Memories are a torrent that cannot be closed once opened, it is not controlled by thoughts, it is always jumping in the mind, and it knows where it is the saddest place, and it also knows where it is the most sensitive place...

If it weren't for the sudden sound of the piano in the air, Li Muqi didn't know where he would drift with his memories?

Reach out to wipe the corners of your eyes, the corners of your eyes are moist for some time, and the tears left clear marks. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info raised his head, afraid of the tears that were still rolling in his eyes. A beam of sunlight shone in Li Muqi's eyes, dispersing the clear spring and destroying the picture in his eyes.

After a long time, Li Muqi completely calmed down his emotions. The figure reflected in the microwave is already the original appearance. A light smile rippled between his mouth. There was no more uneasiness in his eyes, and there was no sadness in his eyes. The gaze became quiet and deep again. Facing the sun, it glows with a faint sheen.

Looking back, the rockery has been hidden behind the heavy mountain, and I can only see the high mountain, which is vaguely parked there.

The sound of the drums and pianos was louder, but few people were listening. Only the people who played the drums and pianos listened, and that was their only entertainment.

The rhythm of music hovers and collides between the houses and the green tiles. But he couldn't suppress the bustling voices.

The human voice is not high, the words are in the ears, and although the sound of the piano is strong, no one hears it.

A small building obstructs all view. You can only see its magnificence, and you can only see its wonders. Green tiles and red walls, high pillars and golden roofs. A gold plaque has the words "Wen Ya Ge" written on it. Reflecting the sunlight, stirring up the streamers.

This is mentioned by the first king, King Huai, Li Muhua's garden was originally the residence of King Huai. King Huai passed away, and Li Muhua moved in. The original "listening to bamboo by railing" was changed to "bamboo rain xuan". Huai Wangfu is still there, but King Huai has passed away, if it weren't for Princess Huai, I'm afraid it has been changed to Huai'an Palace.

A round table made of white marble is surrounded by four stone benches of the same material. Not long after Li Muqi sat down, a girl in a long green dress held a cup of tea. The fragrance of tea overflows, mixed with the sound of the piano, and wafts around.

Taste the tea, smell the fragrance of tea, and the sound of piano and drums in your ears. Looking at the hurried girls and little girls on the porch, the figures that never stopped, make people sigh with emotion, sigh lightly, with a smile on their faces, always like a well-dressed person who is a gentleman. That smile and that posture made Li Muqi a little awkward and uncomfortable, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He was afraid of being surrounded by such a group of people, so he hid here.

This is a remote place, some distance from Wenya Court. There should be few people coming, so Li Muqi will sit here. I don't want the smell of tea to attract a person - a very thin person. With a goatee on his face and very elegant clothes, he walked in all directions, looking at Li Muqi coming. Each step seems to have been carefully calculated, not big or small, very uniform.

Li Muqi was looking at Li Muhua: he was surrounded by two people, one tall and one short, with a bulging belly and a smile carved on his face - the kind of smile that was not very annoying, but did not feel very comfortable.

Xu Li Muqi doesn't like it, so he thinks that. At this moment, Li Muqi was worried about those two people again, such a fat body, with such a long waist bowed, would he not be able to bear it and fall. 、

Apparently his worries were unfounded. It should be a pleasure to see the expressions of those two. I kept nodding my head, and from time to time I had to agree, and sometimes I would express a little bit of my own opinion.

Li Muqi could imagine the situation at this time: there were still the factions at the time of the seizure of power, the faction headed by Sima Changming, which was originally the faction that supported the King of Jin, the faction headed by Zhang Zhenggang and the faction that was once neutral, and the other faction was the newcomer who had just been replaced. Some seek backers to protect themselves, some watch from the other side, waiting for the opportunity, and only a few people are holding on to their wishes, persevering, struggling...

As soon as Li Muqi came back to his senses, he saw a person wearing an official hat and looking like an old pedant, leaning over to salute him. Seeing that person, Li Muqi hurriedly stood up, and said with the same salute, "I don't know that Lord Shangshu is here, it's really rude." I hope that adults will not be strange. ”

"How dare you accept such a gift," Shang Shuran of the Ministry of Rites said in a new voice, hurriedly gave another salute, and said, "I heard that the poetry and painting of King Xianyi are unique, and I have come to ask for advice or two." ”

"How dare you do this in front of Lord Shangshu," Li Muqi hurriedly said, "Your Excellency is really false, I really dare not take it." ”

"I often hear people say: 'Who can be as good as the king of poetry and painting' Is this a lie?"

Li Muqi smiled lightly, "This should be a rumor from everyone, and it is not credible." ”

"The word of one man shall not be believed, but the word of many shall not be disbelieved. ”

"Don't you hear that everyone says that there are tigers in the city, is there really a tiger in the city?" Li Muqi said, "The words of everyone cannot be trusted. It has been passed on orally, and it is inevitable that there will be some fallacies. ”

"According to the old man's opinion, this statement must be true," Ran Xinpindao said, "It is rare to have such an identity and be so modest and cautious." The same is true of the saints of the ancients. ”

"How dare you compare it with a saint. Li Muqi hurriedly shook his hand and said.

