[Ran^文^Library][]. []. [com] Winter in the capital, put on a layer of white snow, although it is the winter solstice cold month, the cold winter wind is biting, but the capital is still the usual lively. (Ran Library (7764))

The floating dust is calm, the hustle and bustle of the wine shop under the darkness is still there, the shops on the side of the street are constantly selling, the teahouse is a money village, the upper house and the lower stack, the traffic is busy, and the prosperity is thousands.

Turning the streets and alleys, coming from the east and west alleys, you will see a royal mansion located.

The Nine Princes' Mansion, as usual, exudes majesty and solemnity, but today is different from the usual, from the gate to the inner mansion, everyone is busy, everywhere is full of lights, blessings and joy.

The red silk satin, all the beads, the gong and the extravagant, like a festive atmosphere.

"Lin Gongzi, this is an invitation to the ratio of Xianqin, you can see it." In the busy inner courtyard, the old housekeeper in the house was bowing, handing a red paper invitation in his hand and respectfully handing it to the handsome young man in front of him.

The young man has a thick robe and jade silk, but he is like a feather, dressed luxuriously, and full of heroes, this person is Lin Qian.

He took the paper in the butler's hand and looked at it, and said with a smile: "Well, very good, two days later, it will be my annual competition of piano and musical instruments in the Nine Princes' Mansion, this big competition, although it is not as big as the coming-of-age ceremony, but this is a custom, and it is a custom for officials and nobles from all walks of life to gather in the Nine Princes' Mansion, so it is natural to be more solemn, so as not to make people think that we have lost our identity." ”

"Childe is right." The old housekeeper bowed in response, but asked, "In previous years, the competition of the sound of the piano in the winter moon was done by the talented ladies in the palace, although there was nothing wrong, but there was always less atmosphere, but I don't know how it will be this year." ”

When Lin Qian heard this, he unconsciously showed a little confidence, "The number of salutes to the sound of the winter moon piano is the custom of the cold winter wax moon in my capital every year, although it is not large, but in order to welcome the new year and new image, this ceremony is indispensable." In previous years, it was done by the talented artists who were invited to the banquet in the palace, and hundreds of officials of the Great Jin Dynasty gathered in one place to drink and have fun, but as you said, there was a little less atmosphere. ”

"So, this year, the emperor won't invite those talents, and he made an exception to choose the venue in my Nine Kings' Mansion, maybe it's someone's light, but anyway, this is a great thing."

The old housekeeper raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice: "The person that the prince said is the next Ninth Prince, Lin Ning?" ”

"Huh." Lin Qian smiled faintly, "It's not that he can have anyone, my Nine Princes' Mansion is now in the capital, and it is all up to him." ”

"This prince, he deserves it!"

Lin Qian sighed, thinking about this, he felt that the infarction was in his throat, and a feeling of longing came from, in order not to be sad, he immediately changed the topic, "Xuan'er is so good at piano music, talented, and constantly practicing these days, I believe she will be able to bring us a surprise at the festival." ”

The old housekeeper replied, that is, he dismissed, and when he left, he muttered in his mouth: "If Lin Ning Gongzi is here, his flute music in his hand is in his hand, and the sound of heaven is in his hand, won't everyone be amazed?" ”

This sentence seemed to be said to himself, and the old butler bowed and retreated.

Lin Qian's face was sad.

"Yes, if Lin Ning is still in the palace, his flute music is difficult for the three qin scholars in the capital to come."

He rubbed his brow, trying to remove the sorrow from between his brows, but the more he rubbed his brow, the deeper the wrinkle became, and finally his hand stopped.

Walked out of the inner mansion alone, turned the corridor, and came to the door of an inconspicuous wing house in the backyard, which was where Lin Ning used to live.

"Squeak." He pushed the door open, and the furnishings were still the same, but they were covered with a thick layer of dust, and they looked deserted.

He found a bench, brushed off the dust, and sat down.

Looking at everything in the room, it seemed that the scene was still before Lin Ning left, with two dusty teacups and a slightly mottled teapot on the bookcase.

