Mei Ziyan turned around and was startled by the man behind her, who had gray hair in his fifties, his beard curled up in large bushes, and he could not hide his face, and the fur robe that Xirong was wearing was already dilapidated, and a burden was tightly tied on his back. I saw that he untied his burden and was about to open it, when the dumb slave suddenly brought Mei Ziyan behind him with one hand, and there was an extremely strong emotion in his indifferent eyes.

"This is the Xijon Divine Soldier, breaking the army. He said.

Mei Ziyan just wanted to laugh at him, but when she saw the burden being opened to reveal the scimitar with a thick blade and a black body like thick ink, she couldn't help but feel stunned, so heavy black, but the handle of the knife was inlaid with an obsidian the size of a wolf's eye, as if she was snooping on something, bewitching and confusing, if this knife was placed in the night, I don't know how terrifying it would be......

But the man kept his eyes on the dumb slave, and when he saw that he was indifferent, he spoke:

"This knife, has been looking for its owner. ”

The mute slave continued to be silent, and he added, "If it is ruthlessly discarded, then with it will be thousands of Sijon's people. Are you really so patient?"

"Your way of selling knives is really novel, what kind of dumb riddles do you play? I don't like to want to capture the old indulgence, you say that your knife is a broken army, but it is not necessarily as sharp as the legend. Mei Ziyan said.

"Every time the broken army opens the front, you have to drink blood, if you want to try the front, why don't you open the front for it first?" The man's eyes swept over Mei Ziyan coldly, and the cold look made the air condense. Mei Ziyan couldn't help but step forward and stretched out her hand to try to pick up the knife, the dumb slave's face turned cold and pushed Mei Ziyan back, her hand almost brushed the blade.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but all I can tell you is that I'm not interested in this knife at all. Please go back, don't harass me anymore, and don't hurt the people around me. He said with his lips, and then took Mei Ziyan's hand and was about to stride away.

"As long as you live for a day, you can't escape your responsibility. The man whispered, standing there watching the dumb slave depart.

"Dumb slave, do you have anything to do with this scimitar?" Mei Ziyan looked at him with clear eyes.

"This scimitar is a fake. He said, "Aren't you very smart, why did you suddenly become so confused? If it was really a broken army, wouldn't someone have heard the news and grabbed it first, and then fastened? When will it be our turn to buy ......?"

"That's right, but what he said is strange......"

"Otherwise, how can you be tempted to buy this knife? ”

"That's right. But don't you really want to buy it, this knife is a good match for you. ”

"I don't need a knife to protect you. He paused, and looked at the white-clothed woman in front of him fixedly, "As long as you keep me by your side." ”

He didn't say the last sentence, but just let it flow silently in his heart like flowing water. Perhaps he would rather turn this declarative sentence into a question sentence waiting for an answer, ask the question, and then get a clear answer. But he suddenly became timid, and he didn't know if this heartless woman understood it, whether he understood his current choice to give up just to wait for her and guard this plain but real happy day.

In the private room of the Pillow Building, Bao Huan walked in and saluted Dongfang Hengqing, and then said:

"Childe, the dumb slave didn't buy the scimitar. ”

"Oh?" Dongfang Hengqing raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth, "That's really interesting." It took a great deal of effort for our people to discover that this old man named Sangri had been in contact with Su Wen of the Moon Pavilion. Why didn't the dumb slave buy that scimitar?"

This subordinate didn't know, because he was far away, he couldn't read his lips, and his gesture to Mei Ziyan was very strange, and the meaning seemed to be understood only by Mei Ziyan. Bao Huan said: "But from what the old man said, it seems that he knows the dumb slave." The subordinates even thought that he meant that the dumb slave was the owner of the knife. ”

"If that scimitar is really a broken army, the dumb man is the owner of the scimitar - doesn't this mean that the dumb man is Helian Yue, the lord of Yuanwu Kingdom? What a ridiculous conclusion, Helian Yue was twenty-six when he died, and after such a year or two, he was an adult man of twenty-eight, but the mute looked like he was only eighteen or nineteen years old at most. Didn't that old man be dazzled and recognize the wrong person, or did the dumb slave have another relationship with Helian Yue?" Dongfang Hengqing tapped his fingers on the cup on the table, thinking to no avail, so he said to Bao Huan:

"It's not easy to ask, you have to show me, and the old man Sangri, you can find out his origin for me as soon as possible, including whether the scimitar on his body is the real broken army. ”

When I came downstairs to the Pillow Building, Suzaku was already waiting there, and when I saw Mei Ziyan, I stepped forward and said:

"Yan'er, you asked me to come here because-"

"Suzaku, I heard that the Pillow Bilou is the property of the Mu family, and it belongs to the management of the Tingfeng Building?"