"Hey..." Ran Xinpin said earnestly, "The husband should be like this: auxiliary temples, and leave the name of the ages, stand on the battlefield, be loyal to the righteousness of the world, respect the people, and get the virtue of the world, show the ambition, and leave the name in history, so as not to lose the ambition of the husband." After a pause, he said, "This country is originally the Li family, as a person of the Li family, you will definitely contribute to the Jiangshan Society after the king, how can you only be intoxicated with poetry and books, and indulge in paintings." You should put your talents to the temple. In this way, we can be worthy of the previous kings and live up to the wisdom given by God. ”

"What Lord Shangshu said is," Li Muqi leaned over and saluted, "How can I be lazy by nature, I don't dare to do this, I am afraid that I will fall into the name of the first king." ”

"My emperor Xindeng, it is the time to employ people, if you can be complemented, it is really the blessing of the people, the blessing of the world, and the blessing of the emperor," Ran Xinren pinched his beard and said, "With your talent, how can you fall into the name of the first king?" ”

Just then, the bell rang. The sound of drums began again, and the people on the porch hurriedly strode away from the hall.

"I will definitely remember Lord Shangshu's words today," Li Muqi got up and made a gesture of invitation, "If the imperial court needs it, it will definitely work, and I thank Lord for his words today." ”

"That's very good. Ran Xinpin said with a smile. Separated from Li Muqi and walked towards Wen Ya Pavilion.

Just as they had left, a person turned out in the shade of a tree not far away, and walked slowly and thoughtfully towards Wen Ya Ge.

When they entered the hall, everyone sat down in their respective seats. There was still that smile on his face, some of them were slightly hunched, and some of them were standing to the side with their heads slightly bowed. Li Muqi had never seen those standing people, and they should have come specifically to celebrate his birthday.

That being said, are they really here to suffer for their birthdays?

There is an old saying in officialdom: If you don't do anything else, you just want to be familiar with your face, if you have the opportunity, won't he think of you? If you don't have a good political performance, you are not afraid of not showing your face in front of everyone. In everything, you have to let your boss know that there is such a person under your hands. It doesn't hurt if you don't shoot a horse, as long as you smile kindly enough and know how to go along with it.

Looking at those people, a trace of pity floated in Li Muqi's heart, feeling that they were really a group of poor people.

The throne of the Lord is empty, and the Lord has not yet arrived. Next to the main seat was sitting Li Muhua, looking at everyone with godly eyes, with a smile on his face, and his face was full of righteousness. On the brocade robe was embroidered a beast, the beast was lifelike, and its eyes were proud of the people who sat down, and it had a majesty that was difficult to look at.

Li Muqi sat with Li Muhua's left hand, and it was Zhang Zhenggang who sat opposite him, with a serious face, without a smile, and at a glance he must be an old stubborn. Not far from him sat a young man, with no expression on his face, eating the food on the table with his head down, ignoring others and not caring about strange eyes. He is Qin Yu, the secretary of the military department of the dynasty, and he is also the one who turned out of the shade of the tree. If it weren't for the fact that today was his aunt's birthday party, he wouldn't have come here at all.

Li Muqi's head has a scar on his face, extending from between his eyebrows to the corners of his mouth, and he looks like he has a palpitation. With a beard, he is also bowing his head, drinking wine, and passing the time. Next to him sat a young woman. Combing the hair bun of the lord of the Hou Mansion, with a few pearls inserted on it, he lowered his head slightly, and he couldn't see the whole picture clearly, only seeing a hazy and extremely beautiful face.

Under her sat a young general, dressed in the general's favorite costume, with a compelling heroic spirit between his eyebrows. A rebellious smile on his handsome face. The young general must be like this. Han Zhongbang, that's his name.

A report was heard, and as soon as the sound fell, an old woman dressed in bright red walked slowly. There was a mocking expression on his face, deep folds carved one by one on the face that looked like a flatbread, and the nose was flattened, as if it had collided with a hard object. twisted his thick waist and dragged his fat slowly.

She is the old princess's personal person and her confidant. Everyone calls her Mama Zheng, and has forgotten her name - osmanthus. Such a person is always a little perverted, a woman like her, who has never been married in her life, and her heart is always a little distorted. Li Muqi had seen her teach people, and that voice and posture made him extremely uncomfortable every time he thought of it.

Seeing her difficult steps at this moment, Li Muqi felt an indescribable discomfort.

A group of gorgeously dressed and childish little girls came slowly around a kind-eyed woman, with beautiful traces on her face, time took away her beauty, but left her with the edges and corners of the past. The thick fat powder can't hide the ruthlessness of the years. The corners of her eyes and eyebrows, like deep marks cut by a knife, reminded her that no matter how much she decorated, it was futile. It was the smile on the corner of her mouth that filled her with a lot of brilliance. Mopping robes. Follow behind you, ticking the mark of time.

looked at Zhang Fengniang's gaze and the smile on the corner of her mouth. Li Muqi felt a heartache. Intense anger forced patience.

Zhang Fengniang's gaze did not find any traces of Li Muqi's forced patience. With a slight sweep, she shifted her gaze elsewhere. Li Muqi didn't see the deep hatred and murderous intent in her eyes.

As soon as Zhang Fengniang sat down, a person came out to read a congratulatory message, and his voice was high, as if he was full of strong respect.

After the greetings, the sound of drum music began, but it was much more intense than before.

Li Mu had no intention of listening, and he had already begun to pour wine into his mouth, one cup after another. Vow to get yourself drunk, and if you get drunk, you won't be so uncomfortable.

If you want to get drunk, how can it be so easy.

The people who are least likely to get drunk are those who want to get drunk. If you are not drunk, you will be more sober and paralyzed, and you must be sober at all times.

Why is it so tricky, how can it be so cruel to a person who wants to get drunk.