Biyun Pavilion is located at the top of Tiger Mountain, also known as "Wangjiang Pavilion", climb to the sky and look up, but see the blue clouds for thousands of miles, look down on the plains, and the Yangtze River is not endless.

This flat-topped hill that looks like a peninsula, sticking out to the north, is surrounded by hanging rocks on three sides, and only one stone is connected to the mountain road, forming a unique scenic spot that is a dangerous victory. The east side of the deep valley is steep and steep, the rock is exposed, the steep is incomparable, the west side, the undulating hills paved by the pine and the forest sea, dormant at the foot, from time to time with the wind whistling the roar of the forest waves, just like the "autumn soldiers on the battlefield" The most magnificent scenery is to look to the north, the river is in full view, the flood waves surge under the foot, the fertile fields on both sides are thousands of miles, the vast and infinite. Although it is not as famous as the Yellow Crane Tower in Wuhan, its beautiful scenery does not reduce the magnificence of the Yellow Crane Tower, so there are many literati and ink writers who come here to enjoy it.

At this time, there was a white-clothed boy sitting in front of the court, the boy had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his very long body was set off by a wide white robe, which made him more and more handsome.

The boy held a cup of tea soup, lowered his head and gently blew open the tea leaves in the cup, then put it to his mouth and took a sip gently, took it in his mouth for a while, closed his eyes slightly, and swallowed it back little by little. Refreshing from the bottom of the heart, the teeth and cheeks are fragrant, the taste is mellow, and the aftertaste is sweet, so that the boy can't help but open his eyes and praise: "Tea picking is not picking green, far up the cliff." The cloth leaves are warm in the spring breeze, and the basket is slanting in the day. The old Zhishan Temple Road, when staying in the wild people's house. By asking Wang Suncao, when will the bowl of flowers. It's really good tea!"

"Is it good if Childe likes it?" the man who was hunched next to Childe hurriedly said with a smile.

The boy took two more sips, but ignored the words of the man next to him, but said to himself: "Isn't it too unsatisfactory to have tea without music?"

Before the son's words fell, he suddenly heard the sound of the strings plucking, and the sound of the piano turned gracefully, and the sound of the song gradually rose after a while.

"Last night, the cold scorpion couldn't stop singing, and I was shocked back to a thousand miles of dreams, and it has been three watches. Get up and walk around the stairs alone, people are quiet, and the moon outside the curtain is dim.

The white head is famous, the old mountain pine and bamboo are old, and the return journey is blocked. If you want to put your heart into Yaoqin, you have few friends, who will listen to the broken strings? (Note 1)

There was a hint of sadness in the sound of the piano, as if it was telling something, and it seemed to sigh something.

The young man nodded slightly, a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, and he lowered his head again and took a sip of tea soup, before he exhaled lightly and said loudly: "Good sentence" If you want to put your heart into Yaoqin, there are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken strings? Sing well! The words are well written, and the song is also sung well?

"The little prince has won the prize!" The woman who played the piano in the pavilion was busy getting up at this time, although this woman was a daughter, she was wearing a blue silk shirt, holding a huqin in her arms, and stood aside.

The young man nodded and said, "It's all your own people, you don't have to be formal, sit down, right?"

The woman answered again, then took a step back, sat down slowly, generous and natural, without any delicate posture, if it weren't for her delicate facial features, demeanor and demeanor with a bit of the charm of her daughter's family, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was a man.

Needless to say, this young son is naturally Zhu Zhantan, the beloved son of the current King of Han, and that woman is naturally his personal maid Tie Xiaodie.

Zhu Zhantan looked very happy today, drank tea and leaned on the bench, he didn't look like a rich and noble son, but like a lord in an official family, with a serene expression and a satisfied face, as if he was tired of the intrigues of the past, and he only wanted this beautiful scenery in front of him, a little song, a cup of tea, and a bench under him.

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Fluttershy looked at the lying little prince, and a strange thought welled up in her heart, this seemingly shrewd, clear-eyed little prince, there seemed to be an indescribable tiredness in her bones, and there was a faint sense of fear hidden, she didn't know how this feeling arose, maybe it was the little prince who showed a childlike satisfied smile at this moment, and sometimes woke up to let her see his heart.

Tie Xiaodie's beautiful brow furrowed slightly, her red lips were slightly loosened, and her ten-fingered jade fingers flicked slightly, and the sound of the piano slowly flowed out.

"Relatives and relatives, high-rise buildings and moons are like snow.

Twenty-eight is Chanjuan, and the moon is bright and jade.

The origin of the brocade, the birth of a small leaning on the red string.

Zhu Xian is not worried, and his hands are like clouds.

A sound fell into the sky, and everyone who heard it burst into tears.

Beilang is already a year, and Wanglang is out of the building.

The blue sky is like the sea, and the blue moon is like a pearl.

The full moon is missing, and Chang'an guests are not seen.

The ancient road is whiter than frost, and the sand extinguishes the pedestrians.

The moon rises in the sky, and the moon shines on the earth.

