It seemed that the smell of mud was too clear, and Xin Yi had to take a few deep breaths, and his heart calmed down like a Buddha for the rest of his life. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

She let go of Zheng Siying's hand, poured tea for her again, and whispered: "Miss Zheng, don't spill this cup of pineapple tea anymore." ”

Zheng Siying's little face was still pale with fright, she took the teacup tremblingly, and said in a dumb voice: "I don't know the girl, why did the girl save me?"

Xin Yi smiled.

Zheng Siying looks like Gao Wanxiu. She said that people live this life, sometimes just for that breath.

Xin Yi understood that this was her choice, but every time she dreamed back at midnight, she couldn't help but wonder if Gao Wanxiu stopped her when she came out for herself at the Qixi Festival, would the result be different.

Gao Wanxiu will not die. Yuanchen will not be forced to this point, and everything that follows will not happen.

However, the past is gone, and there is no going back after all.

So when Zheng Siying was about to stand up, her body moved almost instinctively.

"Because Miss Zheng is like an old man in the slave family. Xin Yi's smile was dyed with a bit of amazement.

Crystal clear tears condensed from the corners of Zheng Siying's eyes, and she solemnly held Xin Yi's hand: "The girl will call Nu Siying." The slave also called the girl Xin Yi. The grace of saving lives is unforgettable. In the future, Si Ying married Jin Lan with the girl and became sisters. ”

Xin Yi smiled and nodded. She looked out of the Guanfeng Tower, where the massacre was nearing its end, and more than a hundred mutilated bodies were piled up to block the stagnant water on the streets, forming pools of water.

Suddenly, snowflakes fluttered.

Snowflakes like cotton wool fluttered one after another, annihilating the blood-red pond and dyeing the dark blue sky. However, when the snow fell into the air, it was dyed bright red by the fishy smell.

Crows hover, ghosts cry, white bones build spirit flags, ask the heavens and the earth are unkind, and the snow in the north is dyed blood-red.

The Daming Palace, which is not far away, has not had any movement from beginning to end, and the goose feather snow covered the golden glazed tile roof in an instant, and finally faded into a pale.

Xin Yi exhaled the suppressed turbidity in his chest, and the night swelled in his eyes.

"It's snowing. ”

Days and ten years. Early December.

Winter. Snow.

The dust has finally settled on Lu Gao's case. The culprit Gao Wanxian took a woman and took poison to punish herself in front of the Gao Mansion.

The head of the Lu family, the general Lu Huan, refused to hand over the case to Dali Temple and the Criminal Department, and led his troops to kill more than 300 people of the Gao family.

None of the old, young, women and children were spared. More than 300 unjust souls were displayed on the street, and in the rain of violent corpses, the snowflakes that fell that day were dyed blood red.

After that, the stone pavement of Anhua Street turned red for several months, and every time it rained for several years, the air smelled fishy.

It took Jing Zhaoyin more than ten days to clean up the scene, and more than 300 souls of the Gao family were all buried in Chang'an Yizhuang. It is said that at that time, the crows were wailing in the sky and hovering for several days.

The absurd thing is that from the beginning to the end of this matter, there was no movement in Daming Palace. It wasn't until Lu Huan took the initiative to go on a pilgrimage to see him, and said that he had lost his beloved daughter, and he was so emotional that he destroyed the Gao family and asked the emperor to punish him.

However, in the eyes of the world, Lu Huan's guilt is too ridiculous. After everyone was killed and the streets were cleaned, I remembered to cut first and then play, obviously testing the emperor's attitude.

Sure enough, the Lu family won again.

Emperor Li He not only did not have the slightest reproach, but also said that Lu Huan was stationed in the frontier all the year round and worked hard for the country, so it was better to stay in Chang'an for a while this time, visit the imperial garden, taste the fragrance of imperial wine, and appreciate the prosperity of Chang'an in early winter.

A tragic case was so lightly revealed. The prosperity of the Lu family has risen to an unprecedented level, so that when the children cry at night, the mother will bluff: "Cry again! The Lu family sent someone to arrest you!"

December 8. Snow.

The plum blossom branches of Xinfu are blooming, and the goose-yellow bones are gathered together like mussel beads. Icicles were hung under the eaves, and the snow hit the bluestone road drop by drop.

