At dusk, Jing Xuan sat alone in the house, with an object in front of him, one foot and four inches long, with six holes on it, carved with cloud patterns, gold dust, and a vermilion tassel hanging down at one end.

With one hand caressing the slightly cool bamboo tube, and gently rubbing the round bamboo knots on it with his fingertips, Jing Xuan's solemn and solemn face hooked up a faint smile.

This is a bamboo wind instrument called "chi", which is similar in appearance to a flute, but has a rich, elegant and solemn sound, and is used to play Yale instead of playing only the guard sound Zheng Sheng, as is the case with the dizi.

In the past, he was obsessed with literature and music, and admired Qu Zi, who compiled "Nine Songs", so he often stroked the piano and played the flute in his spare time, thinking that he was entertaining.

But after the sorrow of Shouchun, this pipe was collected and accumulated dust for many years.

Today, Jing Yu found it out, sent it to his desk, and left a letter, saying that the doctor was good at playing the piano music, and if he wanted to get close to her, it was better to play the chime and harmonize.

Jing Xuan shook his head helplessly, his younger brother didn't know anything about the art of war, but he was ingenious in such things, and his words were amazing, I don't know when, he even guessed that it was a woman and not a man.

Sunset was gone, and the last light shimmered on Chi's body, condensing into a dazzling point.

A dark shadow swept into the room with the darkness of the night, almost merging with the darkness around it.

A deep voice was heard in my ears, "Mokako." ”

Jing Xuan nodded, put the pipe in his sleeve, and then spoke, "How?" ”

"The heart is hidden in Wushan, the mountains are turbulent, and there is no way to escape."

Jing Xuan is very satisfied with this result, he must frustrate Xiong Xin's sharp spirit and teach Xiong Xin to die for him, otherwise once Xiong Xin is put on the throne, he will encounter Xiong Xin's crazy counterattack and the fate of the bird's bow.

Although he is not interested in blackmailing the king, it is impossible to be selfless to the point of retiring after success, first for the country, then for the family, and what he lost in the past, he wants to get it back the same.

And then...... The hand inadvertently touched the pipe in the sleeve, and smiled helplessly, if there is a future, I hope to have a person Qin Se and Ming, and travel to the mountains together?

He didn't understand how he could have such unrealistic fantasies, so he breathed a sigh of relief and dragged his thoughts back.

"Euonymus?" He didn't miss a thing.

"The spear wound has been scarred, and his person has superb swordsmanship, stoicism, and the courage of a horseman, and then ......" The black shadow reported the situation in a flat tone, and suddenly paused.

Jing Xuan waved his hand, "No need to scruple. ”

"Barberry thinks that the spear is also a person, only one master, and it is not inferior to many mounds, and it is left on the side, and it will be troubled for a long time, so it is better to kill it."

These days, Euonymus still remembers Zilan's entrustment, and seizes the opportunity to ask Xiong Xin's whereabouts, and the rest of the time inevitably reveals his dissatisfaction with Jing Xuan.

Such a person, even if he is brave and unmatched, keeps a sharp blade that only hurts himself in turn.

"Fine." Jing Xuan's voice was loose and he didn't take it to heart, "His people are quite convinced of medical worries, which is enough." ”

Euonymus did not believe him, let alone obey him, but after he woke up, he heard that Xie Wei had no disgust with Xiong Xin, and it was Xie Wei who saved him, so he was very grateful to her.

As long as you don't know where the bear's heart is, as long as the worry is still in Jiuzhi, the euonymus will not make a big move.

"Let's go, keep an eye on Waishain."

Barberry hesitated, "...... The subordinates still have something to repay. ”

"What?" Jing Xuan raised his eyes in surprise, he hadn't ordered anything else recently.

"Doctor worry, is it a woman?" The barberry's voice became very careful, as if it was guarding some fragile pottery.

He felt that it was too disrespectful to speculate on the identity of an ink doctor.

Jing Xuan was silent for a while and nodded, "Yes, don't leak this matter." ”

The disguise of the anxiety was very successful, but her weak body could not hide it, and only the doctor was still kept in the dark because he had not met her many times.

However, whether the doctor was a woman or not was not what he wanted to know, he just wanted to know whether she was the young girl he met on the shore of the cave in the past to relieve his worries.

But after the cold words and admonitions of the doctor that day, and the persuasion of Huang Yao in the next few days, he really didn't dare to put this matter in the light to try.

Barberry asked no more questions, and disappeared into the night like a shadow.

Jing Xuan was stunned for a while, and the chile was drawn into the palm of his hand from his sleeve, warm and cold, like a clear spring.

He lifted the grate, gently blew the blow hole, and groaned for a moment, but still put it down.

As long as he breathes lightly, the melodious and dignified sound of the chime will overflow, as dazzling as the streamer in the dark night, but everything is not settled, and he does not want to sink into those ethereal dreams again.

When he closed his eyes, the flames of the besieged city appeared in front of him, blood, exile, death, the land fell apart, and a tragic scene flashed in front of him.

Those Si Ming and Dongjun in "Nine Songs" did not protect their people, and the goddesses of Gaotang did not protect this land, what reason did he have to indulge in the colorful lingering of songs?

When God is no longer blessed, such a heavy task will fall on people's shoulders.

"Lord?" When Huang Yao walked into the house, he lowered his eyes and saw Jing Xuanyou's thoughts, and his originally solemn face was slightly relieved.

He is also a person who watched Jing Xuan grow up, and he also looked like this when he remembered Jing Xuan studying the ci fu or listening to the music rhythm and having some understanding.

I just pity this child, who gave birth at the wrong time.

In troubled times, there has never been a pure literary person, and everyone, as long as they still have ambitions in their hearts, can only abandon their pen and follow Rong; Willing to be a hermit like a "Chu madman", that's another matter.

"What?" Jing Xuan woke up from his contemplation, and Fang Cai's thoughts dissipated like smoke, and only the cold pipe in his hand proved his truth.

"A guest came to visit, and he said that he wanted to see the two ink doctors."

"Qi Mo?" Jing Xuan thought for a while, and evoked a hint of a smile that he didn't know, "Interesting." ”

He doesn't pay much attention to the Mo family, but the Mo family is a big force, and anyone who seeks power will know about it.

I heard that this giant is Qin Mo's person again, and Qi Mo and Chu Mo are mixed together, it seems that the Mo family's water is also bottomless.

Huang Yao led Xiangfu Mausoleum in.

Jing Xuan raised his eyes and looked at the person who slowly entered the house, he was dressed in a dark cyan straight coat, with a crown on his head, neatly dressed and solemn, the whole person gave people a sense of calm and solemnity, like a lush pine, completely different from the elegant and free beauty advocated by Chu Di.

"The contemptible husband mausoleum, I heard that the old friend was worried about it, so I came to visit, I don't take the liberty of it, and I forgive you for it." Xiangfuling did not reveal the identity of Xie Wei.

Jing Xuan nodded, got up and saluted back, "Master Xiangzi is serious, the doctor worries and the doctor Shen live in Huaisha Courtyard, now that the twilight has come, why don't you visit tomorrow?" ”

Xiangfu Ling's eyes flashed, deliberately showing a little surprise, and then smiled, "Shen is also here, very good." ”