On the tenth day of the scorching summer, the singing of birds and cicadas, and the Lin Yi people closed their doors to introspection, Nie Linggu finally returned to Xiao'an. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoQi Jing had been waiting at Nie Linggu's foothold for a long time, and without waiting for Nie Linggu to put down his bags, he invited him into the palace of King Xuan.

For two days in a row, Lin Yi and Nie Linggu had a secret conversation in the Luo Yu Pavilion and never showed up. Qi Jing didn't know what the two of them were talking about, but when he heard that the maidservant girl had brought a meal to Luo Yu Pavilion at noon, one of them was brought out untouched, and he was immediately a little worried.

Qi Jing has accompanied Lin Yiren since he was a child, and knows that Lin Yiren has always been calm and calm, and he is not alarmed, although his appetite is often not good on weekdays, but similar to the current situation of not eating water and rice, it only appeared when Lin Yiran died violently in the fifteenth year of Jin He.

At that time, the lewd rain was falling, the clouds were foggy, and the thin and handsome young boy with hanging hair stood alone in a corner of the eaves, staring at the low and gloomy sky, like a little beast abandoned by the world, mourning and standing on his bones, and his body was covered with bruises.

One day, one night, the little figure finally swept with the wind, did not fall to the ground, and when he opened his starry eyes again, he completely closed the door in his heart, leaving only a light smile as light as smoke, and a sad and lonely, stoic and lonely back.

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Just when Qi Jing was nervous, the door of Luo Yu Pavilion suddenly opened. A middle-aged man in a cloth shirt, indifferent and elegant, and with an elegant look, came out of Luo Yu Pavilion leisurely, "The prince needs to know that there is no elixir for all diseases in this world. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Nie, for your advice. Lin Yiren stepped out of Luo Yu Pavilion, his face slightly haggard.

"Divine Doctor Nie," Qi Jing clenched his fists slightly towards Nie Linggu, frowned, "I don't know if you can cure the disease of the prince's lack of eating?"

Lin Yiren saw that there was resentment in Qi Jing's tone, and knew that he was dissatisfied with Nie Linggu's failure to persuade him to have lunch, so he hurriedly said, "Mr. Nie doesn't have to listen to him, this king is just a little tired, where is there any illness." ”

"It's Nie's carelessness. Nie Linggu smiled suddenly, and said to Lin Yi, "It is certainly commendable for the prince to help the world and save people, but if you worry too much, it will lead to stagnation of qi and sadness, which is definitely not a good thing in the long run." After that, he said to Qi Jing, "In the future, you can give the prince ginger, red dates and barley porridge in the morning, and the prince's appetite will be better in a few days." ”

Qi Jing bowed down and said, "Thank you Doctor Nie." ”

"As for the illness of Shen Yunpeng, the young palace master of Xiling Palace...... Nie Ling pondered for a moment, "It looks like a sudden pain in the heart, but in fact, the meridians are seriously damaged, although Nie has done his best, it can only make him slightly more comfortable than before, but it really can't be cured." ”

"I've always been a little puzzled about this matter," Lin Yiren walked side by side with Nie Linggu along the long corridor, "Xiling Palace's medicinal poison is famous all over the world, why do you have to look for a doctor to treat Shen Yunpeng everywhere?"

Nie Linggu said with a smile, "There is no elixir in the world that can cure all diseases, nor is there a good doctor that can cure all diseases, if Xiling Palace didn't have some grievances with your master back then, the first person to look for is Mr. Yin." ”

"Most of this matter will not be successful," Lin Yi said, "Master has always been arrogant, but he was injured at the hands of the four evils, how could he come to save Shen Yunpeng?"

"Even if Mr. Yin has the heart to save him, he is afraid that he will not be at a loss. Nie Ling said, "Shen Yunpeng's meridians are damaged and his rash practice, if he wasn't in a hurry, he probably wouldn't have been seriously injured." If you want to cure this disease, you need to give up all your skills, as far as Shen Yunpeng is concerned, how can he be willing to be an ordinary man who has no power to restrain his hands?"

Lin Yiren sighed slightly, brushing away the hanging vines under the cloister, "I heard that the palace master of Xiling Palace has only one son, and Shen Yunpeng is expected to return, so it is inevitable that he will be impetuous." ”

"Shen Yunpeng's appearance and qualifications are excellent......," Nie Ling frowned and said, "It's just that Shen Youtong treats Shen Yunpeng extremely strictly, as if he is not worried about his meridians bursting and dying, but is extremely satisfied that I can alleviate his acute heart-attacking symptoms, which I always feel a little weird." ”

Lin Yi said, "Most of the people who have inherited the incense of the family are just superficial scenery. ”

Nie Linggu knew that Lin Yiren was from others to himself, and he felt the same way, so he smiled and said, "Nie doesn't know about the suffering of the prince, but Nie's suffering, I still have to ask the prince for help." ”

"I heard. Lin Yidao, "Envoy Ruan Bei is a very insightful person, if you hadn't seen you come out of Qinglou with your own eyes, how could there be such a misunderstanding? ”

"Thank you so much, Lord Wang. Nie Ling Gu waved at Lin Yiren, "The prince stayed, and Nie said goodbye." ”

Lin Yiren bowed slightly, "Mr. Nie walks slowly." ”

Seeing that Qi Jing sent Nie Linggu to turn the arched stone gate, Lin Yiren walked down the corridor, followed the bluestone path, and stepped into the hidden string courtyard.