The green butterfly of Yutang Pavilion didn't care about the plum blossoms at all, she put the food box in front of the door of the floating building, and saw that there was no movement in the building, and the sadness between her eyebrows became stronger.

After the Lu Gao tragedy, Xin Yi locked himself in the floating chariot building.

The brocade and clothes were moved directly, and the food was sent by the green butterfly and rested at the door, in addition, the door of the building was locked, Xin Yi did not squeak, and no one was seen.

No one knows what she's doing in there. No one knows how long she will stay.

In the floating building, there are several cases of five zhang-high chicken wenge wood carved shelves, which fill the already small wing room. On the case, there is a subset of scriptures and histories, and the poems and songs are piled up into a mountain, and even the ground is scattered at random, just like a private school master's study.

There were no candles lit in the room, the doors and windows were closed, and the snow was flying in early winter, making the room even darker, and the smooth elm floor glowed with cold light.

Xin Yi sat in a pile of books, his legs stretched out, crooked, without the demeanor of a lady in the boudoir, but his hair was loose, and the messy green silk hung down, making his little face more and more pale, and his eyes were blue and black, obviously he hadn't closed his eyes for several nights.

On the ground in front of her was a chess game, black and white, and from time to time she glanced at the "Qi Jing" (Note 1) held in her left hand, and her right hand had a fall that did not match.

"The Book of Qi is an introductory book for chess practitioners. Do you want to learn to play chess?"

Suddenly, a male voice floated from behind Xin Yi.

Xin Yi didn't have to look back to know who it was. From the agarwood between his clothes and the plum soul winter frost he brought in, she knew that it was Jiang Li.

"What's the matter? No matter how much you learn, you won't be able to imprison Yuanchen and force the Gao family to perish. Xin Yi fell, her tone was very calm, but the meaning of her words was soak in the cold.

Jiang Li was silent, did not reply, and did not justify. In the middle of the night, he also sat on the ground behind Xin Yi, causing the mountain of books piled up on the ground to collapse.

Xin Yi "snapped" and fell again, and the slight sound was particularly conspicuous in the already silent room.

"Bohai Gao, Dawei is removed. Childe got his wish?"

"Qingqing. I had to. Jiang Li's voice came slowly, echoing in the empty room, a little unreal, "In the chess game, there is no way out. At the beginning, once a son is lost, there is no way to escape step by step. If you hesitate for half a step, you are undoubtedly asking for your own death. ”

"It's all chess, every step is seamless, even if everything is the best choice for interests, the son also said to Ziqing: If there is an obstacle to the road, he will be punished. ”

"If you don't say that, with your stubbornness, can you go back by yourself? I will win this move no matter what, and I don't want to fight you no matter what. The best thing to do is to choke yourself and go back. If there really is such a day, if I punish you, I will also punish myself. ”

"The tongue is like a spring, and the tongue blooms with a lotus. In the final analysis, the son has the helplessness of the son, but Ziqing also has the benevolence and righteousness of Ziqing. Xin Yi's tone became calmer and calmer, and her hand became slower, and she froze in mid-air for a long time before she fell, "Very good." ”

The last two words of the woman seemed to burst out from between her teeth, with the same cold air as the early winter outside the window, and Jiang Li's eyes deepened: "Qingqing, you are complaining about me." ”

exegesis

1. Qi Jing: The world's oldest surviving Go game, written in the Northern Zhou Dynasty (557-581). The Dunhuang manuscript is extant, but it was brought to England by Marc Aurel Stein (1862-1943) in 1907. It was not until 1933 that Professor Zhang Yinmo of Tsinghua University saw this in the United Kingdom, and after returning to China, he reported on this precious volume of the "Qi Jing", and recorded the "Commentary on Emperor Wu of Liang" in the appendix of the "Qi Jing". In 1960, the Chinese Academy of Sciences obtained all the microfilms of the Dunhuang testament in Britain and Tibet, compiled a general title, and named this volume "The Book of Qi". In 1963, Mr. Cheng Enyuan conducted research on the "Book of Qi" and published an article in the monthly magazine "Go" in 1964 No. 1-7, and since then "Dunhuang Book of Chess" has been widely known in the chess world.