The sun was shining, and it blended into the same color as the yellow shirt. Shu E shook the folding fan in her hand, the fan is written by herself, the women in the palace use more fans, some use feather fans, and some take folding fans, because some women are good at calligraphy and painting, compared to embroidered fans, more elegant.

Shu E was because she had seen the chic state of the person waving a folding fan and turning the fan into the wind, and when she saw it, she couldn't help but be unforgettable. Although it was early autumn when she saw him, in just two days, the folding fan in his hand had been put away, but the demeanor of that moment had become a free and easy way that she couldn't get rid of. So although summer has not yet arrived, the weather has been sunny day after day, and every day is as hot as a day, Shu'e couldn't wait and took out a folding fan and held it in her hand.

It's a pity that Shu E can't paint, otherwise she really wants to paint that piece of bamboo on the fan surface and enjoy it in her hand every day.

With a slight wave of his right hand, he couldn't help but think of the appearance of the young master Rannuo in his heart, Shu E smiled slightly, followed the two people in front of him, and walked towards Baoci Palace. It's just that it's far away, and I can only see the shadow of the girl in the yellow shirt, but Lanchuan is gone.

When I arrived at the Baoci Palace, the imperial concubine was sitting upright, Lan Chuan was sitting at the bottom, and there was a lyre on the table in front of him, which looked very old. As soon as he saw Shu E coming in, Lan Chuan hurriedly got up and left the piano case. Shu E saluted the imperial concubine Wanfu, and blessed Lanchuan again, and Lanchuan also returned the salute.

Suddenly, after hearing the hollow screen of three mud gold rosewood carved landscape figures in the left hand of the imperial concubine, a gentle and gentle voice said with a smile: "Sister Shu, you are here." When Shu E heard Yang Meiren's voice, she was as friendly as a big sister, and she was very happy in her heart, and she hurriedly saluted the screen: "Yang Meiren is blessed." Looking at it intently, Yang Meiren's feixia-colored clothes could be faintly seen in the hollow screen.

After the greetings were over, the imperial concubine ordered Shu'e to sit on the big circle chair next to Yang Meiren. Yang Meiren is a harem concubine, and she doesn't see a foreign man. The imperial concubine is older, and secondly, she is in a very respected position, Lan Chuan sat far away, and did not dare to force her eyes. Shu E is the history of the women in the palace, and it is okay to meet. The imperial concubine smiled and bowed her head to Lan Chuan, who was dressed and sat in front of the piano case.

The ten fingers are white and slender, crisscrossing the blackened surface, which is stunningly beautiful.

Yes, it's alarming.

The tune is still the "Manna Spectrum" that Shu E has heard, and compared to the prayer-like speech played on the flute that day, the gurgling sound of the piano is more touching and beautiful.

It's just that Shu E suddenly felt that every time she plucked the strings, it was like plucking her heart, as if her whole heart was tight. Shu E held the handle of the fan tightly, and on top of her hands, the knuckles were even more white and distinct. Shu E couldn't listen to the piano with peace of mind, and inadvertently looked at the imperial concubine, her expression was calm, but she was obviously really deep in thought, and her eyes didn't fall on Lan Chuan at all.

Shu E glanced at Lan Chuan again, and was shocked again. The melody is so melodious that it seems that it is no longer audible, only the slender hands are seen beating on the crystal seven strings, and under the seven strings is a long log that is dull and black.

After the song was played, Shu E was upset. The imperial concubine seemed to be still distracted, and Yang Meiren applauded softly behind the screen: "Good music, good piano!" ”

The imperial concubine seemed to have just woken up from a big dream, and also said to Lan Chuan: "Very good." This palace is just a chance to see the legacy of the predecessors, but it is incomplete, many changes, and finally made this song, but I have never been able to find someone with this piano power. Fortunately, Yang Meiren heard about you. ”

Yang Meiren said with a smile behind the screen: "Needless to say, the score is good, it is rare to have such good piano skills as an official, and it is even more rare to find this good piano from where." ”

Lan Chuan had already gotten up and left his seat, bowing slightly, "The imperial concubine and Yang Meiren have won the award." ”

Yang Meiren seemed to be very interested, and said with a smile: "Your piano has a clear timbre to this point, and the body of the piano is dark and simple, and it can compete with Cai Yong's Jiaowei [Note 1]. ”

"Jiaowei ......" the imperial concubine said in a low voice, but there was a very deep emotion in her tone, like sadness, like remembrance.