The Hidden String Courtyard is a delicate and small courtyard, because there is only one pavilion in Xun Zheng Pavilion, and there is no mountain stone in front of the pavilion, only along a murmuring stream planted some verdant green bamboo, so it looks extremely open at a glance.

In the Xunzheng Pavilion of Biwa Zhu eaves, there are various musical instruments such as gonghou, chime, flute, flute, se, qin, zheng, xun, sheng and so on, the origin and origin of each musical instrument are very particular, and it is Lin Yiran's favorite place in addition to Lanxi Garden when he was alive.

Lin Yiren pushed open the door of Xun Zheng Pavilion, withdrew the maid who was sweeping in the pavilion, and walked to a guqin and sat down according to his previous habits.

The dappled sunlight quietly sprinkled on the beautifully shaped guqin, as if I had never remembered that the years had passed quietly, just like that warm afternoon.

"Yiren, this is the banana leaf qin customized by Dad for your mother, the timbre is very beautiful, do you want to listen to Dad play a song?"

"Yiren, Dad told you a secret, even your mother doesn't know the secret, in this belly, Dad carved a 'Zhan' word with his own hands, you can reach in and touch it......"

"Yiren, your imperial grandfather gave you a good name, Dad also thought about your name, Dad likes the word 'Zhan' very much, if it is called Lin Zhan, it also sounds very good, right? Dad still wants to add a younger brother to you, so he will use the word 'Mu', the word 'Zhan Mu' can be used as both the meaning of receiving grace, but also the meaning of infiltration and moisturizing, if you inherit the great unification in the future, you must remember that people are nourished by all things, and at the same time must have the heart of nourishing all things, you have received the blessing of God, you must seek the well-being of the people, and treat them with a nourishing heart......

However, there are always some things that will slowly precipitate down with the flow of water, vividly in my mind, and I will never forget it.

Lin Yiren looked at the guqin, was silent for a long time, took out a brocade handkerchief from his arms, wiped his hands, closed his eyes, and slowly probed his fingers into the belly of the qin. The word 'Zhan' has smooth lines and three points into the wood, as if it is still stained with the temperature of his father thirteen years ago. Lin Yiren's fingertips trembled slightly, tracing carefully along the strokes, and a patch of water gradually appeared in his eyes.

In a few days, the sound of the piano in the Xunzheng Pavilion gradually rises, such as the autumn pond falls, ten thousand gullies listen to the pine, lonely and gloomy, vast and bleak, until the night is low, the moon is on the beginning.

When Lin Yiren came out of the Xunzheng Pavilion, Qi Jing, who had been waiting outside the pavilion, greeted him.

"Lord Wang, dinner has been prepared in the Ying Pavilion. ”

Lin Yiren snorted lightly and said to Qi Jing, "Is there any news from Jiang Nuo?"

"Not yet. Qi Jing said, "But Su Gongzi fell into the city, and he sent a message an hour ago, saying that he would visit tomorrow." ”

"Most of this martial idiot is coming, and he is going to compete with me again. Lin Yiren said helplessly, "You go and send two boxes of almond bergamot crisp to King Zhe's mansion, and by the way, tell Yinyin about Zhuoyun's whereabouts, in short, let him not be free to come to the mansion these days." ”

"Yes. Qi Jing bowed and retreated.

On the fifteenth day of Lin Yiren's self-reflection behind closed doors, Jiang Nuo finally rushed back to Xiao'an. Knowing that when Jiang Nuo arrived at Yunwu Peak, Master Yin Yingting happened to return to Fuyou Palace, Lin Yiren's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly opened the letter that Jiang Nuo brought back. No one knows what is written on the letterhead that is as white as a pigeon's wings, but that night, the moon is white and the wind is clear, the sea of clouds is vast, and the music in the palace of the king of Xuan rises again, the wisps are wisps, low and poignant, such as flying flowers and falling flowers, the spring twilight is sad, the fireworks are flowing, and the sorrow is gone.

In the following month, the gate of the palace was closed and silent, as if it had nothing to do with the court and the rivers and lakes.