The heavy rain was coming, and several carriages were methodically heading towards the edge of the capital in the dim day, and the place where they went was Moxuan Pavilion. It is located in the remote area of Luoyang, surrounded by green mountains and long mist, like a hidden paradise. Today, the fog is even worse.

This pavilion was opened by many famous poets in the capital, and the literati gathered here, and it is a place where ordinary people are not allowed. Those who are lucky enough to enter are all extremely talented people, and with a stroke of ink, they point out words and phrases that are more beautiful than peonies on the white paper.

Whoever asks for one of the works will treasure them in the study room of the aristocratic family.

These people came from all over the world, and every day they insisted on coming to such a far place from the city, and they all met friends with poetry, and the friendship between them was all condensed on the pen.

In front of Moxuan Pavilion, the person in the carriage came down, and this person was Wang Xian. He looked at the three words on the plaque, and his face was grim. This is the first time he has gone out of the palace to run errands for his master, and he does not allow any extraneous branches.

He and a group of Gao Dezhong's subordinate eunuchs behind him walked up the jade steps, and the doorman saw it from a distance, came down to stop Wang Xian, who was the leader, and asked, "Your Excellency?" ”

Wang Xian glanced at him, took out his tooth card, and remained silent.

The doorman looked at the tooth tag, gasped, and then shuddered: "My lord is, Gong ...... In the palace? ”

Drawing back the tooth card, Wang Xian and the eunuchs pushed the door in with a straight face.

The ink fragrance hit, and even the aroma of the Fushan furnace in the corner of the wall couldn't hide the strong smell of books. The white wall is like snow, the red plum painting is hung in the center, only in the lobby, the collection of books in the four corners is very numerous, and the good ink and good paper are neatly placed on each vermilion lacquer incense table, for the literati to practice a chapter of poetry at any time.

Wang Xian walked away, and no one in the lobby was deserted, just like the silence of the long street outside the door with the cold wind blowing the bones, which was different from the rumors that poets had heard in the past and talked together.

He saw someone on the second floor see them, he was stunned for a moment, and after taking a closer look, he immediately turned his back and left.

After going upstairs, a small eunuch behind him opened the door for Wang Xian. Everyone in the room stopped their pens and inks and looked at him in unison, many of whom had faces that were regulars at the famous poets' gatherings in Beijing.

"Which of your Excellency is the Bitter Cold Mountain?" Wang Xian asked, and then glanced around the room, the screen inside was embroidered vividly, and he took a few more looks.

A man sitting in the first place got up, dressed in white and quite a fairy wind and bones, he touched his beard, squinted and said, "What are you looking for me?" ”

This is one of the poets who are best at teaching the children of the nobility to compose poems in the capital, and he is very old, and he has begun to gradually close his pen in recent years. At this time, all the faces of young literati were sitting around him.

Wang Xian arched his hand and said, "It's taken up some time for Your Excellency." ”

Yan Hanshan hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. The people in the room retreated consciously, and he said, "Your Excellency, please speak." ”

"Master Yan," Wang Xian took a step forward, "this matter is very important, and it is better to take one step to say it." ”

He pulled out his tooth tag, his eyes full of caution. Glimpsing the words of the yellow door, Yan Hanshan stroked his beard, looked at him, and didn't say a word.

Dark clouds splashed ink outside, the wind gusted, and Yan Hanshan's face was as gloomy as outside, but after a while, he finally pushed open the secret door, and Wang Xian walked in behind him.

After listening to Wang Xian's words inside, Yan Hanshan hurriedly replied: "This ...... The old man has not written for several years, and I am afraid that he will not be able to satisfy his mother. ”

Immediately afterwards, a large box with Phnom Penh was placed in front of him, and Wang Xian said: "But the Empress Dowager admires her master's literary brilliance, and she very much wants to get her master's last handwritten work, no matter how much she is paid." ”

Yan Hanshan said: "The old man has been living in poverty in his later years, and he has long been accustomed to cumin, and such a reward is terrifying. ”

Wang Xian gestured sideways, and the three big boxes were put up again.

"The old man is now teaching every young literati who is studying in Moxuan Pavilion, but it is not for this money." He shook his sleeves and snapped.