Suzaku nodded, and Mei Ziyan smiled and said, "Then trouble you, send all the guests of the Pillow Bilou away for me, and I won't take a penny." ”

Suzaku's expression was a little surprised, but he didn't ask why at the moment, he just arranged it as instructed. Dongfang Hengqing was really annoyed when he was invited out of the private room, and when he left the door of the pillow building, he looked back, and saw that on the pavilion at the top of the roof, there was a woman in white clothes lazily reclining on the carved railing, stroking her forehead with one hand, and plucking the yaoqin in front of her with the other hand.

I still can't learn it. As long as you pluck the strings a few times, your fingers will be red and painful.

The smile fell into Dongfang Hengqing's eyes, and his heart suddenly skipped two beats inexplicably. Why is she here? He looked at Suzaku who was guarding the gate of the Pillow Building, and saw that she was calm and solemn, and he didn't want to ask anything more, so he had to leave with Bao Huan.

"Mei Ziyan, what the hell are you doing?" Mu Cheng walked upstairs, followed by the scholar Mingshu. In the broad daylight, the whole pillow of the Bilou was stagnant and there was no sound at all, there was a great sense of trickery, he came to Mei Ziyan and sat down, she smiled at him, and said:

"The environment of listening to the piano is pure and beautiful, and it can set off the clear and moving sound of the piano, isn't it?" said and pushed the Yaoqin in front of him in front of Mu Cheng.

Mu Cheng chuckled lightly, with a slight mockery, "You bought this piano casually at the market?" "You really aren't an elegant person and can't play the piano?" pressed her fingers hard, Mei Ziyan withdrew her hand with a painful cry, and glared at Mu Cheng angrily:

"No, no, so what?!"

"Not really," he laughed, "the way you are in pain just makes me feel good." ”

He smiled, his eyebrows were as cheerful as the distant mountains were empty, the warmth was like spring water, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, drawing a hint of pleasure. I had never seen him smile at her so unguardedly, Mei Ziyan was stunned, and the Ming Shu on the side had already held an antique Yaoqin, replacing Mei Ziyan's so-called musical instrument that was shoddy from the inside out.

Mu Cheng stroked his hand, and there was a series of glissandas, his clear face was as calm as water, and he said: "This qin is called Taiyi." ”

He pondered for a moment, then began to play the piano with his head down.

There is a plum lake, the people of the past used the plum as a raft, sank in the lake, and sometimes surfaced. In spring, it blooms and flows all over the lake, which is a floating plum.

The sound of the piano is faint, the ancient rhyme is melodious, as if to see the overlapping mountains and rivers, the lake is clear and wide, the lake is rippling, the plum tree that sinks in the lake quietly opens, the splendid is better than the weak willow and peach on the bank, and the dark fragrance is lingering on the green water.

The quiet sound of the piano flows through the ears like flowing water, pointing to the smoke and haze to ask the hometown, peeking at the forest and letting go, the beautiful scenery is more of a hidden thought, Mei Ziyan gradually listened to it.

The whole piece is a perfect interpretation in one go, Mu Cheng gently hooked his hand and closed the song with a trill, and the aftersound was endless.

No longer looking at Mu Cheng, he leaned back and leaned sideways to lean out, and sure enough, he saw the crowd of people downstairs looking up quietly, the expression on his face was not real, but when he saw Mei Ziyan, his eyes showed an unbelievable look.

"Let me guess," Mu Cheng's eyes were clear, looking at Mei Ziyan who had no trace of obsession in his eyes, "You asked me to come here and let me make an exception to stroke the qin, just to make the people of Tiandu think that Mu Cheng, the prince of Suide, is devoted to Mei Ziyan, a wonderful hand doctor who came from afar?"

"Then I'll guess too," Mei Ziyan leaned forward, and her beautiful and moving face approached Mu Cheng, "Persimmon agreed to my request, and the sincere smile he gave me just now, in order to lure me into the trap I set single-handedly, so that I can't extricate myself from falling into the root of love?"

"Isn't it good to take what you want?" he sneered, not backing down.

"Of course it's good," Mei Ziyan smiled profusely, "It's just a persimmon, you're not afraid of being clumsy, and it's you who lose your heart in the end?"

The soft and glutinous voice was a hint of fascination and teasing, Mu Cheng gasped, and felt a headache in addition to being amazed, the woman in front of her obviously had a pure and incomparable smile, but in the next moment, she became charming. And never play cards according to common sense, so people don't know where to start.

She said she liked him, but he knew it was nothing more than her lie;

"Mei Ziyan, you and I don't owe each other now. That's why he's here today.

After seven years, the prince of Suide reopened the guqin "Taiyi" on the pillow on the Bilou, and played a song "Fumei" for a woman named Mei Ziyan who broke the oath, which spread all over the world overnight, and the storyteller of large and small teahouses and restaurants even rendered the matter into a legendary book of the talented girl Shen Biyan who entered the palace with hatred and Mu Cheng, the prince of the palace.

There was also a small event that happened that night.