Yang Meiren didn't care, and added with a smile: "Yes, the piano is like a scorched tail, and people are better than Cai Yong." The sound has changed from crisp as a pearl to a slow and melodious one, as if the spring equinox has brought a warm fragrance of flowers, which makes people intoxicated.

Lan Chuan smiled and bowed down and said, "The beauty has won the award." The voice of the mediocre hand is only afraid of insulting listening. Somehow, Shu E actually felt that Lan Chuan's tone was a bit like Hua Dongyang, and the humble wording and tone showed off more confidence and publicity.

Yang Mei's warm laughter carried the warmth of spring and the sweetness of spring flowers, and only sent to Shu E's heart. Shu E only felt that what she saw and heard today was incredible. In the lobby, everyone was silent, only Yang Meiren and Lanchuan were separated by more than two feet, separated by a rosewood screen, asking and answering. It's just that the voices of the two are full of extremely seductive charm.

"The official will play another song, okay?" Yang Meiren asked softly.

Lan Chuan smiled and bowed slightly in agreement. He bowed to the imperial concubine sitting in the middle, and sat down to stroke the qin. The moment his fingers just touched the strings, all the flashy and charming smiles on Lan Chuan's face were all gone, and his expression was focused, as if he was still in the courtyard at the end of the teaching workshop, with his hand on the flute.

It's just the words of Lan Chuan and Yang Meiren, and the extremely charming look on Lan Chuan's face, which makes Shu E feel as if everything is not what she saw at the beginning. At first, in the courtyard of the teaching workshop, the feeling of meeting a soulmate suddenly became unattainable.

The sound of the piano sounded again, and through the hole in the screen, Shu E could see that Yang Meiren's right hand holding a handkerchief fell slightly with the beat, but she was at a loss in her heart, and she didn't hear what Lan Chuan was playing.

Not long after Lan Chuan said goodbye, Shu E also got up to say goodbye. Yang Meiren walked out from behind the screen, holding Shu E's hand very affectionately, "Sister Shu, can you listen to it today?" ”

Shu E smiled reluctantly: "The aftermath lingers, and it will not stop for three days." ”

Shu E said goodbye to the imperial concubine again, and went back to Yong'an Hall alone. Xianluo sent Shu'e out of the palace gate of Baoci Palace, Shu'e thanked her again and again, and Xianluo Fang stopped and went back. When Shu E came, she only felt a faint joy and peace in her heart, and walked slowly and slowly, looking at the colors of late spring and early summer in the palace as she walked. On the way back, I couldn't calm down, so I just walked forward, and when I looked up, I saw the yellow shirt, standing next to the rockery, looking at the north in a daze.

As expected, Shu E raised her eyes to look north, her gray-blue clothes were in the wind, and she was carrying the lyre on her back. The sunset in the west reflects the sunset for half a day, which is magnificent and bright. And Lanchuan Negative Qin walked next to the sunset, but his figure looked so lonely and sad, and it seemed so incompatible with the surrounding sky.

In the wrong box! Yes, Shu E suddenly understood that her heart was frightened, not from the sound of the piano, but from the lyre, such a charred black color, without a little moist and agile air, and Lan Chuan's white and slender hands, so distinct, but so incompatible. So every time I look at it, I feel a little more annoyed and a little more frightened.

Finally returned to Yong'an Hall, when I entered the door, there was the familiar voice of Grandpa Lin, there was a waffle who was busy setting up dinner in the room, there were cloves who asked the kitchen to warm the porridge again, and four or five people came in and out, their appearance and voice were as usual. Shu'e finally felt relieved, after all, there was still a place she was familiar with.

[Note 1] Jiaowei: The Wu people have those who burn tung to plan (sound channeling, burning fire for cooking), and Yong (Cai Yong of the Eastern Han Dynasty) smells the sound of fire. Knowing its good wood, cut for the piano because of the invitation, there is a beautiful sound, and its tail is still scorched, so the name of the person is Jiaowei Qinyan.