"Master's literary attainments are at their peak, how can he just write a little silver to invite Master out of the mountain?" Wang Xian said, "The Queen Mother knew that the master had a strong temperament, such as cold snow and plum, green bamboo and arrogance, and mentioned silver to Your Excellency will only lose grace, but the most appreciated poet in the capital of the Queen Mother is the master. Only the master writes the gift, and only a person like the master who has left a name in the history of the capital's poems, can make the queen mother feel worthy of the farewell affection. ”

Yan Hanshan shook his head: "The old man is appreciated by the Queen Mother, but this writing is ...... The old man had already sworn a few years ago that he would never put pen to paper since! ”

With that, he frowned, and his eyes looked at the silver repeatedly.

Wang Xian asked people to carry several boxes again, and looked at the person opposite quietly: "What about these?" ”

"The old man has already said it! The silver is ...... outside the body."

Before the words of the cold mountain fell, the box was opened, and the gold was extremely dazzling, and the dark inner room was full of light. All the light flowed in his eyes, and the great poet stood silent, but all the wrinkles around his brow melted, and his expression on the back of the light began to change slightly.

Wang Xian stretched out his hand to close them, and the dark room was shrouded in darkness again. He said: "If the master really doesn't want to go out of the mountain, the queen mother can't force it." It's just a pity that the essay he left in the historian's pen and recorded by the Queen Mother was not from the master. ”

Wang Xian's hand stopped gently in the dark shadow, and soon the surrounding eunuchs came up and picked them up one by one, and suddenly stretched out a hand from the darkness and grabbed the thin arm of a small eunuch.

"Wait," said the cold mountain road, "the old man has other plans. ”

After speaking, he shook off his robe, straightened his waist, and asked with a high-spirited and bright literati aura, "What does Niangniang need the old man to write?" ”

Looking at him like this, Wang Xian raised the corners of his mouth in the shadows, revealing a sarcastic sneer, while Yan Hanshan's eyes only focused on those boxes.

"If the Queen Mother wants to write, it will be too easy for the master......" Wang Xian said in a deep tone.

In less than half an hour, a qiē has been explained. The king presented Yan Hanshan with the piece of paper written by Shen Shuzhao, and said, "Master must keep this secret matter well, and with Master's fame and disciples, more people will follow your example in the future." ”

The cold mountain nodded as plain as water: "The old man understands." ”

"Don't disturb the Master, the Master doesn't have to send each other." After Wang Xian finished speaking, he turned around and left. Yan Hanshan walked out of the dark room, and the people in the house gathered at the door, and then looked at those who came from the palace curiously.

"Master, how is it?" A young man stepped forward and asked, "I was frightened when I saw them upstairs." ”

Yan Hanshan stroked his long beard and said, "It's okay, it's just that there are nobles in the palace who paid money to buy my next work." ”

Someone exclaimed, "Master, are you going to go out of the mountain again?" ”

"Hmm." He replied, "Whoever wants to write for the palace with the old man today, just stay." ”

"Master Yan has to ask for a text in the palace, which can make those people from the southern faction look good."

All the scholars and literati applauded, and then turned around and went to the lobby to find good paper and pencils.

Leaving Yan Hanshan in the inner room, he stood with a low gaze, his face was calm, and he was dressed in a white robe, like an immortal. Suddenly, I felt a chill behind my back, and I shivered, but fortunately...... These rare guests from outside didn't come to Chamo Xuan Pavilion.

In the corner behind the screen, the table legs where the leaf play (*gambling objects) are exposed, and around the screen, the horse hangers (*gambling objects) and other things scattered all over the place are even more messy, and the cold mountain wipes a cold sweat. The Wei Dynasty fought against the Xiongnu in the north, the funds were tight, and the people's lives began to be poor, so the Son of Heaven ordered a qiē to be simplified, including the ban on gambling houses, in which the queen mother proposed that the noble carriage be replaced with a mule cart, also in order to save expenses.

If the world knows that this bookish Moxuan Pavilion is not only writing poetry, but also doing this kind of thing secretly, the reputation of everyone here will be ruined.

It's okay, it's okay. Yan Hanshan thought to himself.

