A green tent carriage walked on the mountain path in the moonlight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Yu was lying in his clothes, and when he was sleeping sweetly, there was a long singing voice in his ears, the singing was very close, but it seemed to be nothing.

She rubbed her eyes, sat up, and listened, it was a languid, sexy, subdued jade voice.

"If someone is in the mountains, he will be taken by Xue Lixi." is both embarrassed and smiling, Zi Muyu is good at smiling. Take the red leopard from the civet dog, and the Xinyi car is tied to the laurel flag. Riding the red leopard from the civet dog, he was taken by Shi Lanxi to Du Heng, and he was left behind. The rest of the secluded glen will never see the sky, and the road will be dangerous and difficult to come alone. . . ”

This voice is so casual, but it brings the song to the bottom of people's hearts. Separated by a brick wall, it does not affect its elegance in the slightest.

Yang Yu pursed his lips slightly and smiled, got up and came to the couch, stroked the strings with both hands, and the long and elegant sound flowed to his fingertips.

She opened her mouth and sang: "Emperor Jiashu, orange is obedient." Ordered not to move, born in the south of the country. It is deeply rooted and difficult to migrate, and it is even more ambitious. The green leaves are glorious, and they are gratifying. The branches are thorny, and the round fruits are kneaded. The article is mixed, and the article is rotten. The fine color is white, and the class is arbitrary. It should be repaired, but not ugly. Er Youzhi, there is a difference... ”

Yang Yu's voice is a girl's clearness, with a little inaudible hoarseness, gentle and charming, which makes people unconsciously indulge in it and can't extricate themselves.

The lazy elegance of the middle-aged scholar and the warmth and wanton of Yang Yu's girlish voice intertwine a beautiful movement.

The middle-aged scholar sang the "Mountain Ghost" in "Chu Ci Nine Songs", which on the surface tells the mountain ghost's love for a young girl, and writes the detachment and beauty of the girl on the side. It is deeply about the poet's devotion and loyalty to the king.

Yang Yu sang back "Nine Chapters: Ode to Oranges", which is a poem about the words and aspirations of things, in which she depicts and praises the orange tree, in order to express her pursuit of disobedience to the world, even if she dies, she will strengthen her will.

Xie An frowned slightly.

is such a sparse and elegant person, who never puts his joy and anger on his face in front of people, but frowns for this girl he has never met.

"Xie lives in Dongshan, if the girl is free, she can come and talk to me about the scriptures." On the other side of the high wall, Xie An'an was sitting in the carriage, and the night was dark, hiding the smile on his face.

Yang Yu held the piano with both hands, raised his voice and laughed, got up slowly, bowed down to the high wall, and said unhurriedly: "There is a fate in the coming day, and I am willing to see you in my dreams." ”

Xie An unconsciously felt unconsciously upset, then pulled the corners of his lips and replied, "Xie, wait for you at any time." He raised his hand and said softly, "Okay." ”

The wheels of the carriage pressed against the bluestone pavement, and they stepped on the way home.

Yang Yu nodded slightly, a smile on his lips. She looked up at the small iron fence above the high wall, and the moonlight shone through the fence above her head, and the night was still.

In the early morning of the next day, King Langya, who temporarily lived in Jinling, entered the palace to face the saint.

Sima Zigao looked at Sima An and showed a sincere smile: "Your Majesty, why should you be angry with a little girl?" ”

Sima An raised his lips and smiled, his clear eyes were as gentle as usual: "Ah Jiu is in a hurry to see me, just to say Ah Yu?" ”

Sima Zigao nodded frankly: "Your Majesty, you know, last night, Xie Gong'an went down the mountain, just to moan about the wall with Ah Yu." ”

"Even you know, I know. Sima An put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Sima Zigao for a moment.

"She has done good deeds all the way, and her prestige among the common people and soldiers is very high, and the people she has befriended are all famous people and Confucians in the world. ”

Sima An smiled and did not speak.

