The day
I died, all the people in the capital cheered. The Taoist priests
of Qingming Terrace opened the door and saw the beauty lying in front of the table, bleeding from all seven orifices,
looking dead. With a wave of the whisk,
the national teacher declared to all the people in the world that
the evil spirits had been brought to justice!
That night, the baby began to cry. I opened my eyes and smiled slowly
at my dear father. The national teacher
of Qingming Terrace is good at geomancy, but he can’t deduce the fate of his beloved daughter, who has
just died and resurrected, the evil star.
My name is Mingyu. My mother is the daughter of the prime minister’s mansion, and my father is the national teacher of Qingmingtai.
As I grew up, I looked very much like the evil spirits who had been killed in those days.
The long eyebrow is thick and beautiful, the end of the eye is flying red, and a little lachrymal mole is on the bridge of the nose, which is as red as blood.
My mother was too restless to look me in the eye. The father rebukes her to think: “a Li is your younger sister, you originally have five points alike.”. It’s not uncommon for a Ming Yu
to resemble her. What are you afraid of?
Then I fell on my mother’s lap and asked innocently, “Mother, who is Ali?”
Mother’s cheeks were pale and her fingers trembled uncontrollably. “No one, no one
.” On the day of
my fourteenth birthday, my father deduced my destiny and calculated that I had a phoenix destiny. He
was overjoyed and sent me to the palace in the name of serving the queen mother.
Before he left, he looked at me with deep meaning and said, “Mingyu, do you know that you are the only phoenix
in the world?”
I wondered, “But Father, Your Majesty is already thirty-one years old this year, and Mingyu is only fourteen
.” “Silly boy,”
he said, “what is age in the face of great power?” There is a draft every three years in the
palace, and Your Majesty has not had a draft for twelve years.
The palace is hanging in the air, and people with a little power want to send their daughters to the harem, and my
father is no exception.
So I entered the palace under the banner of serving the queen mother, but I was assigned to serve in the upper study.
This is the first time I have seen Bai Shanmo in fourteen years.
He is thirty and one years old this year, but he looks like a young man of seventeen. Oh, it’s so good that he still stays on the day I died, so young.
“Your name is Ming Yu?”
I knelt respectfully. “Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Come here and let me see more clearly.”
I half knelt obediently in front of the couch, and in front of me was the complicated pattern of his dragon robe.
He took off my jade hairpin, five fingers through my long hair, the fragrance of tung flowers spread
, and he took a deep breath.
Suddenly there was a pain in the top of my head. It was the white mountain ink that pulled out one of my hairs.
He opened his palm and a white hair lay in his palm.
“Ming Yu, you have young white.”
I said, “Your Majesty, do not turn me away.”
He helped me up with a look of scrutiny in his eyes.
“You’re only fourteen?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
September 14 is my birthday and the anniversary of Ali’s death. Baishan Mo was drunk
that night, and the big eunuch hurriedly called me to serve him. He said, “Miss Mingyu, this is a great opportunity.”
What’s a good chance? A good chance to climb the dragon bed. Holding Baishanmo’s hand,
I gently coaxed him, “Your Majesty is drunk. Will Mingyu help you to have a rest
?”
Bai Shanmo raised his eyelids, stroked my eyebrows and eyes with his fingers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Ali, you’re back
.” Confused,
I asked, “Your Majesty, who is Ali?”
His fingers jerked back and he closed his eyes heavily. “No one, no one.”
That night he was so depressed that he didn’t touch me with a finger. Instead, a storyteller came to tell the story
.
It is said that there was once a Yueji, who was famous for her pipa and her green waist moved the capital, and how many dignitaries
‘children were all ministers under her skirt. Unfortunately, she died early, and since her death, the lute
in the capital has been burned clean.
It is said that the fire lit up half of the sky, burning for three days and three nights, the last wisp of flame
suddenly jumped up, its shape is strange, is the romantic posture of the dancer embracing the lute. With great trepidation,
the storyteller finished telling what he had seen and heard in the past and bowed down. The
hall was empty again, and only Baishan Mo and I were left.
Bai Shanmo asked me how I felt. I think the story is true. It’s just that after a period of truth has been cut off, can rest
still be regarded as the truth? Of course, you can’t say that
in front of Bai Shanmo. I just pick the point and wonder, “What is
a lute?”
Bai Shanmo looked down at me, “Do you want to learn the lute?”? I’ll teach you, won’t I? The best wood
for making pipa grows on the Qingming Platform.
Qingming Terrace is the dwelling place of the national teacher, and it is not allowed to enter easily.
Baishan Mo does not have these many rules, he is the emperor, there is no place
in the world he can not go.
My father led the Taoist priests in the Qingming Platform to display on both sides and waited respectfully.
I followed Baishan Mo, and he took my hand and walked forward. When
my father saw it, there was a complacent smile on his lips.
Baishan Mo ordered people to cut down the best paulownia tree in the yard and make a lute
for me personally. When
he made the lute, I looked at him without blinking.
Bai Shanmo smiled. “How old are you, Mingyu?” He asked
this repeatedly, but forgot it repeatedly. And I repeatedly replied, “Fourteen, Your Majesty.”
He thought for a moment and sighed, “When I first met your aunt, she was only fourteen.”
My father broke in and said, “Your Majesty has made a mistake. Mingyu doesn’t have an aunt.”
Bai Shanmo’s face was suddenly gloomy, and he cut the wood hard, and the veins on the back of his hand burst. When
the lute was ready, it was named Green Waist.
Baishan Mo said that in the past, Yueji embraced the pipa, singing and dancing lightly, and played a song that moved the capital,
which was green waist. When
he said this, I was tying his hair, and the ivory comb went through his long
hair again and again.
His hair was black and shiny, full of the smell of youth.
It’s so enviable.
He is thirty-one years old, but he will not grow old.
I was only fourteen years old, and I began to fade.
Eyes fell on the ends of my hair, and more than one of them turned white.
I quietly fiddled with my bun and hid my white hair.
“Ming Yu, you are so young. You are as young
as a fresh flower. You can pinch out water at any time.” “Flowers are easy to die, unless …” I said sweetly. Your Majesty is willing to water the
jade.
He looked up at me suddenly, and his eyes were full of desire.
The next second, I was hanging in the air, Baishan Mo’s arm around my waist, the whole hall
became an illusory background, his face enlarged in front of my eyes, and then enlarged. In the
bronze mirror, the red coat and the dragon robe were interlaced, and then slipped to the ground. I wrapped my arms around his
neck, and he kissed my lips, leaving a bright red bite mark on my collarbone, only to stop at the last moment
.
His voice was hoarse. “You’re still a child, Mingyu.”
I’m just a kid.
In the mouth of Baishan Mo, this is the reason to protect me.
In my father’s mouth, this is the reason to punish me. Thunder
, rain drops from the sky hit, continuous into a rain curtain, covering my line of
sight. My
red dress was soaked through, and I knelt under the pavilion, and it was extremely cold.
“Do you know you were wrong to seduce the emperor, Ming Yu, at such a young age?”
“Father, you asked me to enter the palace.” “I just want you to accompany the queen mother around and make her happy. How did you go to
your majesty’s dragon bed to relieve your boredom?!” Suddenly
I laughed and said maliciously, “Isn’t that what you want, father?”
Pow-
he rushed down from the gazebo and slapped me in the face.
It hurts. It really hurts.
We were both drenched by the rain, but we were like trapped animals facing each other, ready to fight
to the death. Did the
daughter say something wrong? You deduce that I have a phoenix destiny, and you can’t wait to send me
to the palace. Isn’t that the moment you’re looking forward to when I climb onto the dragon bed? I covered my cheeks
and smiled contemptuously. “It’s a pity that Your Majesty thinks I’m too young to be a beauty
.”. You’re disappointed, so you take it out on me, aren’t you? Master Guoshi.
He wanted to hit me again, but there was a shadow swooping down behind him.