He looked at the gloomy clouds outside the window, which concealed the true face of Qingshan, and then remembered what Wang Xian said, and couldn't help but frown even deeper.

Once this has something to do with the palace, it's hard to escape......

And after Wang Xian and the others went out and got into the carriage, he took out a small piece of paper from his chest, which was full of small words. Wang Xian looked at them, and sighed that it was not in vain that he had memorized it for a long time, this Second Miss Shen was really thoughtful, and even the words of persuasion were written.

Back in the palace, Wang Xian told Shen Shuzhao everything one by one, she listened to what she wrote, and then nodded and said: "You did a good job, as for the secrets in this Moxuan Pavilion, there is no need to delve into it." ”

"Yes, Second Miss."

Shen Shuzhao stopped his pen, then put it on the Nanmu gold silk case, and said, "Give this to the Queen Mother." ”

Wang Xian took it, and the words "Lonely Gift to Li Chen" were written on it, and he didn't look at it much, and walked out with a small case down.

After he left, Shen Shuzhao said to the door: "Huizhuang, bring a piano for me." ”

Lu Rong said with a smile on the side: "The slave has never heard the second lady talk about playing the piano, so I have to listen to it today." ”

Shen Shuzhao replied: "It's just a little understanding, I don't dare to talk about how good the fur skills are." ”

The piano was brought, the palace maids placed it for her, and Shen Shuzhao sat down to prepare for tuning. Huizhuang asked on the side: "I didn't know that the second lady could also play the piano before, but now where is the good thing that the young lady wants to play a song?" ”

Shen Shuzhao smiled and said, "It's not a happy event. ”

"Could it be that Miss Fei Er has something to worry about?"

"No," she shook her head, "I'm sorry for one person." ”

"It's a pity?"

Shen Shuzhao plucked the strings and said lightly: "Someone is leaving, so it's a pity." ”

"Going? Is the second lady talking about Master Li? Now everyone in the palace knows that the Queen Mother has been very reluctant recently, and her appetite has become bad. ”

After hearing this, Shen Shuzhao sneered in her heart, it seems that the Queen Mother has already started to make a big noise in secret.

"The people who are going to leave can't be kept, and there's no way to get them back." She said.

After hearing this, Shen Shuzhao sighed and said, "Alas. ”

Everyone here is secretly watching the death of a man who is alive without knowing it.

When the time comes, whether good or evil, life is cut into two parts, one for the human world during the day, and one for the long night of the underworld. The living are singing good plays, and they have written eulogies for those who are about to step into the coffin, and no one lives happily, and who can tell who is more pathetic. For the funeral of others today, who will remember him in the future?

As a concubine, her literacy and playing the piano were only learned after entering the palace, and she couldn't complain that the emperor didn't like her from the beginning. And the person who taught her was Concubine Mei. She remembered that the two of them were in Concubine Mei's palace, in the long court, before the autumn leaves, and she finally learned the first music.

And now, since then, she has never touched the piano again.

Playing only reminds me of sad things in the past, but today, she suddenly wanted to play a song for Li Si.

It's been a long time since she thought about the last day of her previous life, and she remembered that she had come to the end of her life unconsciously. Those people all need her to die, and she, wrong in the first step, can no longer turn back and save her life.

Everyone is looking forward to her death, just like Li Sizhi, and as for the development after death, it will be enough for them to make a big fuss.

Shen Shuzhao didn't know who collected her body in her previous life, where she would be buried at that time, and would anyone she miss? No, I'm afraid she won't even be able to play a song for Li Sizhi now!

She slowly played the piano and fell into her mind, when she suddenly heard a commotion of music in the distance outside the door, looked up and asked, "What's going on outside?" ”

Lu Rong glanced at it, turned around with a smile on her face, and said, "It's the Yongshou Palace that is preparing to hold Lord Li's farewell banquet!" The slave maid saw the women of Keduo Shangle Mansion coming to Changle Palace today, and each one was more beautiful than the other. ”

Shen Shuzhao's strings trembled.

It's finally here.

She had an indescribable love in her heart, and after closing her eyes to calm down her good mood, she placed her hands on the piano seriously, and when she opened her eyes, her eyes were filled with endless sadness.

With a slight movement of the fingers, a qiē is about to begin.