Starting to guard the border: I copy talents

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Shen Ming was a little nervous, he was looking forward to it.

Dong Xinyue led him to sit down, poured a cup of tea with her delicate hands.

"Mr. Shen is very talented in literature and has an extraordinary mind."

Dong Xinyue spoke calmly, with a smile on her cold face, her hair was like a waterfall, her pink neck was like clouds, and her fragrant cheeks were like snow.

"Prosperity brings suffering to the people. Death brings suffering to the people."

She murmured, remembering her life experience, living in a foreign country, trapped in the world of mortals, not knowing where to go, and she lost her mind for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Shen Ming staring at him, his cheeks couldn't help but blush.

Then I found a reason and started the topic:

"I also hope that Mr. Shen can leave a poem today so that I can sing it."

Singers and performers will naturally seek out literati and seek praise for their songs, which can not only increase their own fame, but also make the names of their authors famous, which is a win-win situation.

Although Dong Xinyue didn't care about these things, in a hurry, she just wanted to get this topic to cover up her embarrassment.

"Want to compose poems again? I can't remember how many!" Shen Ming took it seriously and felt a headache.

When Dong Xinyue saw Shen Ming lowering her eyebrows and saying nothing, she just thought that the other party was unwilling, and did not force it, and did not take it to heart at all.

Come to the guzheng and play with the strings.

"I'll just play a piece of music for you."

She was a well-known piano artist in Fudu. When she plucked her jade fingers, the sound of the piano sounded like the sounds of nature, which fascinated Shen Ming.

There was deep emotion in the sound of the piano. The more Shen Ming listened, the more moved he became.

I can't help but think of my parents, relatives, hometown in my previous life...

He has been in this world for more than a year. He usually looks happy, but often wakes up late at night when there is no one around.

I tried to turn on the bedside lamp, and after fussing with it for a long time, I finally realized the fact that I had traveled through time.

Whenever this happens, loneliness and hesitation are like wild beasts that choose others to devour, devouring themselves.

He has always been a lonely soul and does not belong to this world.

Before you know it, just one song.

Shen Ming felt as if his soul had been washed and he felt much more relaxed.

"The music Miss Dong played just now is really lingering and intoxicating."

"Are you also thinking about your hometown and your relatives?"

Dong Xinyue was stunned for a moment when she heard Shen Ming's words.

Others say that his piano skills are superb, unlike those in the mortal world, and that he can forget his worries like an immortal playing music.

But she never thought that every time she played the piano, all she thought about was her hometown, the sky full of frost and snow, her mother's smile, her father's strong back, her brothers and sisters who loved her, and the wooden house with lingering smoke.

Although life is poor, it is happy and fulfilling.

No one had ever heard of these things before, until today, when they met Shen Ming.

It's rare to meet a close friend, so Dong Xinyue stood up and bowed deeply to Shen Ming.

Then he opened the door and called the maid:

"Quie'er, go and get some wine. I want to have a drink with Mr. Shen."

Que'er was stunned for a while. Although he had doubts in his heart, he still nodded obediently.

My young lady never drinks with others, what happened today?

When he brought the wine, he glanced at Shen Ming secretly. He was handsome and handsome, he was really good-looking, and his cheeks couldn't help but turn red.

He hurriedly held them tightly, his little heart was pounding.

…

Hu Yanjue is the son of Yanzhou Tongzhi. He is handsome, has an extraordinary bearing, and is a little conceited.

I don’t usually come to places like Suxue Pavilion.

Ever since I met Dong Xinyue accidentally, I could never forget it.

As if possessed.

From then on, he tried to pursue it and became a frequent visitor to Suxue Pavilion.

In the past, Cao Zhiling, who was known as the most talented person in Fudu, suppressed him every day. Now that he has entered the capital, it is a good time to seize Dong Xinyue.

He was fully prepared. Although his literary talent was not good, he was more sincere, but he didn't want to be rejected again today.

I was in a bad mood, sitting in the private room drinking wine, but I heard that Madam Dong did not see herself, but saw someone else.

He was out on business yesterday, and when he returned to Longcheng today, he came to Suxue Pavilion and didn't recognize Shen Ming.