It’s a dark guard given to me by Baishan Mo. His name is 15. Holding his father’s hand
firmly, he said lightly, “Miss Mingyu is your majesty
‘s person now. If the national teacher continues to fight, it will not be appropriate.”
Father left in a huff.
One five to go, they do the dark guard has rules, have to pay attention to hide themselves at any time. I grabbed the corner of his coat. He
didn’t move. He looked down at me. “Miss Mingyu?”
I raised my head and wiped the rain off my face, saying, “I’ve been kneeling for a long time and my knees hurt.
Can you carry me back?”
He was stupefied. “I’ll go and find your maid.”
I clenched the corner of his clothes, stood up with difficulty, tottered without any suspense, and fell
into his arms smoothly.
“The maid can’t hold me. I want you to hold me.” In the
line of sight, 15’s face quietly red.
I soaked in the bath and shouted softly.
“Fifteen, my face hurts. Give me the medicine.”
I’m lying.
My face doesn’t hurt. It hurts my internal organs that have been burned at the stake.
In the past, I used to endure and take away people’s souls to change reincarnation, which is the price I should pay.
However, when I am around, there is no need to endure it. Crouching on the
beam was a heavy figure, who said, “Miss Mingyu, this is not
proper.” I fiddled with the petals and made a deliberate wail: “But my face really hurts. You have to touch it with
your ice muscles and jade bones before it doesn’t hurt.” I was born with a cold body for
five days, so I was fickle and had few desires, so I was assigned to be a dark guard.
For the devil, he is a natural medicine, and every touch is enough to eliminate the pain caused by burning
. When the sound of
falling to the ground sounded, I turned my head to look. One five turned his back to me and approached
me step by step. A hand was stretched out on the
side with a layer of cocoon, which was the mark
of the usual sword.
I learn from the kitten and stick it on obediently. It’s cool and comfortable. The evil thoughts in
my heart grew like weeds. I stood up from the bath, clenched my
wrist, and gradually moved it down.
Hiss, touch, rough finger cocoons and delicate buds. I
suddenly wanted to pull back my hand, but I held it and refused to let it go.
“One five, one five,” I almost sobbed. “Turn around and look at
me.”
“Miss Mingyu, this is not a matter of etiquette!”
Who said he was fickle? His ears were red. The enemy has disarmed and surrendered before the evil spirit’s obsequiousness has been performed.
“Well, let me give you a kiss. I have never tasted
the happiest thing in the world.”
Turn around —
if you turn around —
he saw my eyes, and I saw his eyes.
It’s beautiful. Amber, clean and pure. His eyes.
Looking at you, the river is leisurely. Turn to stone and never look back.
This hatred has lasted for four hundred years, and the sound of the lute has stopped and there is no time to return.
When I sang softly, his eyes trembled uncontrollably, and he became addicted and
frightened.
He opened his mouth, but could not make a sound; tears came into his eyes, but he could not move
his fingers.
I’m begging for mercy, but Mingyu doesn’t want to stop.
That night, the water in the bath was cool and hot, and I was floating and sinking in the sea of desire, and all the pain
was gone.
I hugged his neck and gasped, “One five, good one five, you saved me.” His mind was gradually clear, his cheeks were burning red, but he could not speak.
“I won’t tell anyone.” I closed my eyes. “You go.” But
he did not go, his rough palm carefully cupped my face, and then
kissed it more deeply. No one in the
capital is good at playing the lute, except Your Majesty.
He said he would teach me to play the lute, and the teacher could only do it for him.
Baishan ink often passes me into the upper study, and the sound of decadence lingers in the elegant hall.
I went in and out of the palace with the lute in my arms, and the white skirt was in full bloom like a lotus flower in June.
Everyone said that the national teacher had given birth to a good daughter, who was pure and unworldly.
Only Baishan Mo knew that every time I looked at him, I was charming and seductive
.
But he did not move, just like an old monk, who patiently taught me the lute and was my teacher
.
I put up with it again and again, concentrating on playing the lute and being a good student.
In fact, do not have to concentrate, this has long been my instinct, at the beginning of my memory, has
been engraved in the bone and blood, with my life together. Bai Shanmo stopped reading the memorial and fixed his eyes on me: “Ming Yu, you are very perceptive
.”
I laughed, silver armor across the four strings, curling a green waist.
In the midst of the music, I looked at him gently. “So, does Your Majesty like me a
little more?”
Bai Shanmo avoided answering and came to correct my sitting posture.
I refused. I looked up at him and said, “Your Majesty, I am not the legendary Le Ji.
I don’t have to be like her everywhere.” His
hands stiffened and he whispered, “No, you’re not.”
My lute is getting better and better, mainly because I am too lazy to play dumb.
Baishan Mo doesn’t care much about me. His attitude towards me is more like treating a daughter than a woman who
may become a favorite concubine.
I feel depressed because I can’t seduce him. Throughout the ages
, many famous works were written when the poet was frustrated.
I am not a poet, but I can empathize with them, and I want to do something out of line to
relieve my frustration.
I want to climb the highest tree in the Imperial Garden to play the lute, and imagine the wind blowing my skirt
, which must be very beautiful. However, I can’t climb trees, so I choose to lobby one five. “No, it’s not safe,” said the
boy with a refusal written all over his face.
I tugged at the corner of his coat and said, “But I really want to go up there.” I clenched my
fingers into fists, unable to make up my mind. I stood on tiptoe and took a sudden bite on his cheek
.
He whispered, “Well …” All right, but you must be careful.
He finally lifted me up to his shoulder, but his hand holding my waist was shaking
unconsciously, which made me a little embarrassed.
“Hold me tight, or I’ll fall.”
One five was silent, and the hand on my waist was a little harder.
“It hurts. You’re pinching too hard.” I immediately relaxed my
hand, and as a result, I lost my focus and fell back
.
I think I’m going to fall. I’m so afraid of pain. I’ll shed more tears later so that he
can feel distressed.
But it didn’t.
I fell into the arms of one and a half, a little cool, is the temperature I like. I held Yiwu’s neck, and he stared at me.
I was amused and stuck a finger on his forehead. “Idiot.”
The sky is getting brighter and the morning light is slightly dewy.
I sat in the treetop and plucked a note to myself. The
sound of the lute breaks through the air, like a broken silver bottle, like a broken silk and jade.
Sure enough, the wind blew gently, rolling my white skirt, and a white lotus
bloomed in the air.
Gradually, there is the sound of the vibration of the wings, and the sound of the lute. Birds fly in the
air, with bright feathers, sharp beaks, and graceful and treacherous
trajectories.
It was a strange bird that would not appear in the capital. They heard the call of the
same kind hidden in the sound of the lute and flew from the mountains to the palace.
The morning sun rose slowly, and the glow covered the sky.
I still look down and caress the strings, and the sound becomes a song, which is sad and sentimental.
I do not know when, the tree is full of people, some are obsessed with the sky, some are obsessed
with me.
I don’t know who knelt down first, or who shouted, “a vision from heaven, a hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix.” I smiled coldly, thinking that after so many years, the world has not made any
progress, and ignorance is ridiculous.
In the distance, there is a bright yellow approaching slowly, and it is your majesty’s coming.
I pluck the strings, change it into a lovesickness tune, crush the Red Bean, and hide it in the rhythm.
Every sound is a sound that can not be sought and tossed and turned.
I sang hoarsely,
“Where you are, the river is leisurely.”. Turn to stone and never look back.
This hatred has lasted for four hundred years, and the sound of the lute has stopped and there is no time to return.
Bai Shanmo stood under the tree, surrounded by dark people kneeling on the ground.
He looked for a moment at the rays of the sun and the birds. After a long time, he opened his arms to me and said, “Mingyu,
come down.”
I should have been afraid, but to show my trust in him, I jumped into his
arms without hesitation.
His arms were warm and fragrant with sandalwood. I rubbed them against him like a kitten
and said, “Your Majesty, you finally remember me.”
