Thousand Souls Introduction

Epment 9: If you want to get Zhou Langgu, always think about the string 3

"Yang--" was plucked with one finger, and the strings made a long sound like a dragon, and the tone was round, and there was no astringency because of deep sleep. Han Ruxu also came over when he heard the sound.

"Lord Han, do you know why I want you to see this piano?" Wei Tanyi covered the satin back.

"I don't know." It's nothing more than showing off, but it seems to have found the wrong person.

Wei Tanyi seemed to sigh and turned back to the table and sat down: "At the side of the King of Yue, there was a waiter who admired this elegant and extraordinary general very much, but due to the disparity in status, he could only expect that the king could look more when he met General Fang. Fang Zuoyong likes the rhythm, and this servant tries his best to learn, hoping to win his favor one day.

"Unfortunately, as you know, this Fang Zuoyong did not end well in the end. Although he is a talent, he also has a shortcoming that King Yue can't stand, that is, greed. King Yue was also an elegant person. This reversal of the seven stars was originally used to play elegant music in the palace. Fang Zuoyong returned with a victory. The king of Yue entertained him in the palace. When he heard the sound of the piano, he asked the king of Yue. Although the king of Yue was reluctant to give up, he finally gave it to him. Later, King Yue fabricated the charge and killed him.

Han Ruxu had no expression on his face and didn't understand what he meant.

"Of course, because of his outstanding achievements and power, there were many people who made friends with him before his death. When he was first convicted and imprisoned, many people pleaded for him. Unfortunately, these people did not see through the true thoughts of the king. Later, they not only could not save Fang Zuoyong, but also compensated themselves." There is a wonderful luster in Wei Tan's eyes, which seems to mean something.

"...Do you want to persuade me to stop worrying about this?"

Wei Tanyi shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "The story is not over yet. Later, the waiter said to the king of Yue, suggesting that Fang Zuoyong be exiled to Hannan - this was already quite far away, and at that time it was already the border of Yue. Fang Zuoyong went on the road so depressed and fell into a prisoner from the general of Pingbu Qingyun. What made him even more sad was that the reversal of the seven stars was taken back by the king of Yue, which was as painful as tearing a piece of meat from his body. Shortly after arriving in Hannan, he died of illness.

What is the purpose of this communication? What does it mean if you don't dissuade yourself? Han Ru thought about it for a long time and didn't think about it. She bowed her head and said nothing.

"Oh, by the way, since Lord Han is here, can you do me a favor when you are free?" Wei Tanyi suddenly thought of raising his voice.

"...what's the matter?"

"After all, this reversal of the seven stars is a treasure. It's really pitiful to put it here, and I can't work hard. Can you bother Lord Han to move it to the backyard room, so that it can't see the light."

Thinking of moving this particularly bulky and shabby guy, Han Ruxu's face turned black, but he still agreed.

For the sake of doing this, should he help more or less?

***

East Palace.

Prince Song Jing sat leisurely at the table and ordered tea, and the fragrance of Yugong Dew filled the whole room.

"Your Highness, are you still in the mood to order tea at this time?" I don't know when the right concubine appeared outside the door and asked quietly.

"Why are you not in the mood?" Song Jing raised the tea in Yang's hand and seemed to be in a good mood. "Dilu has always been a good tea for my father. In recent years, he has been fascinated by the jade butterfly wings, and Xiao Wang has been able to get a few taels. If he doesn't enjoy it well, won't it be a violent thing?"

The right concubine's face was uncertain, leaning against the door frame without saying a word.

"Bear by the way, someone told Xiao Wang something interesting last night. Come here, Xiao Wang wants to tell you."

"Yes."

At dusk in the setting sun, the main hall of the East Palace was dark, and only the boiling water was poured into the tea bowl, and its sound trickle. The right concubine stared at the tea bowl on the table and never saw the prince open his mouth. He asked, "Your Highness, what interesting things do you want to say to your subordinates?"

Song Jing smiled and said, "Why are you panicking? If there is no good tea, no matter how interesting the story is, it will be less."

The tea slowly stirred the green tea pulp in the bowl, which was so thick that it made the throat dry.