With the strength of wine, he took the guards with him and went to find trouble for Shen Ming, and asked Madam Dong why she treated him so coldly!

Under the protection of a group of guards, Hu Yanjue's steps were messy and he arrived at the stairs.

A young boy saw this and hurriedly came forward to greet him. Knowing his family background, he did not dare to neglect:

"Where are Mr. Hu going? I'm here to show you the way."

"Okay! I'm looking for Shen Ming and want to teach him a lesson. Please take me to Madam Dong's boudoir!"

Hu Yanjue smelled of alcohol, but he was not really drunk.

This was because he was a little drunk, and wanted to do what he usually did timidly.

How could the servant let him do what he wanted, but he had no choice but to persuade him.

Although Hu Yanjue knew that Suxue Pavilion was a government camp, he was determined to do it today. He immediately ordered the guards beside him to take action and pushed the servant to stagger.

Just as he was about to force his way in, he was stopped by a group of people and shouted angrily:

"Who are you! Dare to block my way! Do you know that my father is the co-governor of Yanzhou? Aren't you afraid of death!"

Hu Yanjue thought that after these words, the other party would retreat, but he didn't expect that the tall young man in the lead had a strong facial features and sharp contours.

He was not afraid at all. At a command, the guards around him directly showed their weapons and surrounded him aggressively.

"My brother is doing things on the attic. Who do you think you are? Are you qualified to cause trouble for him!"

Boerba said coldly, without any scruples about Hu Yanjue. The Xilan people are the most generous. They will fight if they don't agree. It's common for them to draw swords and knives when they disagree.

But when has Suxue Pavilion ever seen such a battle? It was a mess for a while!

"You dare to threaten me with a knife? Good! Good! I won't let you leave Yanzhou easily!"

Hu Yanjue's face was cold, and he gritted his teeth and said, showing that he hated it very much.

The scarred man on the side, although he didn't bring a handy nail hammer, also showed his long knife and sneered:

"Your father is a high-ranking official? So powerful! Scholar, do you know who is in front of you?"

Just at this moment, another voice came, with elegance and power:

"Yanjue, what kind of nonsense are you making here!"

Everyone looked away and saw a handsome elder, who was protected by several warriors and slowly walked towards them.

It was Xiao Chong.

He knew what Ye Hou had done last night, and was sure that the poet Shen Ming was the one who was going to the capital to meet the emperor.

Xiao Chong was usually not very arrogant, and when he learned that Shen Ming was still in the city and would come to Suxue Pavilion at night, he planned to meet him by chance.

He specifically checked what the young man had done in the northern border.

He wanted to meet Shen Ming even more.

Who knew that he would see the scene in front of him just after arriving here.

Xiao Chong walked over and saluted to Borba first;

"Greetings to His Royal Highness Prince Xilan!"

"Your Highness!" When Hu Yanjue saw Xiao Chong, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, and his arrogance was extinguished.

Then he knew that the person who had a conflict with him was the prince of the Xilan Khanate, and he had just threatened him!

This cold sweat soaked through his clothes. He was not stupid, but now he was in a mess, afraid that his behavior today would affect his father's career.

"In public, you almost came to blows over a singer! You are really good! Why don't you come back with me!"

Xiao Chong and his subordinates are good friends, so they take good care of Hu Yanjue.

It's just a pity that his subordinate is a good official, but he taught such a son, and it will be difficult for him to achieve anything in the future.

He apologized to Borba again and left with Hu Yanjue.

On the way, he taught him a lesson again and told him about Shen Ming, asking him not to provoke Shen Ming again in the future, and not to look for Dong Xinyue again.

The more Hu Yanjue listened, the more shocked he was. He thought, what kind of person is Shen Ming? He looked down on him.

Now, after hearing what Xiao Chong said, he was only sixteen years old, much younger than himself, but he had made many outstanding achievements and was going to Beijing to meet the emperor.

In his heart, he was just glad that he didn't have a bad relationship with him!

Old man Jiang thought the two sides would fight, and was covering Man'er's eyes, preparing to watch the show himself.