He just hugged me as if no one was watching. He bowed his head and smiled, “You’re planting evidence again. I’m obviously
thinking about you all the time.”
I huddled in his arms, my heart suddenly filled with burning pain. The fire of hell is burning in my insides.
***ing burning.
I was fatigue and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
The lute slipped from my hand and fell to the ground with a heavy dull sound.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the cracked board. I thought Bai Shanmo would be very angry because it was
a lute made by himself.
But he did not look at the lute, his eyes turned to me, and his expression suddenly became frightened and worried. As soon as
I wanted to ask you what was wrong, I began to cough violently, and the blood flowed out,
bright red, which was particularly terrible on the snow-white skirt. I’m
sick. I’m very sick.
The doctor couldn’t find the cause of the disease, so he could only give me some nourishing prescriptions.
In fact, I know why, I took the soul, reverse reincarnation, barely grew up to fourteen
years old, has exhausted the few remaining cultivation. If there is no spirit to maintain my state of life
, I will gradually wither until I become a white bone.
The white mountain ink is the son of heaven, the body condition has stayed for a long time in seventeen years old, obviously his spirit
is extremely prosperous, is the extremely good tonic. So I repeatedly seduce, in order to collect Yang and supplement Yin, and slow
down the speed of my withering.
At this moment, this tonic is lying beside my bed, the dragon robe is wrinkled, and one hand is still
holding me tightly. I moved my finger, and he woke up with a start. His eyes were bloodshot. “Ming Yu, you’re
awake.”
I hugged him and cried, “I thought I’d never see you again.”
His fingers wiped the tears from my eyes and he said, “I won’t let you get sick again.”
After that, I was in a daze and fell asleep several times.
Bai Shanmo began to write memorials in my hall so that he could often see me.
One day I woke up and saw my father’s figure through the layers of curtains. I closed my eyes as soon as I
opened them, because I heard the familiar name.
Ali.
“I always feel that Ming Yu and Ah Li are becoming more and more alike, for example, in their appearance, and in their excellent technique of attracting
birds.”
The father smiled, “Your Majesty, the demon lost his magic power before he died, and he lost the lute parasite
. He will surely die. You don’t have to worry.”
Bai Shanmo hesitated for a moment: The day Ali died, Mingyu was just born. Do you think
it could be reincarnation? “Your Majesty,” said the
father with a trace of pride, “when the demon was killed by the minister, he was scared out of his wits
and had no chance to return to reincarnation. I have told Mingyu her fortune. She was born to be a phoenix
. She is a person of great fortune, and she can never be the reincarnation of evil spirits. “That’s all. Stand down.”
Footsteps sounded, the curtain was lifted, and I quickly closed my eyes.
Bai Shanmo’s fingers stroked my eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, and finally stopped at the lachrymal mole in the corner of my
eyes. “If you really were Ali,”
he whispered, “how could you not tell me?”. You
love me the most, don’t you? Of course
I won’t answer him. I’m a sleeping patient now.
For a long time, the white mountain ink has gone, and the footsteps are lonely.
I opened my eyes and looked steadily at the top of the tent. There was sticky blood dripping from the lachrymal mole in the corner of my eye.
Down.
I wiped the blood from the lachrymal mole with an expressionless face, knowing that my time was running
out. In the middle of
the night, I picked up the lute.
The paulownia board was replaced with a new one, and the big eunuch said that it was replaced by Your Majesty himself. As
he spoke, the corners of his eyes wrinkled with laughter, and the tone of his voice was full of flattery.
I knew that after my illness, the white mountain looked after me in black clothes, and everyone thought that I must
be the future queen. The Imperial Commission judged the hour and sized up the situation and flattered me in advance in the hope of making friends with me. The rest of the
palace must have thought so too.
Therefore, I got the white dress smoothly and went to the stargazing platform smoothly. When the
first sound of the lute was sounded, the moon was bright and the stars were rare, and the night was as cool as water.
There is a whimpering wind that sweeps the ends of my hair.
I learn from Jiang Taigong, fishing with pipa, and those who are willing to take the bait.
But I have been sitting for two hours, and no one has come.
“Don’t wait. Your Majesty is staying with the
imperial concubine today. He won’t come.”
I bowed my head and slowly took off the silver armor and said, “If he doesn’t come, I will die
.”. 15, I don’t have much time.
One and five were suddenly irritable: “How could you do this?”? If he doesn’t love you, will you die
for him? There are so many good men in the world, you, you..
You don’t understand, I’m not just in love with him or not. I must
have him, and he must let me have him.
“Anyway, I don’t think you’re right.” It took me a long time to hold back a sentence.
But I have no time to care about him. Not far away, a lamp came on, and when the lamp moved, I saw His Majesty’s dragon robe.
I stood up and leaned over the railing to look down.
“Be careful not to fall.” One five says.
I came to my senses and saw him standing in the shadows, staring at me with a pair of stubborn eyes.
“One five, you go.” I say.
“Why?” The boy did not move.
“Because tonight, I will be Your Majesty’s woman.” I said with certainty.
His eyes suddenly darkened, and he turned and walked back into the deeper darkness
.
Baishan Mo pushed the door open, his face still a little tired.
“Mingyu, you should take good care of yourself, instead of climbing up to the stargazing platform in the middle of the night and playing the lute.”
I dropped the lute and threw myself into his arms. “But, Your Majesty, I had a nightmare at night and woke up
without seeing you. I was afraid.”
He stroked my long hair, and the light fragrance of tung flowers spread out.
Bai Shanmo’s eyes straightened for a moment, and I called him in a low voice, “Your Majesty?”
He blinked and looked down at me. “What music are you playing tonight, Mingyu?
” I pulled him to sit down on the soft couch and looked straight at him. “Your Majesty,
don’t you think you know Mingyu tonight?” There are lute sounds floating in the
void, and every sound is touching.
The demon performed the art of obsequiousness in order to get back what belonged to him.
White mountain ink’s eyes suddenly changed, is indulged, is degenerate.
His fingers brushed my eyebrows and eyes, and he suppressed a moan: “Ali.”
I opened his skirt to touch his skin and grunted contentedly, “Your Majesty, I am
here.”
This night, the clouds and rain, the distant stars do not blink, peeping a good time.
Bai Shanmo pressed me tightly, and his body was boiling hot. Like a piece of silk,
I was repeatedly crumpled and ironed by him.
It’s so good that the young, fresh and vivid spirit is flowing from him to
me.
I kissed him passionately, and the decadent sound of the lute resounded through the void and became a vast accompaniment
.
Looking at you, the river is leisurely. Turn to stone and never look back.
This hatred has lasted for four hundred years, and the sound of the lute has stopped and there is no time to return. My illness was completely cured, and Bai Shanmo began to become haggard.
I combed his hair, and the ivory comb sifted through his long hair and sifted out five or six white hairs.
I kept silent and quietly hid my white hair in my black hair so that he could not see it.
Wearing a golden crown, twelve crowns hung down, and a majestic emperor was reflected in the bronze mirror.
Bai Shanmo chuckled, “Ming Yu, you’re good at combing your hair. It makes me look more stable
.”
He is indeed much more stable, but not because of my craftsmanship, but because his
spirit has been sucked by me, the rest has been unable to maintain his appearance of seventeen years old.
We were happy every night, and he was happy, but he was getting older and older, more and more like a normal man of thirty-one
.
At the same time, most of my cultivation has been restored. Question
15: “What does it mean to cultivate?”? Are you not a human being?
“Yes, I’m a monster. Are you afraid?” I giggled and bared my teeth at him.
He looked at me with connivance and then asked, “How great is the restoration of the majority?” As I
sat on the treetop, my legs dangling, I slowly answered, “It’s the kind of thing that can wring
my father’s head off with one hand.” “Don’t say that,”
he said, frowning like a sage. I plucked the gardenias and asked him to put them in my hair. “I’m kidding,” he said softly. “After
all, that’s my father.” The
boy’s fingers fell firmly on the top of my hair, with a good smell.
