink. The indoor lights flicker like a few fireflies in the dark night. In this deep background, two figures are outlined, sitting opposite each other, and their conversations are thick in this deep background. It echoes in the night, just like the autumn water reflecting the sky, quiet and profound. Just as the conversation was gradually heating up to its climax, a sophisticated and prudent butler suddenly broke the tranquility. His face was pale and a little panicked, and his steps were as fast as a shower. He burst into the house. The posture is like a sudden glimpse in the middle of the night.

The butler's eyes quickly scanned every corner of the room under the dim light, and finally landed on the dignified, elegant and outstanding Lu Xuanxin. Then he quickly walked to the side of King Hanjiang, his deliberately lowered voice full of tension and mystery. The breath is like a cold wind blowing across the calm lake.

The King of Hanjiang did not show the slightest surprise at this sudden secret message. He just raised his slender eyebrows slightly. His eyes were unfathomable, as if there were no waves in an ancient well. His Adam's apple slid slightly, and there was a calm smile at the corner of his mouth. He nodded lightly and responded: "Well, I already understand the ins and outs of this matter. Now, there is a major mission related to life and death that needs to be entrusted to our fleet for execution."

Although his voice was low, every word was like a stone falling to the ground, sonorous and powerful. It seemed that every tremor contained power enough to shake the world. "This team must go on a long voyage to find a man named Galileo." At this time, the words of the King of Hanjiang were like drums at dusk and bells in the morning, hitting people's hearts every word, "The legendary Galileo had infinite knowledge of astronomy and geography. As proficient as human beings can be, you must make sure to find him." As these words fell, the atmosphere in the room instantly became solemn and depressing, as if dark clouds had covered the bright moon, indicating an upcoming change.

Upon hearing this, the butler's original serious expression froze instantly, and a deep confusion spread across his wrinkled face. The ravines carved by the years seemed to be filled with question marks at the moment. He couldn't help but blurt out, his voice mixed with unconcealable confusion and bewilderment: "Your Majesty, is this Galileo you are talking about, the character who has been praised by the world in the recent Three Courts Trial Opera in the city?" This question was like throwing a stone into the sky. The lake stirs up layers of ripples, making the whole scene more complicated and confusing.

Under the steward's sharp and suspicious eyes, King Hanjiang did not give an immediate answer. It was as if time had stagnated into a pool of autumn water between his lowered eyelids. His calm posture was like a thousand-year-old clock. Every grain of truth is weighed repeatedly on the inner scale. Moment after moment, he looked up leisurely, his eyes reflecting the unique brilliance of a wise man, like the first gleam of stars at dawn, piercing through the fog of the world. He spoke with sincerity and a deep but firm voice: "How could everything performed on the stage be pearls fished out from the abyss of life? Although on the surface they may seem groundless and erratic, in fact they may hide countless clues about real people and real events. ." As he finished speaking, he waved his broad sleeves gently, and the gesture was like removing a rock from the butler's shoulders, indicating that he had fully considered it, there was no need to be suspicious, and he just had to implement the original plan.

When the butler heard this, the original confusion on his face did not dissipate, but became thicker like clouds covering the moon. He leaned slightly, his face was engraved with deep thoughts, and his whole person appeared even more stooped in the swaying light and shadow of the dim lantern. Every wrinkle holds an unsolved mystery. As his figure gradually fades out of the room, this scene is like a meticulous meticulous painting, which vividly outlines the contradictions and entanglements of human nature and the various conditions of the world, which exactly fits the poet's deep-rooted truth and sharp criticism. force.

The butler was ordered to leave, his footsteps echoing rapidly in the corridor and disappearing at the end of his sight, leaving only silence. At this moment, Lu Xuanxin was witnessing all this, as if the spring breeze blew open the frozen lake, and his mood and spirit were refreshed in an instant. The story of Galileo's spying on the shadow of the moon and the mysterious legend of Maria's clematis was circulated in the hustle and bustle of Baihua Tower that day. It had attracted heated discussions among countless tea drinkers and drinkers. Although she had heard about it, she did not expect this. The prince actually held such firm trust in this seemingly absurd overseas anecdote and regarded it as a treasure. In this subtle moment, the distance between life and art suddenly narrows, and the boundaries between reality and fiction become blurred.

At the moment when the emotional waves of hesitation and confusion intersected, Lu Xuanxin bit her lips tightly, the courage in her heart surged quietly like the dawn. Her clear voice was like the running water of a mountain stream, with a ripple of exploration infiltrated into it, towards the majestic and solemn person. The King of Hanjiang asked: "Your Majesty, are the changes in people and things in the opera actually existing in our world?"

(End of this chapter)