Sima Zigao's eyes dimmed slightly, and he said slowly: "That day in Liaocheng, I was chased and killed by Yu Fumu, and all the servants died to protect me, I was covered in blood and lived on the streets, and the water and rice did not enter for five days, it was Ah Yu who saved me, if it weren't for her, I would have died in the north." ”

Sima Zigao knelt on one knee and arched his hand: "I beg Your Majesty to spare Ayu's life." ”

The corners of Sima An's lips hooked up a smile, he helped Sima Zigao with both hands, and said slowly: "Why is Ah Jiu like this? When my father was on the throne, there was a rebellion of the eight kings, at that time, I was still young, but I still dare not forget that the emperor's uncles pointed at Jinling and wanted to take this position. ”

He smiled and shook his head, "I'm telling you what you're doing, really. He shook his head slightly, and then said, "Ah Jiu, let me think about it." ”

Sima Zigao frowned slightly and said goodbye.

Walking out of the majestic palace, a luxurious carriage was waiting outside the palace gate, and a man in a green shirt opened the curtain and let Sima Zi get into the carriage.

The carriage set off, and the green-shirted scholar looked at Sima Zigao's deeper and deeper eyes, and asked tentatively, "Your Highness, how is it?" ”

Sima Zigao closed his eyes for a moment, opened his eyes again, and said slowly: "Today, you want me to hand over the military power." ”

"Well, where do you start?" ”

Sima Zigao showed a sincere smile: "Should I pay it?" ”

The green-shirted scholar frowned slightly, looked at King Langya again, and said slowly: "For the Great Dao, it shouldn't be." ”

"Go to the Criminal Division, when the benefactor leaves, I should see her." ”

The green-shirted scholar said, "Go to the Criminal Division." ”

The coachman answered, turned his horse's head and left.

The prince of Langya is a prince, and it is just a matter of one sentence to see Yang Yu, and there is almost no hindrance, and Sima Zigao enters the damp and cold prison.

Vaguely, the sound of the piano flowed slowly, and the prisoners in the prison should have been full of sadness, but along the way, they found that everyone was listening to the sound of Tsinghua and smiling.

Sighing that music can educate the people, Sima Zigao felt some indescribable guilt in his heart.

He once said that he was willing to repay the kindness of this meal with his life.

However, at this time, he had to give up.

"Ah Yu. ”

Sima Zi stood outside the iron fence with his hands high, his handsome and tough face with a deep sense of guilt.

Yang Yu raised his eyes and saw that Ah Jiuyi was dressed in a purple royal robe, and he looked even taller and taller.

She was surprised for a moment, tilted her head, looked at him, and smiled: "Is Ah Jiu okay?" ”

Regarding Yang Yu's performance, Sima Zi Gauguin felt embarrassed, and he said sneeringly: "I returned to Jinling, inherited the throne, sent Ah Weng away, handled official documents, and was busy and bland." ”

The two of them were talking, but Huan Qilang came outside, he looked at Xing Shilang angrily, his face was flushed with anger like a jade, and he asked angrily, "Why can't you see you today?" ”

The criminal priest was embarrassed, so he had to say: "The girl's deceased is now in prison to meet the girl, and the noble person specially explained that no one can disturb her." ”

"Very noble! So domineering! ”

Xing Silang couldn't help wiping his cold sweat, people came early, who is to blame! Who is this domineering man?

"Huan Jun, please don't be impatient, it's a good thing that the girl has the protection of a nobleman, so that tomorrow morning, Lang Jun will come again, and Liao will not refuse." ”

It's useless to entangle like this, what this criminal priest said is not unreasonable, but I don't know who that noble person is?

Huan Qilang snorted coldly: "I'll come back tomorrow, if I say these words again, hum!" ”

Is this a threat?

The criminal secretary gave up his hand to send Huan Qilang away, and he always felt that he had done too much favoritism in recent days, and this criminal division was not able to do it for long?

When did this criminal division usher in such a lively situation? What's more, the people who come are all famous and noble?

He looked at Huan Qilang helplessly and sighed. (To be continued.) )