This is the real smell that belongs to young people. Without thinking,
I turned around and hugged him.
He unconsciously tried to push me away, and I whined, “If I fall, I will die.”
So the hand that pushed me suddenly hugged me again.
I put my head on his shoulder and greedily smelled him, murmuring, “One five, good one
five. You’re not afraid of me at all. You’re so strange.”
He patted me clumsily on the back. “You say you are a lute spirit, but spirits are also good
and bad.”. I think you should be a good monster, and since that’s the case, I don’t have to be afraid of
you.
The voice just fell, and the young man’s moist lips trembled against my forehead.
It’s restraint, it’s piety, it’s caution.
I sighed quietly in my heart, closed my eyes and looked up.
Kiss me, right now.
The next second, he kissed me without saying a word. I couldn’t breathe. I hugged his neck and
said, “You.” End sound floating in the air, in the end is not the following.
Ask me why I want to enter the palace.
“To fulfill my father’s wish, of course.”
“You’re lying.”
“Hey, don’t expose me. Although I’m a monster, I’m occasionally thin-skinned.”
I said, “Actually, I have a benefactor. Without him, I wouldn’t have the benefactor
I have today.”. He will be destroyed in this lifetime, and I must repay him. “Is that Your Majesty?”
The boy asked in a muffled voice.
I smiled. “No, though at one point I thought it was him.”
“Who is that?” One five is unrelenting.
I pinched his face. “I don’t know. I haven’t found it yet.”
There is a gentle wind blowing, blowing a wisp of breath, very light, but familiar with the fast let me crazy.
I looked up in a daze and added in a low voice, “..” I think I’m going to find it
.
Because it was the breath of my benefactor in a previous life-he cut my body, gave me my soul, and at the last moment of my life, spilled blood on
my body.
His breath, I will never admit my mistake.
I jumped off the tree too hard and twisted my ankle.
Yiwu wanted to help me, so I pushed his hand away and limped forward.
He stood in front of me and said, “You’re hurt.”
“Slight injury, nothing.”
He took hold of my wrist and said stubbornly, “Go and see the Imperial Physician first.”
“No, I’m going to find him. It’ll be too late.”
I didn’t lie to him. The familiar breath was getting weaker and weaker. I thought the man was leaving. I had to
hurry up.
Disappointed, he said, “Who are you looking for?”? Is he that important?
“Very important, more important than my life.”
He let go of his hand, and I ran around him, following the source of the breath, but still couldn’t
resist looking back at him.
He stood where he was, hanging his head like a wounded dog. I suddenly relented and limped back, rubbing his cheek. “Well,
don’t feel bad.”. My body, I know. This little injury won’t do anything. “Just because you’re not in pain doesn’t mean others won’t do it for you,”
he whispered.
I was just about to speak when he gave himself a blow in frustration and said, “Leave me
alone. Go ahead. I won’t feel bad at all.”
I stretched out my hand to pull the corner of his clothes, but it was empty. The boy turned and disappeared in the shadow of the tree
.
I looked at the swaying branches in silence for a moment and walked on. The source of the
seemingly absent breath is a palace. The closer
I get to the palace, the more obvious the breath is.
I saw the plaque, Shanlan Palace. The
fingers clenched unconsciously, and the palms pinched out red marks.
I know who the owner of the palace is. It is Baishan Mo’s thirteenth brother, Baishan Lan, who is fourteen years old
this year. Because of his young age and the old son of the queen mother, he was granted permission by Baishan Mo
not to go out of the palace to build a mansion, but still lived in the palace. Looking back to the past in
my mind, there are only a few words in the page of life book that belongs to me alone,
which reads: Fourteen meets.
I always thought that meeting at the age of fourteen meant that I would meet my benefactor
at the age of fourteen in my life. Now that I think about it, it’s right to meet at fourteen, but the “fourteen” here refers to Baishanlan’s fourteen, not mine.
I took a deep breath and pushed open the palace door. Scattered in the
courtyard are many flowerpots, red, green and purple, magnificent and
elegant, which serves to show that the host is an idle guest, creating a small world of self-satisfaction
in the palace.
This scene overlapped with many scenes of a hundred years ago, so familiar that I almost immediately
shed tears. Can
you understand?
For more than ten years, I tried to find him in the vast crowd, but I
couldn’t really find him until I died.
At this moment, the familiar breath is very close to me, but I dare not go any further. The feeling of
being close to home is timid.
I closed my eyes, but the door suddenly opened and a little boy in blue came out.
The young man is handsome and gentle, like a Bodhisattva carved in jade.
He smiled at me with a small pear vortex at the corner of his lips, which was
similar to my benefactor in my previous life.
I almost immediately shed tears. He looked at me in a friendly way and did not ask me why I lost my temper, but quietly handed me a brocade handkerchief.
I wiped my tears in confusion and saluted, “I have seen your Highness.”
He smiled and said, “I can walk freely in the palace, and I have never seen it.”. I guess you
are Miss Mingyu.
I stared at his smile, and my mind went blank. It took me a long time to remember:
“I’m Ming Yu.”
Bai Shanlan nodded kindly at me, ignoring my straight eyes, and said gently
, I’ve heard for a long time that Miss Mingyu plays the lute very well. I love music theory, but I was born at the
wrong time, and I’ve never seen the lute before. I don’t know if I’m lucky enough to hear Miss Mingyu play
the lute today.
I looked at him tenderly and thought to myself, of course, I want it.
The maid fetched the lute, and I sat in the pavilion, surrounded by the sparkling lake, and in front of me was the husband I
had loved for four hundred years.
He did not know me, he thought I was the first encounter, but he did not know, this moment, I waited
too long too long.
I gently dial a note, and then point to follow the heart, a tune of its own.
This is a lonely song that no one knows. It was born in a city near the sea four hundred years ago. The
melody was composed by the master of the city. He was a musician
who was delayed by his status as a monarch. What he liked most was music theory rather than governing the country. Such a person, even the history books are not willing to record his life.
History books like to write about those brilliant emperors who shine through the ages, or those fatuous emperors who are promiscuous and mediocre. He
was ordinary, had no political achievements, and was not cruel enough, so he was lost in the vast river of four hundred
years, and no one mentioned it again.
Historians would not record it, but he personally took wood from trees, kneaded silk as strings, and made an
unparalleled lute.
Yes, it is the most useless and insignificant hobby of the king, and it can not save the country at stake
. Even the lute is not as good as the shield sword, which can block the sword that pierces
the heart for the king.
The king died, and the blood of his heart spilled on the lute.
It was his most cherished treasure, and it was his true soul
that was bound in the shell of the monarch. Neither
he nor the lute is known.
The music gradually shrill, my face expressionless to shed tears, silver armor suddenly broke, and the tune
did not stop.
I kept playing, kept playing, until Bai Shanlan held my wrist tightly. The little boy, like the
Jade Bodhisattva, lowered his face and said, “Enough.”
He carefully opened my fingers, which were dripping with blood. There was no smile on Bai Shanlan’s face. He looked at me and said sternly, “Miss Mingyu, there is a hatred in your
music that will destroy the world. If you don’t restrain it, one day it will
come back to bite you.”
I am suddenly very aggrieved, tears like broken beads, can not stop.
Don’t blame him, Mingyu. Don’t blame him.
He doesn’t know anything, he..
But how could he not know anything!
I covered my face with my sleeve and choked up until I couldn’t speak. At a loss,
Bai Shanlan handed me a veil and said, “Miss Mingyu, I just said something serious
in a hurry.”. In fact, what I want to say is that you are a little girl, and you don’t have to live so
hard, and you don’t have to hide so much hatred.
I was stunned and cried even more.
The young man immediately closed his mouth and pursed his lips tightly. After a long time, he cautiously asked
me, “Did I say something wrong just now?” I
cried for a long time before I stopped, sobbed and blew my nose on my veil and said, “Can you
give me a hug?” His
ears turned red. He hesitated and said, “That’s not good. Men and women are not
close to each other.” Before I had finished saying
“kiss,” I stood up and hugged him. Bai Shanlan hurriedly tried to push me away. I cried and threatened him, “If you touch my
hand, I will be in great pain.”