Unexpectedly, he didn't watch it.

At this time, Boerba also returned to the table and continued to drink with old man Jiang.

Zhang Lu, who had been watching, was sweating again! This Shen Ming was actually the sworn brother of the prince of Xilan Khanate!

Fortunately, I was smart and came here to apologize today, otherwise...

...

It was lively downstairs in Suxue Pavilion, but in Dong Xinyue's warm pavilion, it was peaceful.

Shen Ming drank with Dong Xinyue and listened to her talk about her hometown.

Every year before the Spring Festival, her parents would always prepare a new dress for her.

Her brother was good at hunting. When she was six years old, he gave her a rabbit, which made her happy for many days.

Her sister loved her the most and kept all the good food for herself first.

Then there was the war, although not as bad as the Battle of Xiaojiaohe seventy years ago.

Just a small friction, but it destroyed Dong Xinyue's family.

Only her life was left, lingering in this foreign country. As she talked, she got drunk.

She couldn't stop crying.

Shen Ming listened carefully, he also missed his hometown.

Before he knew it, it was late at night.

Dong Xinyue was drunk, buried her head on the table, and fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Ming looked at her appearance, she was only less than 20 years old, and felt a little distressed, and gave up the previous idea.

It was time to leave.

He remembered that she had asked him for a poem before, and his mind turned, and he remembered a poem and made a slight modification.

Then he took it.

Paper and ink, write it down.

Picked up Dong Xinyue, placed her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

He gently opened the door and left without stopping.

…………

The next morning.

It rained all night in autumn and the weather was cold.

Dong Xinyue opened her eyes, her eyes were confused, but still breathtakingly beautiful.

What happened last night? Why was she lying on the bed?

As soon as I recall it, I remember it.

Dong Xinyue had not yet gone through the personnel affairs, but when she thought about being alone last night, her face turned red and hot with embarrassment.

Not seeing Shen Ming again, she felt a little miserable in her heart. She had heard other sisters say that men are heartless and will not cherish them if they succeed.

"Could it be that... Mr. Shen is like this too?"

Thinking of this, Dong Xinyue felt even more bitter and her eyes turned red.

"Miss, you're awake!"

Que'er used a jade basin to make some hot water. When he came in and saw that his young lady was awake, he stepped forward to serve her.

"Shen... where is Mr. Shen?" Dong Xinyue asked softly, her face still hot.

"Master Shen left last night. Before he left, he specially asked his servant to take care of the young lady." Que'er said crisply:

"Miss, you drank too much last night. Que'er couldn't lift you, so I didn't put you into pajamas."

Dong Xinyue opened the quilt and saw that her clothes were intact and nothing bad had happened as she thought.

His face turned even redder, and he cursed himself for what he was thinking.

Now, with Que'er waiting on him, he got up.

The autumn rain outside the window was a bleak scene. Dong Xinyue felt a little cold and wanted to put on more clothes. When she turned her head, she saw the paper on the table, pressed down by Zhenyu.

Curious, I walked over and picked it up.

The handwriting on the paper was obviously left by Shen Ming, who wrote the first poem.

Dong Xinyue read carefully:

"The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the mood of autumn is fading."

"Luo Jian can't bear the cold at midnight. In his dream, he didn't realize he was a guest, and he was greedy for pleasure."

"Don't lean on the railing when you are alone, remember your hometown."

"It's easy to say goodbye, but it's hard to see others. When the water falls and the flowers fall, the spring is gone. It's heaven and earth."

The voice is cold, with cadences and ups and downs, just like pearls falling on a jade plate.

A tear came to Zhang's eyes and scattered the handwriting.

"Miss, don't catch the cold, put on more clothes." Que'er had already taken a snow-white robe and called to his lady.

But there was no movement.

"Miss! Miss? What are you doing?... Why are you crying!" Que'er was in a panic for a moment, wondering what was wrong with Dong Xinyue.

And this immortal beauty could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes, and her voice was choked with sobs:

"Quie'er, where is Mr. Shen?"

"Quie'er, take me to find Mr. Shen!"

The wind and rain continued outside the window, and the beaten banana leaves were falling and swaying.