Princess Golden Phoenix

Chapter 48
"I'm afraid I'm more competitive than you." Lan Xia raised the corners of her mouth and looked at the old man Tianshan, as if waiting for some interesting bet next.

"Haha... We are of the same mind. This is the first time this old man has surrendered, but next time, you will be the one to admit defeat." The old man Tianshan laughed, flew into the sky, and left.

"Prince Xia'er will take you to the eighth palace." Yuqi's tone was flat, but polite.

"Eldest brother." Yu Ning stood beside him, almost unable to walk, smiling so shyly and beautifully.

Lan Xia didn't know why, slightly jealous and angry, she gave Yuqi a blank look. "I know how to go, please accompany your Yu Ning."

"My lord said that she is not my lord's Yu Ning, but just a younger sister." Yu Qi hurriedly explained, he clearly felt that Lan Xia had deliberately left him cold in the past two days, and she was afraid that she had a knot in her heart and kept him out of her heart.

"Eldest brother." Yu Ning's heart was about to break, tears couldn't stop shedding, crying until pear blossoms rained.

"That's your business, it's a mess." Lan Xia angrily walked around the ruins and continued up.

"Luo Sha, you haven't said yet, what gift are you going to give me?" Xuan Heng would never forget the gift.

"Gift? Oh. Come to think of it, I bought the flute with all the money you gave me, and give me more money, otherwise I really have no money to buy you a gift." Lan Xia naturally reached out to Xuan Heng for money.

"Use my money to buy me a gift? You can figure it out." Xuan Heng was angry, but he still reached out and took out a pile of bank notes, as if he wanted to keep them on his body and count them.

"Don't count, give it all to me." Lan Xia directly snatched everything from Xuan Heng.

"Save two for me, are you going to starve to death?" Xuan Heng patted Lan Xia's forehead.

"Then two, here you are." Lan Xia took out two.

"I said two, just two? When did you become so obedient?" Xuan Heng held the two bank notes, furious.

"Then just one." Lan Xia reached out to ask for it.

"No, it's mine if you give it to me. This is my last pocket money. The money I got with great difficulty was confiscated by you. Why am I so miserable?" Xuan Heng immediately put the banknote into his arms.

Rouge couldn't help laughing at all, Yuqi pursed her lips, and found that she seemed to be ignored by her. "Fifth brother, go down the mountain." Yuqi looked at Xuan Heng angrily, a kind of deterrent force, so Xuan Heng had to obey.

Xuan Heng followed Yuqi away, "Luo Sha, don't forget my gift, I want something special."

Seeing Xuan Heng Pi Dian Pi Dian following Yu Qi, Lan Xia was furious, "Damn it." But looking at Yu Qi's leaving back, she felt secretly lost in her heart, pursed her lips, looked at the mountain, her footsteps Become casual but without direction, empty in the heart.

"Wu Shuang, what's the matter?" Rouge didn't add the word son.

Looking at the direction where Yuqi disappeared, Lan Xia was very disappointed, and smiled wryly, "It's okay, let's go."

Lan Xia arrived at the eighth palace, looked at the undulating mountains in the distance, and felt a little chilly, "It's so cold at high places, that's why."

"Yes, Tianshan Mountain is the highest mountain in the South China Sea, covered with snow all the year round, but if Mr. Wushuang is afraid of the cold, Zimo will stick some more charcoal for you." A handsome man in white, so chic, calm, and polite, blue Xia had never seen him.

"I thought all Tianshan disciples were as frizzy as Yu Ning, so there are exceptions." Lan Xia shook her head, and looked back at the man, thin and handsome, like the bright moon in the sky.

"Master Wushuang was joking. Master said that the third senior sister is not suitable to entertain you, so he asked Zimo to come. Zimo also appreciates your courage and talent." Zimo was very humble.

"Only when you talk to someone like you can you have peace of mind. It seems that you, an old man, know people with eyes." Lan Xia smiled lightly, and then took a good look at the room. It was elegantly furnished, with a style of asceticism.Lan Xia saw the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, they were vigorous and powerful, they were the handwriting honed over time.

"That's the work of the big brother, he wrote it before he left." Zimo saw that Lan Xia's gaze had been on the pair that only wrote the word 'quiet'.

"The pen is vigorous and powerful, which is rare in the world, but when he wrote this word, his heart might be in a turbulent state. Looking at this pen, he drew it too hard, and he was afraid that his heart would not be calm." Lan Xia said, looking at another word.

"Mr. Wushuang is really aware of the details. It is because the senior brother received the emperor's edict and called him back to the capital. There is turmoil in the capital." Zimo looked at Lan Xia's eyes and fell on the word "forbearance". "This is written by the second senior brother." .”

"Writing is like a person, and it is also his state of mind. If you can't bear it, you will make trouble." Lan Xia walked over slowly, looking at flower and bird paintings, landscape paintings, etc.Not commenting, his eyes glanced lightly, and he saw a guzheng, walked over slowly, and stroked the strings.Elegant and sad, Lan Xia frowned slightly, her whole body was enveloped by a deep sadness, which couldn't be resolved, it was getting thicker and thicker, and she was so confused.

Zimo looked at the man who he worshiped like a god, so sad and confused, just stood there silently, without making a sound, the sound of the piano became more and more sad, with doubts, puzzlement, and resentment , and refuse to admit defeat.Suddenly the sound of the piano turned into a thick murderous, bloody, more and more intense, more and more high-pitched, suddenly turned, it was a dead silence, despair, and then turned back to sadness, confusion, as if not knowing where to go, floating.Finally stopped, Lan Xia silently looked at Guzheng with confused eyes.

"Master." Only then did Zimo realize that the old man Tianshan had entered at some point.

"Little boy, what doubts worry you so much?" Elder Tianshan came to sit beside him, and said lightly.

"A reason to live." Lan Xia's jade-like beautiful and slender hands occasionally plucked a note on the strings.

"Then what made you live for so many years?" The old man picked up the teapot and poured water slowly.

"I used to be able to see tomorrow, but now I can't. I don't know where to go." Lan Xia made a deep piano sound.

"Some people live for glory and wealth. Some people live for high officials, some for power and status, some for fame, and some for the well-being of the common people. There are all kinds of things in the world, and everyone lives for his own meaning. "The old man Tianshan's old voice was a little helpless, and he leaned back slightly.

"These are nothing more than empty names. If you don't bring them with you when you are born, if you don't take them with you when you die, they won't be buried in the ground with three feet of loess in the end?" Lan Xia sneered.

"If everyone in the world thinks like you, no one will die fighting for fame and fortune, and the world will be peaceful." The old man sighed for a long time.

"Life is like this. I often make two mistakes. One is to watch other people's lives, and the other is to show others' lives." Lan Xia sneered, "There are a few people who really live for themselves."

"Little boy really awakened the dreamer with just one word." The old man Tianshan immediately sat up straight, and looked at Lan Xia who was sitting unsettled, but very chic, half asleep and half lying down, slumped on the ground, and occasionally drew a note with his fingertips .

(End of this chapter)