He stopped moving immediately, and his flustered breath spilled on my auricle.
I closed my eyes, gently hugged his neck, and said softly in my heart, “Little Lang Jun, I
have been waiting for this moment for four hundred years.”.
The setting sun gradually fell, and the orange-red sunset glow was smeared on the sky.
I’m going back. Before I left, I gave him the lute.
That is my noumenon, a magic weapon forged by evil spirits. I know that he has an
unbreakable death in this life. If I am by his side, I will take my life to block it for him.
If I am not there, this lute can also protect him.
But of course you can’t tell him that.
I don’t want him to be afraid, and I don’t want him to see me as an alien.
Think of me as an ordinary fourteen-year-old girl, in her prime, passionately in love.
“This lute is a talisman. Wherever you go, remember to take it with you. Maybe
it will protect you from disaster.”
Bai Shanlan held the lute in his arms and said thoughtfully, “Well, if the lute is broken, will you
die, too?”
I smiled at him and said, “Yes, so you must be good and don’t put yourself in
danger.” The Jade Bodhisattva boy began to blush again and said solemnly, “I will protect it.”
I smiled and looked at him tenderly.
Xiaolangjun, I don’t want you to protect me. Let me protect you in this life.
Bai Shanmo dotes on me very much, and there are many rumors in the palace that the emperor likes the lute, but I just
love me, love my dog.
So the daughters of the dignitaries in Beijing did not play the guqin but learned the pipa, secretly trying to
get me down. From top to bottom, this trend has led the common people to hear one or two lute sounds at any
alley entrance.
I am happy to see its success, and even add fuel to the flames.
Because every time one more person plays the lute, my cultivation will be stronger.
And this is exactly the reason why the Taoist priests led by my father insisted on burning the lute
fourteen years ago. Pipa was popular in
Beijing, and my father could not sit still.
He was frightened and came to Bai Shanmo with a sallow face. When
they talked, I sat behind the curtain, and Baishan Mo did not shy away from me and let me listen to everything
. Your Majesty, I went to check the Lu’an Pagoda few days ago and found nothing in it. The corpse of
the demon has disappeared. There was a
snap, the sound of broken porcelain, and then I heard the gloomy voice
of the white mountain ink: “a good corpse, say disappear and disappear?”? Qingming Tai is not doing its job well. National teacher, what crime should you
commit?!
He was always quiet and seldom so angry.
So my father immediately knelt down and kowtowed to the lofty national teacher in front of him. Atonement,
Your Majesty! I immediately sent someone to trace the whereabouts of the body, and I will find it. After a pause, he
changed his voice to a more subtle one. “But don’t worry, Your Majesty. Evil spirits will never
bring disaster to the world again.”
Trying to cover up, clouds and fog around, never say clearly. The old trick of the
national teacher can be deceived for a while, but not for a lifetime. After the
curtain, I kept sneering and turned away. The
skirt pulled on the stool, and the stool fell to the ground with a dull sound. “You’d better prove it to me,” said
Bai Shanmo, who seemed to have heard of it.
My father proved it, in a cruel way.
He invited Your Majesty to go to Qingming Terrace, and Baishanmo took me there. It was a sunny day after the rain, and the brilliant sunshine shone on all things in the world, washing away the dull atmosphere of the loss
of evil bodies. The
solemn altar was surrounded by a circle of outstanding Taoist priests in white.
My father stood in the front with a whisk in his hand, his Taoist robe hunting in the wind.
His hands were drawing intricate orders in the air, and his breath sank into the Dantian and he shouted, “Get up!”
With this order, the Taoist priests at the altar waved the whisk. In the center of the altar,
something slowly appeared in the void.
Bai Shanmo’s face gradually turned pale.
I saw clearly that it was a lute made of human bones.
I suddenly feel that everything today is really special, special and interesting.
“National teacher, what is this?” Bai Shanmo asked, his fingers
shaking as he spoke. “Your Majesty,” said
my father proudly, “this lute was made by me fourteen years ago with the
evil spirit.”
Bai Shanmo’s fingers had been clenched into fists, and his nails were white with force.
The father, unaware of this, gushed, “That day the evil spirit was cut off, and I was afraid that she would be
reincarnated to harm people, so I pulled out her spasms and bones and made such a lute, so that she
could no longer bring disaster to the world.”. I bled her all night to make sure there wasn’t a trace
of blood on her bones. “Unbridled!” Baishan Mo suddenly stood up, trembling all over.
The father stopped and hesitated. “Your Majesty?” Aware of his gaffe,
Bai Shanmo sat down again and said lightly, “Suddenly I feel a little
dizzy. That’s all.”. Put the bone lute away, and don’t lose it again.
The father bowed and said, “Your Majesty, I have collected this bone lute and placed it in the altar
array for fourteen years.”. Over the past 14 years, the bone lute has absorbed the spirit of heaven and earth, and has
gradually found more and more wonderful uses. It can make people live forever and never die. As he
spoke, he waved the whisk, the bone lute hung in the air, and the bones were illuminated by the sun with crystal
clear luster. It
suddenly dawned on me: “No wonder my father’s hair is like a crane and his face is like a child. It turns out that he is in the
light of evil spirits.”
His movements froze for a moment and he stared at me. “This is called doing justice for heaven and making the best
use of everything.”
I agreed, “My father is indeed glorious and upright.”
Yu Guang saw that Bai Shanmo’s face was already quite ugly. Why do
you feel bad?
Because I will be humiliated after I die, or because I have been hurt by drifting with the tide?
I lowered my eyelashes, put my hand on the back of his hand, and comforted him by saying, “If Your Majesty doesn’t want to
see it, we won’t.” When the father heard this, he quickly said, “Your Majesty, wait a minute. After one more wick of incense, all the power of the lute
will fall on you, and you will be young forever.”
Since he was with me, the extra spirit of Baishan Mo has come back to me.
He has lost the pillar to maintain his appearance, so he is gradually aging, more and more like an ordinary
30-year-old man.
I laughed and sighed in a low voice, “Your Majesty, some people think you are old.”
Bai Shanmo looked at me. “What about you? Do you think I’m old, too?”
I reached out and stroked the lines at the end of his eyes and said softly, “The marks of time are medals, and only
the weak are afraid of them.”. Your Majesty, you are fine as you are. The time of
a wick of incense passed in the blink of an eye, and the weather, which had been clear, suddenly gathered
with thick clouds. Suddenly there was thunder in the
sky, and lightning lit up most of the sky. A thunder fell
, lightning struck the bone lute, and the Taoist priests around the altar retreated. In the middle of
the altar, the bone lute was broken.
I clearly saw beads of sweat as big as beans sliding down my father’s forehead.
“Master Guo,” said Bai Shanmo with a sneer, “is the bone lute a magic weapon or a monster
? You’d better give me an explanation!” “Ten days,” said
my father, kneeling in the rain. “Your
Majesty, please give me ten days. I will find out the whole story and give you an explanation.” It
rained heavily for three days and nights without stopping.
During this period, news came from Qingming Station that my mother had been diagnosed with pregnancy, and my father deduced the fate of the fetus
. I do not know what to push out, he locked himself in the door for a day and a night,
after coming out of the whole body pin bone stand, very terrible.
I polished the lute carefully. After a while, I looked up and said, “I’ll give you
a holiday tonight. You can go anywhere. You don’t have to stay with me.” Hanging upside down
from the beam, he looked at me and said, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to
follow you.”
I reached out and pinched his cheek. “I’m going to do something big tonight, and I
‘d be embarrassed to show my true face if you were around me.”
He was silent for a long time and said, “You are always like this. You always push me away
at these times.”. Have you never thought of me as one of your own, Mingyu?
