Chapter 9: If you want to get Zhou Langgu, always think about the string 4

"Just do what you want, don't thank me." Wei Tanyi walked aside with his hands behind his back.

The young man in blue knew that he didn't want to disturb himself. He bowed deeply gratefully, then quickly sat down cross-legged, carefully picked up the reversal of Qixing and put it on his knees, and rubbed the strings with both hands, as if he were touching his beloved.

Suddenly, with a buzzing sound, the melody flowed from between my fingers, and quickly gushed out the fairy tower and spread to the whole palace. At the beginning, it was clear, like a mountain stream, and then it was full, sprinkled with atmosphere and not sharp at all. It was vast but not empty, and it was actually an elegant pleasure spread among the court musicians.

Although it is a broken piano, there is nowhere to hear it in the deep palace, and the lights that have been extinguished for a long time are lit again. The people in the concubine's palace are guessing where the sound of the piano comes from in the middle of the night.

In the East Palace, Song Jing was still reading at night. When he heard the sound of the piano, he put down the scroll and walked into the court.

"It seems that there is pure jade hidden in piles of brocade embroidery, and it is like a column of light smoke under the bright moon. Although this person plays great elegant music, it contains faint feelings, which is really not easy," a smile on his lips, "And only with five strings, is it... Is it "Celebrating Life"?"

Emperor Xuanping at the Zunwei Palace was also awakened, but he did not listen so leisurely, but angrily ordered to thoroughly investigate who disturbed the palace in the middle of the night. Han Ruxu was rushing at this point and was immediately sent to work.

***

On the fairy tower, Wei Tanyi stood in the wind, carefully distinguishing the changes of the wind.

"Here we go."

The young man in blue was still intoxicated with the music he played, and did not notice that a mysterious figure was slowly approaching behind him.

***

"Hight!" A figure flashed past the corner ahead, and the sharp-eyed bodyguard immediately shouted when he saw it. For a moment, all the guards nearby enveloped and trapped the sneaky figure like a turtle in an urn.

Han Ruxu was searching on the other side. Suddenly, he received the news and immediately rushed over. The bodyguards made way for him. Han Ruqi stepped forward. The man who knelt on the ground slowly raised his head and turned out to be one of the concubines of Youchunfang in the East Palace.

"Why are you here?" Han Ruqi saw him several times in and out of the East Palace, and he was very surprised that he could wander outside the East Palace at this time.

The right concubine looked at him and seemed to be smiling: "Lord Han, don't panic. I just want the emperor to come forward to say a few words to the emperor. After that, I will leave."

Han Ruxu almost tilted his nose angrily: "Are you going to talk to the emperor in the middle of the night? The emperor is annoyed that he won't see you if you go.

"Lord Han, please take me to see the emperor. I have something about the prince, and I must explain it to the emperor in person."

It involved that Prince Han Ruqi did not dare to refuse again, so he had to send someone to Zunwei Palace to report.

After a while, the right concubine was taken to the Zunwei Palace. Emperor Xuanping was walking around the courtyard impatiently. When he saw someone coming, he only asked coldly, "What do you want to say to me?"

The right concubine knelt down two steps forward, kowtowed respectfully, and then said, "Your Majesty, the person who is plotting to kill the little highness is not the prince, but the Lin Huifei of the Cuixing Palace. The person who did it is Weichen."

Everyone present was stunned, and Emperor Xuanping rushed forward angrily and lifted him up: "You dog slave, you are talking nonsense here!" The right concubine did not resist. He looked directly into the emperor's eyes, and his voice seemed to be enchanted: "Weichen can stand here at this time, which is enough to prove that what he said is not true. If it hadn't been secretly manipulated, how could Weichen still walk freely in the palace when His Royal Highness was under house arrest."

Emperor Xuanping was stunned and let go of his hand.

"The only reliance on killing the empress is to secretly monitor and blame the prince and defeat the noble concubine. Who else in the harem can do these things? Your Majesty, Weichen should not need to say much."

Emperor Xuanping snorted heavily: "Then why did you say all this? I said that you obviously want to help the prince get rid of suspicion, and it's true to blame Lin Huifei!"

The right concubine smiled glancholy: "I was able to get out of the East Palace this time. I was supposed to report to the emperor that I was instructed by the prince to kill the little prince, but the woman miscalculated. Something happened that even Weichen did not expect, which completely disrupted her plan."

"What's the matter?"

The courtyard suddenly calmed down, and Han Ru was awe-y. Without waiting for the people around her to react, she pulled the right concubine over: "Your Majesty, be careful!"