"Silver candle told Xiao Wang that he seemed to see a strange shadow appearing in a place that should not appear that night." Song Jing gently taped the turbulent tea pulp with a tea cup and said slowly.

The right concubine was silent.

"Come on, you have followed Xiao Wang for so many years, and now you are in trouble. This tea is Xiao Wang's gratitude to you."

The right concubine was moved: "Your Highness killed his subordinates. Since you have followed your Highness, you should try your best."

Song Jing curled his lips disapprovingly: "Well, although Xiao Wang didn't treat you badly, he didn't pay special attention to you on weekdays. How could it be worth not even taking your life for Xiao Wang?"

"Bangdang!" The tea bowl slipped. If it hadn't been for the original height, I'm afraid that this bowl of good tea that ordinary people have never seen would have died together with the celadon tea bowl. The right concubine's hands trembled slightly, which was thought to be the result of hard restraint.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

The right concubine closed his eyes vigorously: "Your Highness, if you want to die, you will not hesitate."

Song Jing nodded: "Then you go."

"...Your Highness!"

"What else? Oh, you drink the tea. Keep it hot.

After saying that, Song Jing only stared at the tea bowl in his hand and refused to look at him. The right concubine trembled and picked up the tea bowl. After a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind and quickly drank the hot tea. Song Jing looked at him with a smile and asked, "How does it taste?"

"I will never forget it." The right concubine put down the tea bowl and fell to the ground. After kowtowing deeply, he got up and left the main hall without looking back.

***

This time, Si Si is no longer as fierce as last time. When she saw Han Ruxu, she also saluted with a smile, as if the previous one was just her twin sister.

"The master should have fallen asleep by this time." Although he said so, he still took Han Ruqi to the backyard.

Out of courtesy, Han Ruxu waited at the corner of the cloister and knocked on the door.

"Master, Lord Han has something to visit." Si Si shouted several times outside the door, but the room was still silent. Han Ruxu waited for a while and felt something was wrong, so he came forward and said, "Is the door locked?" No, but he rushed in..." Before he finished his words, the door had been pushed open.

The room was cold and cold, and it didn't look like anyone was there. Han Ruqi tightened the nerves of her whole body and slowly walked into the room.

There are no candles in the room, so I can only touch the darkness. The darkness can just paralyze people's minds. Han Ruxu feels that he is not walking in a room, but in some kind of dangerous trap.

** Put down the account and see if there are people lying inside. Thousands of thoughts turned around in Han Ruxu's mind. There was no one in it, or there was a corpse lying inside. Maybe there was a killer hidden beside him, or...

"Wh!" The tent was lifted, and there was no one left. Although Han Ruxu was puzzled, he was relieved. Who would have thought that the quenching behind him suddenly screamed, which scared him so much that he almost drew his knife: "What's wrong?"

Qing Si pointed to the empty piano rack: "Master, he..."

Han Ruxu became nervous in an instant: "Where has he gone?"

"In the palace..."

***

Pray for the Immortal Pagoda. Every New Year's Eve, the emperor will lead the minister of culture and martial arts to come here to worship the gods and pray for the good weather in the coming year. At that time, there will be a prayer ceremony arranged by the Ministry of Ceremonies, and the music officials will play music. The emperor will kowtow to the gods and offer sacrifices for a year.

There are six floors of the Immortal Pagoda, and there are eight winds on the top floor. It is said that even the gods can hear the music here. Therefore, after each sacrificing ceremony, someone will continue to play music for the gods here.

It was early summer, and there should be no one in the tower, but there were some fine footsteps to the top of the tower, against the creepy empty night.

The person who climbed the tower soon appeared, with white clothes and blue silk, carrying a thing on his back, carefully wrapped in embroidered satin, and couldn't see what it was.

Wei Tanyi untied the thing on his back and gently put it on the ground, untied the layers of wrapped satin, revealing the broken reversal of the seven stars. This is the Immortal Pagoda. You can come out.

With his voice, a faint figure gradually appeared on the top of the tower. The man was dressed in light blue, his hair was slightly scattered, and the face of a beautiful teenager was faintly sad between his eyebrows. The young man in blue saluted him: "Thank you, Mr. Wei, for your help. Qing Wan has nothing to repay."