The teenager’s eyes were hurt, and I couldn’t speak for a moment. I didn’t wait for my answer for
a long time. I bit my lip and said, “I, I saw you and Your
Highness the Thirteen that day.”. The way you look at him is different from usual. You like
him, don’t you?
I bowed my head and dodged his obstinate gaze.
He jumped down from the beam, his cheeks flushed and his breathing a little short. “If you like
him, why did you tease me in the first place?”. When you hug me, kiss me, and say those things to me, is it all because I have the wrong idea and the wrong heart?
I suddenly relented and wanted to hold his hand.
One five but avoided, fingers tightly twisted the corner of the clothes, for a long time, fingers quietly climbed
over, hooked me.
His eyes were wet, and there was a hint of pleading in his voice: “Have you ever really liked
me, just a little bit?”
I closed my eyes and my voice was a little hoarse. “I like His Highness because he
is the reincarnation of my benefactor.”. I have been bound to him for four hundred years, and it has become my
life instinct to protect him. His
face darkened. He hung his head and walked slowly, slowly away.
I calmly watched him go away, and under my sleeves, my fingernails pinched the palms one
red mark after another.
Go. Get as far away from me as you can.
He doesn’t know what will happen tonight.
Those bloody and vicious, it is better not to contaminate him. The
hall was quiet again, and the sound of violent rain outside the window came in from all directions. A figure turned out behind
me.
Bai Shan Lan. The young man looked at me with a serious face. “Are you telling the truth?”
I looked at him with a smile. “Yes, four hundred years. I’ve been waiting for you too long.”
He pondered for a moment, and his jade Bodhisattva face was filled with certainty: “But I don’t think you like
me.” I
tilted my head and laughed. “Well, your Highness, you know, words are sometimes just a means.”.
As for who I really like, it’s not really the highlight of the day.
Bai Shanlan asks, “What’s the highlight of the day?” Outside
the hall, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and the sound of rain splashing on the sky could not hide the roaring sound. The way
he was frightened was so cute that I couldn’t help reaching out and touching his cheek.
It was so delicate, just like the touch I imagined.
The little boy stared round, still immersed in the shock of being eaten tofu by me, and I
had pushed him behind the curtain to hide.
“Your Highness,” I said softly, “the show is about to begin. Just watch.” Just then the
door burst open, menacing and disheveled, and it was my father.
He was as angry as a hyena, and his hair exploded all over his body. The first thing he said was, “Evil
!”! You monster! You took my daughter’s soul and lied to me for so long!
Had it not been for Ah Yao’s pregnancy, I would have been deceived by you for so long!
I smiled slowly and waved my sleeves gently-the windows on all sides of the palace opened, the gloomy sky outside the window shone in, and the fierce thunder and lightning
were clearly exposed in the field of vision.
“Does this look familiar to you?”
Fourteen years ago, with wind and rain, lightning and thunder, he stepped on my bones and sat on the position of national
teacher, announcing to the people of the world that evil spirits had been killed.
I stood up and walked towards him.
He shuddered and stepped back.
“You got to where you are today by relying on my magic power. How did you forget how you
got here so quickly?” Beads of sweat oozed from his
forehead, and he retreated to the edge of the pillar. Finally, unable to retreat, he waved his whisk
and hit me with a snow-white light. He roared, “You are a demon, and you are trying to harm Your
Majesty. It is my duty to subdue you!”
I defused the trick without a care, and suddenly approached him and reached out to grab his neck.
His face was flushed with blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and he tried in vain to break
my fingers.
I looked at the great fear in his eyes with satisfaction and smiled lightly.
“You don’t really think that the power you stole from me will be yours
forever, do you?” His
face was purplish red, his throat throbbed, and he struggled to say the words, “Kill me.”
I let go of my hand, threw him aside like garbage, and slowly returned to the main seat, looking down at him.
“Wouldn’t it be too easy to just let you die?”
He ran away in a hurry. I held the lute in my hand and played the green waist upside down. Every sound was a killing sound.
Illusory notes, like a fine net, fell from the sky and occupied his every way to escape. If
the fisherman wants to close the net, the fish can only wait for death. The invisible
tune hung in the void, but it was more fierce than sword, and every clang cut him open.
Ling Chi torture, just so so.
“Evil!”! No, Ming Yu! His voice broke, but he knelt down and begged for mercy. “Give me a good time!” In the center of
the hall, he was bathed in blood and dying. The
curtain moved, and the little boy, like a jade Bodhisattva, rushed up to me, his eyes slightly red. “He’s your father. You can’t do this to him.” I stopped plucking my fingers and looked at him softly. “You think I’m a bad
person, don’t you?”
He hesitated for a moment and did not answer. Just then
, a man stumbled into the door, pregnant, my
mother, or rather, my sister.
She knelt down beside the national teacher and trembled to help him up, her face full of tears.
Ming Yu.. No, Ali, you let him go. I was the one who betrayed you. You
were angry and came at me.
I ignored her. I looked at Bai Shanlan and said, “Do you hear clearly? Betrayal.” Silently,
he looked at the two people in the center of the hall and said, “Why did she call you Ali
?”? What was it then? What is betrayal?
I pulled him to sit down beside me, pulling his fingers, and a picture of
both sound and color emerged in the void.
It was really a picture of a long, long time ago.
“I don’t understand.” Bai Shanlan said again.
I pressed his lips and smiled. “Look down and you’ll see.”
The prime minister’s mansion has a pair of daughters. The elder sister’s name is Yao, and the younger sister’s name is Li. A Yao is a lady’s character, while a Li lives as she pleases. The two
sisters have very different personalities, but their feelings are very deep. A Yao will write the homework
assigned by the master for a Li, while a Li will share half of the gadgets she bought in the street market with her sister. The
two of them could have lived like this until that day when Ali met
someone.
“I think I’ve fallen in love with the prince.” Seeing her as childish,
Ah Yao seriously corrected her: “You’ve only met the prince once.”
Li smiled, and a calm expression appeared in his childish eyes that did not match his age: “Some
people, you only have to see them once, and you know that you have been destined
for life after life.”
His Royal Highness likes music theory, not the elegant music of the court, but the graceful sound of the streets.
A Li hid his identity and name, spent a lot of money, and became a
music girl in the music workshop where he often went. In the
dazzling array of musical instruments, she only picked the pipa. Knowing that she was the daughter of an admiring prince, the owner of the
orchestra kindly advised her, “The prince likes the
zither.” Holding the lute in his arms,
Ali said with certainty, “If I play the lute, he will certainly like it.”
Lute. However, the fact is that the prince did not look at the pipa differently because of her appearance.
He still liked Yueji who played and sang the zither best, and praised her for her unparalleled hands on the same day
.
Ali is very sad. On the
high platform, the gauze is hazy, and it is the wonderful person who plays the zither, whose name is Zhihe. Under the
high platform, she could not take her eyes off the prince, whom she had been thinking about for a long time.
And in the courtyard outside the high platform, in the corner that no one could see, was the girl’s mind that she had endured for a long time
. How could
he not like her?
How could he?
The little pipa spirit has been traveling in the world for four hundred years. She has been cheated by many evil spirits and outsiders. She has suffered a lot
and suffered a lot of injuries, but she doesn’t feel any pain.
Because she doesn’t care. In the logic of the
little pipa spirit, since those things are not important, she doesn’t have to be sad
about it.
So why is she so sad today?
She held the lute in her arms, her eyes were red, and she raised her head stubbornly to keep her tears from falling. The sound of
the zither stopped, and the crowd in the courtyard gradually finished. The lights went out, the moonlight was dim, ignorance and tranquility were one, so the
sound of her sniffing was very clear.
A shadow fell and she looked up.
It’s white mountain ink.
His Royal Highness frowned slightly and looked down at her.
“You play the lute well.” He said.
She wiped away her tears and said with a stubborn look, “Who is better than Zhi He?”
He smiled and said, “You’re both fine.” His Royal Highness the
prince bought the two Yueji of Chunyuefang, and Chunyuefang became famous for a while.