It was here that he talked to Lin Ning for the first time, and it was also the first time that Lin Ning made himself understand many things.

It's just, this one!

It was so hurried that before leaving, I didn't even have time to say hello. When Lin Ning left, he didn't know about it until three days after he left, and when he found it, it was already empty.

I thought he was just going out for a walk and coming back as usual.

Unexpectedly, there was no news of this time!

"Will he ever come back?" Lin Qian stared at the teapot for a long time before he said to himself. In the empty house, only lonely thoughts are left here.

"Maybe it won't come back." He got up again and walked to the window, where flakes were falling again just after the heavy snow had fallen last night.

It was cold in the room, but it was his heart that was even colder.

Since Lin Ning left, Xuan'er washed her face with tears all day long, and now she finally calmed down her pain of missing Lin Ning under her own comfort, but after many days of getting along day and night, he gradually developed a good impression of Xuan'er.

When he found out, he realized that he had planted a deep love for Xuan'er and couldn't extricate himself. obviously knows that the emotions between Xuan'er and Lin Ning are far beyond himself.

However, the pain in my heart became more and more intense, as if I wanted to devour myself. Whenever he thought that if Lin Ning came back, Xuan'er would leave with reluctance, which made him sleepless all night.

If Lin Ning never comes back and really embarks on the immortal road, can he really stay with her and grow old with her?

He didn't know, but he understood that once Lin Ning came back, he would take Xuan'er away from him. However, this unforgettable heartache can only be borne by him alone.

From the bottom of my heart, I miss him very much.

Today's Lin Qian is very contradictory, and he doesn't know what the way out is. Shaking his head, after his thoughts flew back, he closed the window, went out of the room, closed the wooden door and turned to leave, but saw a woman in the snow holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking Juanjuan.

She suddenly lost her umbrella, and in the snow, she jumped playfully and happily, stretching out her jade-like hand, wanting to catch the snowflakes and have fun with the snow.

Lin Qian saw the smile on her face, and felt a lot of pain somewhere in her heart. After trying to cover it up, he walked over and picked up the oil-paper umbrella on the ground, and propped it up to her.

"Xuan'er, it's cold, don't catch a cold." Lin Qian gently took off his silk cotton robe and draped it over her shoulders for her.

Xuan'er, who was still playing, was startled for a moment by her behind her, turned around, and her face turned red instantly, "Young Master Lin, it turns out that you are here." ”

"Can't I be there?" Lin Qian said jokingly.

"No, I thought there was no one in the backyard, so I wanted to come here to play, but I didn't expect you to be here." Xuan'er explained with a wave of her hands.

But Lin Qian turned his face blank and said with a little seriousness: "Aren't you practicing the piano today?" Don't forget, there is still your performance at the festival, so don't cry if you make a fool of yourself. ”

Xuan'er covered her mouth and chuckled, "The master who taught today specially gave me a day off, and I had nothing to do in the house, let's go to the street to play." ”

"This ...... Not so good. Lin Qian hesitated for a moment, "There are still many matters in the mansion." ”

"Just leave it to the housekeeper, he has been in charge of the house for so many years, he must know better than you, oh, please, just go to the street to play for a while, just for a while."

Looking at Xuan'er's playful appearance of pleading, Lin Qian's heart softened, and said, "Okay, in half a day, I was discovered by my father, and I will be scolded." ”

With Lin Qian's consent, Xuan'er immediately cheered.

Xuan'er took his hand and ran out of the house, Lin Qian held her little hand tightly, and the corners of her mouth finally showed a hint of relief.

The two came to the street, walked the streets, played freely, and were so happy. Infected by Xuan'er's smile, Lin Qian also bathed in the short world of the two, forgetting his troubles for a while.

Unconsciously, it was already past midday, and the two were sitting in a teahouse to rest, and Xuan'er was still chattering in Lin Qian's ear like a sparrow.

"Let's take a sip of water." When Lin Qian smiled and poured a cup of fragrant tea for her, he swept his eyes casually, but saw a familiar figure under the teahouse, among the crowds, and suddenly passed by.

The action of pouring the tea also froze in place......

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