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Murong Wei's eyes fluttered, and she turned her head away from the words of the red bean. On the quaint white marble lotus piano platform, her guqin scorched tail is quietly placed.

Go round and round. His father gave this qin back then, and then married Jian'an with her, and returned to Xixia with her to accompany the abandoned palace, wandering all the way, and now it is in front of her.

The father has two famous pianos, one is green and one is Jiaowei. At that time, Lu Qitai gave the second sister Ah Hui, and she got this Jiaowei.

Legend Jiaowei guqin is Cai Wenji's father Cai Yong made, when she was in the Jian'an Palace, occasionally plucked the strings, Cai Yong thought of Wenji to return to the Han Dynasty, it is inevitable to cry on the piano every day.

Although he has a home, he will never return to Han for the rest of his life, and it is not as good as Cai Wenji who can return to Han one day.

Don't you know that the day she really returned home with the qin, she knew that her home was homeless, the country was no longer a country, and her experience was worse than Cai Wenji.

Murong Wei stroked her tail with her hand, thinking back to the past, after great sorrow and joy, her heart was empty.

Ordered tassels to burn incense and cook tea, bathed and changed clothes, Murong Wei changed into an elegant skirt, and then slowly moved to the piano platform, sat down upright, and gently adjusted the sound of the piano with her hands.

The red bean piano is maintained very well on weekdays. Murong Wei's strings are together, and the piano is as beautiful as in the old days.

Although the piano skills are ordinary, with Jiaowei in hand, and in the previous life, he hugged the piano day after day and sighed, Murong Wei played "Hu Ji Eighteen Beats" with a melodious tune.

With the sound of the piano, Murong Wei sang loudly, her voice was clear and high, and the lingering sound lingered.

The song and the sound of the piano merge with the snow flying outside the window, gradually merging into one. The more melodious the piano, the clearer the singing, which is tactful and melodious. There is infinite sourness, and a bit of Top Gun's pride.

The tassel was coarse and rhythmic, and when I listened carefully to the beat, I was also infected, and tears gradually formed in my eyes.

Going to the country and nostalgia, it is difficult to return to a home, and it is a dilemma to return, Murong Wei's eyes flashed in front of her eyes the pictures in the former Jian'an Palace, and the tune became more and more high-pitched and mournful.

Refers to the change of wind and turns into a high-pitched one. What's the matter? Guarding my relatives, reporting my family and country, Wei Wei Xixia, longevity is boundless.

Murong Wei waved her hand, and she had already taken off the original tune of "Hu Ji Eighteen Beats", she came out as she wanted, chanting loudly, and gradually turned into a piece of Ling Ran between her solemn eyebrows.

I have never seen a princess practice this song, but she is so familiar with the sound of the piano. The tassel didn't dare to tie it, silently restrained his emotions, and added incense to the stove.

At the end of the song, Murong Wei's heart was surging, and there were ripples in her eyes. She pressed the strings with her fingers and sat silently for a moment, then slowly got up and instructed Hongdou to put the piano away.

With the sound of soft footsteps, Xiangxue had been standing outside the curtain for a long time, not daring to interrupt Murong Wei's caressing. waited until the red bean put away the piano, and then picked up the curtain and bent his knees slightly to Murong Wei: "Princess, the lord of Xiying County just handed over the post, saying that he came to thank the queen tomorrow, and asked the princess if she could see her freely?" ”

"Sister Lan is pretending to be mysterious, she has a pair of cards to enter the palace in her hand, but every time she hands over a post", Murong Wei, who was dressed in plain clothes after the song, seemed to have a little more elegance and chastity from her bones, and the tassel looked a little flustered.

Murong Wei turned to Xiangxue and said, "Spread the word to the lord of Xiying that she is so serious, and the palace will personally burn incense and make tea, and sweep the bed to wait." ”

The tassel came back to his senses and smiled, put the copper basin dripping with fragrant dew on the blue and white glazed gold thread porcelain pier, and twisted the handkerchief to clean Murong Wei's hands.

She raised a white little face, and said with a smile: "If the lord of Xiying knows and wants the princess to burn incense and make tea and sweep the couch, she doesn't know how to punish the slaves and maids." These trivial matters are left to the slaves and maids, and the princess only has to gossip with the lord of Xiying, okay? ”

The tassel bit the word "personally" very hard, and when he heard the red bean and Xiangxue covering his mouth and chuckling, he listened to the depression of the piano and loosened it a lot.

Except for the second princess Murong Hui, there is only this Xiying county lord, and Tassel knows her weight. Murong Wei's sound of the qin revealed infinite sadness and excitement, and the tassel could not be explored or persuaded, but it was easy and clever to divert the topic.

Layueli took a leave of absence from the palace for women's school, and no longer practiced playing the piano and singing and dancing, Murong Wei only needed to write a notebook every day, and handed it over to Wei Niangzi, who taught after the New Year.

There was nothing to do in the morning, so he ordered the tassel to grind the ink, and prepared to finish his homework before Xia Lanxin came.

Murong Wei usually posts Mrs. Wei, and she has a beautiful hairpin in hand. I came to read the books and saw that Mrs. Wei was taught by Zhong Xuan, but Zhong Xuan's words were transmitted from Cai Wenji, thinking that her life was bumpy and drifting, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, and asked to find a post by Cai Wenji to read.

These two are both talented women who have left their names in history, Murong Wei didn't dare to judge, she only compared the calligraphy carefully, and they were always thin and fat, each with its own merits.

Still picked out Mrs. Wei's post, took out a piece of cut Xuelang paper from the black lacquer painted gold box on the bookcase, Murong Wei took the jasper paperweight carved with the hollow valley orchid pattern and pressed it, and only then did she pick up the pen when the tassel grinded the ink thickly.

When Xia Lanxin came, Murong Wei had just finished a piece of Xuelang paper, and was comparing it with the original post to find out her shortcomings.

Xia Lanxin paid attention to it and was taken aback. I haven't seen her for a few days, and Murong Wei's post today seems to have a lot more skills than in the past.

Learning characters is both talented and hard work, and one stroke at a time goes deep into the bone marrow in order to get its charm. Murong Wei's words in the past are just similar in shape, lacking in charm, and today's one has both form and spirit, which is almost chaotic.

Xia Lanxin praised sincerely: "Ah Wei's words are improving very quickly, and if she hands it over to Wei Niangzi after the New Year, she will definitely be happy that she has taught a good apprentice." ”

After all, he has more than ten or twenty years of skill in his hands, and no matter how hard Murong Wei is, he can't write the handwriting of his youth. She smiled and told the tassel to put the words away.

Seeing that in addition to Mrs. Wei's post on the case, there were also a few photos of Cai Wenji, Xia Lanxin unconsciously asked a few more words, and Murong Wei smiled: "Yesterday, I accidentally played my tail, and I thought of this talented woman, so I turned it out and took a look." ”

ordered someone to collect the pen and paper, and sat down on the kang by himself, and the two gossiped carefully.

The tassel served tea to the two of them, and seeing that Murong Wei had changed to Shengpu in front of her, Xia Lanxin said curiously: "I only drink small seeds in Suri, if it is cold today, why do you change to Shengpu again?" ”

"The mouth is tasteless, the small species is bland, and even this shengpu has to be soaked thickly", Murong Wei covered her lips and smiled, afraid that Xia Lanxin would be worried, and took her sleeve and explained: "It's just a temporary taste, my sister remembers it carefully, what does my sister drink, or the big red robe of Wuyi Mountain?" ”

Xia Lanxin nodded yes, and the tassel had already brought the soaked red robe to the front: "It's the big red robe, please use it." ”