Zhihe and Ali entered the prince’s mansion on the same day.
Two equally beautiful girls are naturally incompatible with each other.
Today the string of the lute is inexplicably broken, and tomorrow the zither will crack out several long lines. Perhaps Baishan Mo knew about the turbulent undercurrent between
them, but he showed
no knowledge of it, and even sometimes he would be partial to Zhihe. When
Ali was wronged, he looked at the moon and thought, where did the king who held the lute gently
four hundred years ago go?
The following pictures flashed quickly, and finally jumped to the climax.
It was a day when Tengu ate the sun. The shadow swallowed up the sun bit by bit. When the sun was only a blood-red gap, the assassination began.
The crossbow was quietly put up on the wall, and the black-clad assassin climbed into the courtyard as flexibly as a cat, while the owner of the courtyard seemed to be unconscious, still sitting high in the small building, holding his forehead, listening to Le Jisu plucking the strings under his seat.
The assassin sneaks into the small building, the knife light reflects the cold awn, when approaching the white mountain ink in an instant, is caught by the dark guard lurking in the darkness. The
sound of the Guzheng suddenly burst out with a sharp sound like a split silk. The silver armor of the woven lotus was broken, and blood oozed out. In the
dim light of the candle, the prince smiled at her carelessly. “You’re playing the wrong note, Zhihe.”
She looked up suddenly with a pale smile. “Your Highness, you knew that, didn’t you?”
“Know what?” He gazed at his favorite, Le Ji, but what he revealed was the words of his heart, “The man who knows you are the third brother wants to kill me.”
Weaving lotus is like a paper flower in the wind, tottering: “In that case, give me a good time.”
“I’m not like my third brother. I don’t want to ruin the beauty.”
Zhihe was firmly bound by the dark guard, but he did not struggle. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes: “Your Highness used to like and favor me. Did you pretend?” How funny! She is a killer who is moved by her heart, and she is also an impure lover. She didn’t play
both roles well, so she lost, so she was sad, and so she
was unforgivable.
Bai Shanmo just smiled and raised his hand to wipe her tears. His movements were still gentle, and his expression had long been
alienated: “Pretend?”? If you are false, I will be false in return. That is fair
enough.
Zhihe gritted his teeth and stared at him. It only took a second for love to turn into hatred.
“Your Highness, if you do everything you can, you will lose your life.”
The sun was completely swallowed up, and the sky and the earth were plunged into darkness. The
fierce fire suddenly jumped up and lit up half of the sky.
“Your Highness, since you can’t
live on the same day, you might as well die on the same day with me, and you won’t let down a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers. What do you think
?” There was chaos all
around. Those who put out the fire were putting out the fire, and those who ran away were running away. In the midst of the noise, Bai Shanmo
looked at her quietly and smiled: “Can this trick kill me?”? You think too little
of me.
Chi-ho is pinned to the ground, and she struggles to look up at him, but there is mad hatred in her eyes:
“What if the yard had already been sprinkled with tung oil?”
Baishan Mo finally changed his face. The
fire was raging, the beams crashed down from the air, and the cries for help became one after another.
Not far away, the shadow of a swan in white suddenly fell from the sky.
It’s Ali.
She took in the surprised expression of Bai Shanmo, blinked her eyes, and smiled beautifully: “Four
hundred years ago, the blood of your heart was spilled on the lute. From then on, I had a body and a soul
.”. Four hundred years have passed, and it’s time for me to return the favor.
She brushed her sleeve lightly to unlock the spell of Meng Po Tang.
But nothing happened, and Baishan Mo still looked at her in shock, like a mortal
looking at a fairy, wondering why she could fly, why she could cast magic. It shouldn
‘t be like this.
Unlocked the memory of the ban, he should be familiar with the past and present life, know that no matter how
she fell from heaven, but also in the past he was holding a lute in his arms.
Ali was confused for a moment, but the fire was so critical that she could not think much about it.
Her body is a paulownia lute, and after becoming a spirit, she belongs to wood, so she can easily build a bridge with wood
and pull up a lush bridge in the whole burning courtyard.
She stopped in the air, clothes moving without wind, at the foot of the people who fled in confusion, but she bowed
to invite him to hold out the possibility of survival in a desperate situation.
White mountain ink hurriedly boarded the wooden bridge, the tongue of fire tried to roll up the wooden bridge, but was suddenly clustered branches and tendrils mercilessly blocked outside.
Ali fell to the ground lightly, holding his arm and looking at him with attachment, like the old Leji who did not know the world.
Baishan Mo was about to say something when the accident happened.
The weaving lotus broke away from the guard, drew out the sword from the zither, cut off the vines with one sword, and pierced the back heart of Baishan Mo fiercely. As soon
as Ali caught the white mountain ink, he was so angry that the soft vines became sharp, like fierce pawns, and poked the weaving lotus through.
But it was too late. Blood gushed out of Bai Shanmo’s chest, and his spirit quickly faded. Zhi He was in great pain and even laughed: “Your Highness, we are really going to die on the same day.”
Ali slapped Zhihe in the chest, she was hit far away, the body submerged in the towering fire, can no longer make a sound.
Bai Shanmo breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her without blinking his dark eyes. At the last moment, he smiled gracefully and said, “Actually, you play the lute very well, better than anyone else.”
This is the answer to her first question.
At that time, she was holding her breath and wanted to compete with Zhihe. Bai Shanmo was playing a big game of chess, and he coaxed her to say that you were both very good. And now that he’s dying, he’s finally willing to tell the truth. The truth is that you are the best, better than everyone else.
Ali trembled and hugged him. Tears fell on his cheek drop by drop. She wiped them off in a hurry
. She was so confused that she didn’t look like herself.
Four hundred years ago, she was born out of the lute and saw his smile of surprise on his deathbed. At that time, she
was ignorant and thought the smile was too beautiful. Years later, when she recalled that smile
, her heart was filled with endless sadness.
This time, she didn’t want to see him die.
Pure white light spread from her body, a little bit enveloped the white mountain ink. This is half the life of the little pipa
spirit, who can wrestle with the King of Hell and pull the dying man back from the underworld.
Bai Shanmo opened his eyes. “Are you a God or a demon?”
She patiently explained to him, “I am a lute spirit. When I think about it, I become a God, and when I think about it, I become a demon.” “Then why not become a God?”
He chuckled.
She winked and said, “To be an immortal, you must observe the rules and regulations.”. Although I have a good reputation, I can
‘t always be around you, and there’s no point in being an immortal.
He looked at her in a daze. His Royal Highness, who had always been charming and elegant, could not speak for
a moment in the face of such sincerity.
For a long time he said, “What can I do?” His Royal
Highness is shrewd and believes that the law of time and all things is just the word of transaction. He admitted that
he had not paid anything, but he was really guilty and happy to get such true love.
The little lute gently kissed him on the lips, a sweet and soft touch in her imagination. She sighed contentedly
, “You saved me in a previous life, and I will repay you in this life.”
He was puzzled.
The little pipa spirit was also puzzled. “Don’t you remember anything?”
In the end is not reconciled, I hope he can also like her, will remember the cause and effect of past lives clearly
. So she cast another spell, but it didn’t work, and the confusion in his eyes never
disappeared.
She began to feel strange.
Baishan Mo has her familiar breath, but he clearly has no memory of past lives. What’s going on here
? Before
she could figure it out, suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air. It was the Taoist priests of the Qingming Platform,
holding a whisk in their hands and stepping on the seven stars, who formed a magic array in the air. In an instant, it brought heavy rain and
extinguished the raging flames. In
the crackling raindrops, Bai Shanmo closed his eyes and smiled slowly.
Suddenly someone shouted, “Evil!”! Don’t try to confuse people!
She raised her head and saw Ah Yao’s sweetheart, the national teacher of Qingming Platform, standing on a high place,
pointing coldly at her. Scattered most of the magic to save Baishan Mo, she was already mentally and physically exhausted, within ten strokes, she lost
to the national teacher. When
the national teacher wanted to take Bai Shanmo away, she called to him in a mournful voice, “Your Highness, I am not a demon.”