The bodyguard on the scene saw that the right concubine who was pulled away had a machete in his hand and hurriedly protected Emperor Xuanping behind him. The right concubine couldn't stab him, so he stabbed his chest with a knife, and the crimson blood immediately soaked the clothes on his chest.

"What did you say?" At this time, he no longer posed a threat. Han Ruqi saw his lips squirming, so he attached it to his ear. I only heard the weak voice and said intermittently, "No one can foresee... who... will fall in love, who..."

Han Ruqi's whole body was shocked, and the head in his arms was crooked and died.

"Han Qing, what did he say?" Emperor Xuanping calmed down behind a bodyguard and asked with a straight face.

"He said..." Han Ruxu didn't know how to convey it. If he paraphrased it directly, would this tongue twister generally make the emperor, who was already irritable, angry again? If he stated the meaning directly, "The right concubine fell in love with the prince." He couldn't say such rebellious words. He hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "He said that no one can meet, and who will fall in love with whom."

Emperor Xuanping was moved and didn't say anything for a long time, and the sound of the piano was also stopping abruptly at this time. It made people wonder whether this would be a sad play, and he was the actor in it.

***

In the hall, the musician stroked the piano, the dancers danced, and the wine and food in front of them were delicious, and the congratulatory voices in their ears were endless.

Fang Zuoyong can't remember how many times this is a celebration banquet for himself, but he clearly remembers that he has seen the young man in blue several times.

I don't know when I noticed that he was next to King Yue. Although he was a man and did not have a brilliant appearance, he unconsciously lost his mind with a smile. At first, I thought it was my illusion, so I deliberately didn't look at him, but the more I suppressed myself, the stronger my heart became. I wanted to see him, and I wanted to look at him all the time.

Although he knows that he is the slave of King Yue and can never touch it, he still wants to see him again and again. For that short glimpse, he can be born and die, and gamble his life in exchange for him to make a glass of sake for himself at the celebration banquet.

"General Fang, please." The blue-shirted teenager filled him with wine and bowed slightly to him.

As long as this moment, even tomorrow will sleep for a long time.

***

"Wei Tan Yi!"

As soon as Si Si opened the door of the store, Han Ruxu broke in and almost hit her.

"Lord Han is so anxious, what's the matter?" Si Si smiled cunningly, as if he had known for a long time that he would come.

"What about others?" Han Ruqi asked angrily.

Wei Tanyi came in from the backyard: "Early in the morning, Lord Han shouted like this. Is there any money to pay back?"

Han Ruqi blocked it. He almost forgot that he still had a handle in other people's hands, and consciously stopped making a sound.

After everything in the store was arranged, the quenching spring water was ready to make tea. Wei Tanyi asked leisurely, "What's the matter? Tell me."

"...The mysterious sound of the piano in the palace last night, is it your ghost?"

Hearing the words, she couldn't help raising her head and smiling, as if to say, "See how you answer." Wei Tan's clothes cage put on his hands and fell into a fake nap. After a while, he said, "Lord Han probably doesn't know yet. The only piano I have here is to reverse the Seven Stars. Now there is only a pile of fragments left. How do you want me to play monsters in the palace?"

"Fragments?" Han Ruqi was confused. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the piano rack in the corner: "Lord Han, please look, the reversal of the seven stars is there. It's like this when I got up early this morning." Following her hand, the originally dilapidated reversal of the seven stars seemed to be broken into thousands of pieces from the inside, and even the strings were broken and scattered around the piano rack.

"It's a pity," Wei Tanyi bent his elbows and pancreas, and said thoughtfully, "Fang Zuoyong once used it to compose "Celebrating Life", but it's a pity that this song has also been lost."

***

I was finally able to hug him.

When my old friends felt sympathetic for my guilt, all I thought was that I would never see him again, and that was enough to hurt my heart.

Above the hall, I was thrown to the ground by the bodyguard who ambushed early in the morning. This was the end I had expected for a long time. I was not afraid of death, because I could still see him before I died. His worried look at that moment was worth my careless walk on Huangquan Road.

He didn't know what he said in Yue Wang's ear. Yue Wang nodded repeatedly.

In the end, I was stripped of all official positions and assigned to Hannan.

I know that if it hadn't been for his wisdom in a hurry, I would have been smashed by a knife on the spot. Although the years of exile were extremely difficult, I still believed what I saw at that moment, and until today I have confirmed that what I thought was true.

What will happen if the soul loses its obsession? I don't want to know that if there is an afterlife, I would like to live and die together, and he must have the same desire.