How to be a person of the same heart, two by two do not abandon each other. (Note 2)

This is a woman's words to the man she loves, she is in the red sleeves to listen to the man named Yang Zheng singing, she has a good memory, write it down word for word, at this time I don't know why I sang this little song, I don't know if it touched a certain place in my heart, the song is accompanied by the sound of the piano, showing a woman's deep heart and the mood of wanting to talk about it one by one.

Zhu Zhantan, who was lying down, listened to this song, first frowned, and then listened attentively, and in the end seemed to forget all the trivial matters, and only cared about listening to this little song with a hint of grievance.

When the song finally came to an end, Fluttershy's expectant eyes glanced at Zhu Zhantan, and seeing that his expression was as usual, the hesitation between his brows became a little more solemn than before, and she sighed softly, hugged the guqin, and sat down again, no longer speaking.

Zhu Zhantan reclined on the bench, seemed to be still immersed in the sound of the piano, did not come back to his senses for a long time, still closed his eyes, only his lips moved slightly, and he listened carefully, and actually sang this poem gently, and repeatedly chanted the two sentences at the end, "Why should you be one heart and one person, and the two will not abandon each other?" repeatedly.

I don't know how long it took for him to slowly open his eyes, and his right hand stretched out to touch the stone table on the side, and the guard beside him hurriedly and carefully handed over the cup of tea just now.

Zhu Zhantan took it with both hands, opened the lid with his right hand, and a faint fragrance of tea wafted out, he squinted his eyes and inhaled hard, then raised his head slightly, quite a little childish, and slowly tilted the tea soup in his left hand from the top of his head, his lips opened slightly, and the clear and bright tea soup suddenly became a bead curtain, which fell from the sky and fell into his mouth accurately, he swallowed it gently, listened to a grunt, and the tea soup was swallowed into his stomach by him, and the movements were orderly, and it could be seen that he did this on weekdays。

Zhu Zhantan seemed to enjoy this way of eating tea, and he ate a cup of tea soup cleanly, but he still didn't forget to stick out his tongue and lick it around his lips, but he really didn't dare to compliment it.

Tie Xiaodie on the side frowned slightly, as if she felt funny, and felt a little funny, but she didn't dare to show this smile, don't say that she is still just a maid now, even if she is not, who dares to laugh at the action of a little prince eating tea.

Zhu Zhantan ate a cup of tea and soup like this, and then sat up straight again, a pair of dark eyes just glanced at it, and then saw the looks of everyone in the pavilion, Xiaodie's smile was not a smile, all the guards, Gong E's own clever patience, all fell into his eyes, he sneered, his eyes flashed with two sharp lights, just a moment's effort, just now there was an official master's appearance, at this time his face was full of gloomy air, which made people's hearts tremble.

The guard beside him secretly touched the beads of sweat on his forehead, and said in his heart: "This little prince is also too fickle, just now he was full of spring breeze, and now it is full of dark clouds?"

Zhu Zhantan put down the teacup in his hand and said with a gloomy face: "Hasn't Gong'e come yet?"

The guard beside him was startled, glanced at the face of the little prince, and hurriedly bowed down and said: "I'm afraid it's going to be soon, you also know that the Sun family's concubine who is extremely favored by the crown prince, there will inevitably be more things in the palace, I'm afraid it's delayed, right?"

Zhu Zhan said frankly: "It's just a palace lady, you don't need to be so cautious, if you can't do this thing well, how can you be qualified to do things for your father, and when your father achieves great things in the future, can you have less of today's merits?"

The guard hurriedly replied a few times and said: "The little prince is very right, I will definitely talk about him next time!"

Zhu Zhantan snorted from his nose without knowing whether it was okay or not, and said: "Father is ready now, just waiting for the news from Xiao Wang's side, so this matter must not be sloppy, that Gong'e can blend into the Sun family's bedroom, it is extremely beneficial to find out the news of the prince, and when it is not a last resort, do not expose your whereabouts!"

"Yes!" the guard replied.

After Zhu Zhantan finished saying this, he didn't say more, his left hand habitually stretched out to the stone table, the guard was finally a smart man, and he hurriedly lifted the teapot and poured tea soup into the cup again, the fragrant fragrance of Yuhua tea slowly rose, Zhu Zhantan took a sip of it, grabbed the teacup with one hand, leaned back on the bench, and slowly closed his eyes.

When the guard saw this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and did not dare to step forward to disturb him, so he quickly and silently took two steps back and made a posture of bowing his head.

Tie Xiaodie glanced at the little prince who closed his eyes, and the jade fingers plucked lightly on the strings, and a small song slowly flowed from his fingertips.

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Note 1: "Little Heavy Mountain" is the name of the word brand, also known as "Little Heavy Mountain Order". "Jin Xi Ji" into the "double tone". The Tang people used it to write "palace resentment", so it was sad. Fifty-eight characters, four flat rhymes before and after. In the text, "Little Heavy Mountain, Last Night's Cold Can't Stop Singing" is a lyric work by Yue Fei, a general of the Southern Song Dynasty's anti-Jin Dynasty.

Note 2: "Looking at the Moon from a High-rise Building" is a poem by Nalan Rongruo, which expresses a woman's longing for her lover. "High-rise Wangyue" is also "high-rise Wanglang".