His back trembled, but he did not look back.
In this way, she was imprisoned in the embroidery building of the prime minister’s mansion. All the potted plants in the
building were moved outside, and there was no plant in the embroidery building, and spells were pasted all over the
room.
She was born of wood and could not be close to plants, so her breath gradually declined. Coupled with the consumption of spells
day and night, she was on the verge of death.
She begged her sister to let her go to the garden, and once she returned to the garden, she could be reborn.
Yao dodged her gaze and said, “But the national teacher said..”
She didn’t say the word “evil,” but Ali understood it clearly.
She felt so bad that she finally said, “Then you bring the prince here. I saved
him. He won’t sit idly by.”
Yao looked at her with pity and said, “Ah Li, the national teacher has promised the prince that when you die,
the prince will live forever.”. Now everyone is expecting you to die.
Suddenly, she remembered that Baishan Mo was lying in her arms and said that she was the best,
better than everyone else. After
saying these sweet words, he turned around and was able to form an alliance with the national teacher to plot her cultivation. For the first time in four hundred years,
the little pipa spirit felt this kind of despair: “What about you?”? Do you want me to die, too? You are a national teacher. Don’t you understand that he has trapped me for a long time for the sake of my cultivation. If he doesn’t take the right path and covets shortcuts, sooner or later he will be eaten back!
Yao pursed her lips and said, “Ali, I already have his child.”
The little pipa spirit looked at her for a long time and laughed bitterly.
She finally understood that the so-called foul world, the so-called sinister heart, is probably the normal state of the world. Those who are as simple and gentle
as the king will die under the sword and gun of the enemy, while those who are good at trading and profit like Baishanmo and Guoshi can live a carefree life.
With what?
She bent over her desk for a long time and came up with a plan to break the net.
That night, the wind and rain were strong, thunder and lightning lit up half of the sky, and the wind blew over many walls. In the embroidery building of the
prime minister’s mansion, the faint sound of the lute floated out gently, and finally, like a plaintive sob, it gradually stopped. The Taoist priests
of Qingming Terrace opened the door and saw the beauty lying in front of the table, bleeding from all seven orifices, looking dead. In the midst of the thunder and lightning, the national teacher waved the whisk and announced to the people of the world: The evil spirits have been brought to justice!
That night, the baby began to cry, and the nurse said, “It’s a beautiful young lady!”
The little lute opened her eyes and smiled
slowly at her dear father. The national teacher
of Qingming Terrace is good at geomancy, but he can’t deduce the fate of his beloved daughter, who has
just died and resurrected, the evil star. At this point in line
11
, the story is finally told. In the center of
the hall, my elder sister and brother-in-law shook into a ball. How could they join hands to harm me in the
past.
I held up my cheek and asked Bai Shanlan, “Do you still think I’m too bad?”
He did not reply, “Actually, am I your benefactor four hundred years ago?”
I smiled, looked at him gently, and said, “Yes.” “I want to see the memories of past lives,” said
Bai Shanlan.
I snapped my fingers, and the pure white light flowed from my fingertips to his eyebrows. The white light was completely submerged, and
it was imagined that when he opened his eyes again, he should be dejected or ecstatic.
However, nothing, he opened his eyes, still belong to the white mountain Lan’s eyes. I clenched my fingers, wondering.
The national teacher burst out laughing. Pointing at me, he said, “Ah Li, you’ve been running wild all your life. Didn’t you fall into the trap in the end
?”? To tell you the truth, you’ll never find him!
He seemed crazy. I flew down and squeezed his neck. “Tell me clearly
.”
Your benefactor was born Ziweixing, but how could the Empress Dowager allow the child
of a palace maid to be the emperor? She took the dragon spirit out of the child and divided it into two parts and poured it into her
two sons. Can you guess how a child who has lost the blessing of the dragon will survive
?
My tears fell down. This
again, this again.
Good people get no reward, and evil people enjoy all the glory. I crushed his head with my
fingers. The
head fell into my sister’s arms and blood splashed all over her face. She screamed and fainted completely
. My hands
were covered with blood, and I stared at Bai Shanlan in silence.
He obviously heard the teacher’s words and looked a little sad. “I’m sorry, Mingyu. I’m
not the one you’re looking for.”
I smiled. “It’s okay. I don’t care.” He asked me, “What are you going to do next?”? Do you want revenge on my mother?
I nodded. “Yeah, she got what she deserved, don’t you think?”
Bai Shanlan looked at me sadly, like a jade Bodhisattva, with compassion for the world.
Then he took out the lute I had given him to defend himself and looked at me very seriously.
“You once said that if this lute was broken, you would die, too, right?”
I had guessed what he was going to do, and I thought the world was so ironic. What
I really wanted to protect him has now become a tool for him to hurt me.
Bai Shanlan continued, “I like you very much, Mingyu.”. But if you want to kill my mother, I
can’t agree. I want you to promise that you will not hurt her.
I approached him step by step, with blood dripping at my feet. Then I smiled at him, “Bai Shanlan
, I like you, too.”. But I hate it when people threaten me, not even you
.
The young man did not move, but looked at me with pity. “Then I’ll have to say goodbye, Ming
Yu.”
He looked at me, put his hands on the end of the lute, and folded it down hard-a figure turned down from the
beam, so fast that he kicked him in the heart and kicked him far
away.
Then the man picked up the lute carefully and handed it back to me. “Don’t show your weakness
to others, do you know?” It’s one five.
He looked at me with complicated eyes. The rain
outside the window stopped at this moment, and the sunshine after the rain shone into the palace.
I had a vague premonition and trembled to put my fingertips between his eyebrows, but the white light did not come
out, because he took my hand and pulled me into his arms.
The boy sighed softly, “No …” When I see your memories, I remember
them all.
Four hundred years ago, he was the master of Linhai City. He did not like governing the country, but liked
music theory.
His proudest achievement was not taxes or war, but composing a tune that could make birds pay homage to the phoenix
. A
good song must be matched with a good instrument.
He took the wood from the tree with his own hands, kneaded the silk as a string, and made an unparalleled lute.
He liked the lute so much that he sang in the morning and sang in the evening, often accompanied by the lute.
However, this is the most useless and insignificant hobby of the king, and it can not save the country at stake
. Even the lute is not as good as the shield sword, which can block the sword that pierces
the heart for the king.
The king died, and the blood of his heart spilled on the lute.
It was his most cherished treasure, and it was his true soul that was bound in the shell of the monarch.
Unfortunately, for the era of interest, he and Pipa are too alien, no matter how elegant their hobbies and sincere their emotions are, they are doomed to become footnotes of ambition and conspiracy, and no one knows.
He and she were lost in the vast river of four hundred years, and no one mentioned them again.
I shed tears again and kissed the tears away from my eyes. I sighed, “Now that I am by your side, I will never leave you again. Why are you crying?”
I sobbed and said, “Actually, I never told you. Even if I decided that Bai Shanlan was the benefactor, I still couldn’t let go of you.”. You asked me if I had ever liked you, liked you, liked you very much.
I feel wronged for him and for myself.
It’s all because of this layer upon layer of conspiracy. I can’t see my heart clearly. I almost let him down.
Holding me in his arms, he looked like a young man, but he was so calm that he seemed to have been with me for four hundred years.
He said, “I know, I knew.”. Mingyu, you have suffered.
I dried my tears in his arms and shook my head with sobs: “I finally found you, so it’s not bitter at all.”
Perhaps the world will temper me cold and vicious, but he is always clean and pure. I met him, I found him, I fell in love with him again. As time goes by
, only true love is eternal, and only true heart is eternal. The
faint sound of the lute resounded through the four fields, and every sound was pouring out his heart.
Looking at you, the river is leisurely. Turn to stone and never look back.
This feeling has lasted for four hundred years, and the sound of the lute has stopped for a long time.
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