"When Xiao Weizi died, the little one had just been here for more than a month. That's why at night, I will go out and walk around. Qixian said in a low voice, "The little one was so frightened by this that he was stupid, and naturally he didn't dare to talk nonsense, except for the people brought by Gonggong Chu, no one knew how Xiao Weizi didn't have it." Later, people began to talk about it, and the little one realized that the master of Xiao Weizi had died in the first month. ”

Shu E's heart couldn't help jumping suddenly, but she didn't dare to have any surprised expression on her face.

"You said that Xiao Weizi has been dead for two years, so his master-" Shu E tried her best to keep her voice calm, "that is, he died in June of the seventh year of the Heavenly Sage?" ”

Qixian nodded and continued: "Madame must know that the emperor built a Yuqing Palace, I heard that ......"

"Xiao Weizi's master, was he burned to death by the fire?" Shu E's eyes looked at the front fixedly, and her voice was cold that even she herself was afraid of, so she simply interrupted Qixian's words.

"How does Madame know about Lu Dao?" Qixian's face was full of surprise, he thought about it, and then said: "Yes, Madame has not entered the palace at that time, of course, I know that the Dao fire burned the Yuqing Palace. ”

Shu E nodded. Yuqing Zhaoying Palace, the legend is splendid, with a huge scale and luxurious palace, comparable to Afang Palace, Weiyang Palace Yuqing Zhaoying Palace, but it seems to be a nightmare cursed by the teacher.

When the glazed bricks, glazed tiles, pine rafters, and gold-painted carvings are all burned into ruins and rubble by the serpent's letter-like tongue of fire, when the brocade mattress, silk clothes, fine porcelain tea sets, and thin bowls are all steamed and roasted into a black mist and thick smoke at the scorching temperature of the dome, fading away the prosperity of singing and dancing, and eliminating the floating scene of purple and red, leaving only a white skeleton, waiting for the truth to be revealed.

"I also listened to the people who came back from Yuqing Palace, Xiao Weizi's master was burned to death, Xiao Weizi saw it, but he was afraid of setting fire to his body and didn't dare to save it. Therefore his master complained against him, and let him stumble into the well and drown him alive. Nanchistring repeated these words, still with a look of unbearability on his face.

Shu E's palms were soaked with sweat, and they were a little cold. It seems that there are clues everywhere, but when you reach out to catch it, you can't catch it at all.

It was dull and gloomy, and there was a gray and dull darkness in front of me, but I could see the shadows that made people wonder.

The weather has never seemed so hot, but the palms of your hands have never been so cold. There was no sweat on his body, but sweat poured into his palms.

In an instant, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of him, briefly clearing the clouds, breaking the silence between Shu'e and Qixian.

"Who is he?"

As if this light was reminding herself, Shu E seemed to wake up from her dream, and finally held back the chaos in her heart and asked.

However, Qixian didn't hear this sentence.

He only saw Shu E's lips twitching slightly, but what he heard in his ears was thunder.

Only then did Shu E remember, just now, it was lightning.

The dark clouds were like a pile of blackened cotton wool that had been pierced by lightning, revealing a large hole. The cool wind emerged from the hollow, and Shu'e finally breathed a sigh of relief.

What can I do if I ask out, but I will make myself even more heartbroken by these unsavory struggles hidden in the cracks of the palace.

I don't know when there was one more person in the courtyard, with eyebrows and eyes, tall and jade, moon white shirt, and flute hanging from the waist.

Seeing Lanchuan in the breeze, Shu E was stunned and realized that the sound of the flute that had been lingering in her ears did not stop when.

"Madame came so early. There are only six flute songs, and I also ask my wife to evaluate them. Lan Chuan's elegant and handsome face suddenly had a hint of aura that Shu E couldn't see.

Shu E smiled faintly and said, "Today's song is not like the past, but it is a little tactful and sad. ”

The smile on the corner of Lan Chuan's lips gradually faded, and he said to Shu E: "Three-foot Yaoqin, a jade flute, after all the end of the world, there is no foot, and this song will never be played again." ”

Shu E heard that this was what Boya said after his death in the middle period of "Liezi", and he knew that Dao Lanchuan regarded himself as a bosom friend.

Recalling last spring, there was a meeting by the riverside. I came back today and didn't see my bosom friend. But seeing a cloud of soil hurts my heart miserably! Sad, sad, and can't bear to tears. Come and go, why bother, the riverside is sad. The sub-period, you and I are a daughter, we have no words at the end of the world, this song will not be played again, and the three-foot Yaoqin will die for you!

The three-foot Yaoqin died for the king. Shu E's heart felt ominous for no reason.

Lan Chuan has always been a person who knows how to be restrained and restrained, how could he rashly say such ominous words.

Shu E hurriedly returned the salute and said: "The riverside will be a gentleman, how fortunate it is." ”

Lan Chuan waved his hand to let Qixian retreat, ordering him not to come out if he had nothing to do. Fang Cai sat down on the stone drum bench where he often stroked the qin in the pavilion, and while tuning the strings, he smiled and said: "No matter how deep your heart is hidden, you can't hide it from your bosom friend." ”

Shu E didn't know what Lan Chuan's words meant, but Lan Chuan had already played the piano and stopped talking.

Shu E has never heard such a piano music.

There is less peace and tranquility in the past, and there is only endless wandering back and forth in the tone, and the low back is prepared. It's just eight sentences, but it's one note higher than it is over and over again. It seems to be telling over and over again, telling the endless hesitation in my heart. Lingering with compassion, tossing and turning, just for the indescribable longing in my heart.

Shu E's five inner days have become lingering, and she never knew that her deep affection was deep, with such a strong despair. This kind of rhythm seems to come from the bottom of my heart, and all the dense and concerned feelings are released by the sound of the piano in an instant.

The brightness in the sky that seemed to burn people's eyes just made Shu E's heart pound. Why is Lan Chuan playing such a piano sound at this moment?

No, no, Shu E shook her head vigorously in her heart. The sound in this harp is not played for me.

Besides, how can I, a humble and insignificant person, be worthy of such affection?

I thought of the third young master, but I also thought of the emperor.

Shu E's heart was stirred up by the sound of the piano, touching the true feelings in her heart, and her eyes were blurred with tears for a while.

Blurred eyes.

The rolling thunder couldn't suppress the sound of the piano, but it shook the heart, shook the ear drums, and shook the sound in the ears as if in front of me, a blur.

In the blurred vision, a goose-yellow cloud floated in.

Because of the innate respect on this woman's body, she has a different bearing in her gestures. Perhaps because of her isolation and dedication to cultivation over the years, in addition to her noble bearing, she also has a light and fluttering aura like a fairy who eats and drinks dew.

Her steps were dignified and steady, and she came slowly, giving birth to lotus step by step. The breeze swayed her skirt, like an orchid alone in the hollow.