The quaint sound of the piano sounded without warning, dissipating Zhu Yan's cranky thoughts from his mind.

This is the first time that Zhu Yan has listened to someone stroke the piano so closely, and his fingers are slender and dexterous, and they seem to complement each other when pressed on the silk strings. The sound of the piano is clear and far away, and there is a "rustling" sound blown by the wind in the bamboo forest, which is like a heavenly sound under the harmony.

Zhu Yan listened to the two stacks of songs, and he had already grasped the melody of the main song, and couldn't help but whisper, "Hu Chen is guilty of rushing to the pass, and the golden chariot carries Yuyan." The clouds and rain are dissipating at this time, when will the king return? Sad towards hatred and twilight hatred, looking back at thousands of mountains. Looking at the first moon on the horizon, the moth eyebrows are still bent. ”

Her voice is very soft, not like any sound that vibrates the forest and regulates the clouds, but with the elegant sound of the piano, it seems to have a unique beauty.

After three stacks, the sound of the piano gradually subsided, and the bamboo forest seemed to be still swirling with this ethereal melody, which did not disperse for a long time.

"Ah Yan really knows this tune?" Yong Wu turned his head sideways, saw the bamboo leaves falling on her shoulder, reached out and gently pushed it down, looking at her expression, as if she was ready to say something.

"Hmm." Zhu Yan nodded lightly, it's just a tune, maybe it's really just a coincidence, and it is not known, there is no need to deny it.

"Ah Yan, can you read Fang Cai's lyrics again?" Never pressed one hand on the silk strings, the other caressed the small emblem, about the size of a fingernail, glowing with unpredictable pearlescent light—polished from mussel shells.

Zhu Yan bowed slightly, trying to put his mood as desolate as possible, so that he could get into that kind of feeling, "Hu Chen is guilty of Que Chongguan, and Jin Zhen carries Yuyan." The clouds and rain are dissipating at this time, when will the king return? Sad towards hatred and twilight hatred, looking back at thousands of mountains. Looking at the first moon on the horizon, the moth eyebrows are still bent. ”

"Sadness, hatred, twilight, and hatred, looking back at thousands of mountains and mountains...... never repeat softly, "Ah Yan knows, the origin of this song?" ”

Zhu Yan blinked and didn't speak, she knew where she came from. In that year, "Yuyang Mo agitated and came to break the song of the neon clothes and feathers", the Ming Emperor fled in a hurry, and then marched to Maweipo, and the army demanded the execution of Yang Guozhong and his sister Yuhuan. After the Ming Emperor avoided the Shu land, he saw that the "Shu River is blue and the mountains are green", which naturally aroused the "twilight love" with the concubine, so Suo played the flute, and he also made this song.

But now, this history is no longer familiar to her, how can she tell such a story?

“…… It seems that I have heard people say that this is the story of an emperor and his favorite concubine. Zhu Yan secretly pinched his sweat, and only hoped that this would never get to the bottom of it.

"Indeed." Yong Wu raised his handsome eyes and looked slightly into the air covered by bamboo leaves, "The first time I heard this song was from the mouth of a kabuki in the capital. ”

Zhu Yan's eyebrows jumped, but since it was sung by someone in Beijing, it made sense for him to know, right?

"Never know, I lived in the capital with my father when I was a child." Zhu Yan tried her best to pull a smile, and felt that her scalp was numb for a while, but people were so affectionate, she couldn't be "childe" and "childe" anymore, right? Besides, if he claims to be so, he should be his full name.

Yong Wu smiled at her embarrassed tone, "Ah Yan is a big girl now, and there are people who can't get used to it, after all, we haven't seen each other for many years." Pingyuan also said that you seem to have forgotten a lot about the past, and you don't want to remember the lyrics of this song clearly. ”

Zhu Yan lowered his head, his slender fingers played with a narrow bamboo leaf between his fingers, and secretly wondered in his heart, where did this person come from, should he ask Xu Suzhen in a while.

"Ah Yan wants to know the identity of the singer?" Yongwu stretched out his hand to tuck the tassel on the piano, and his eyes evoked some memories, "She played the piano well, and she was dignified and elegant, although I was just a child at the time, I was also deeply attracted by her hidden luxury." As he spoke, he glanced sideways at Zhu Yan.

"Wait a minute, you're a child, how can you ......" Zhu Yan pursed her lips and blinked her eyes to show her puzzlement, although she has always been very open to prostitution, but if she is a child, she shouldn't see this after all, right?

"I met that kabuki in Zhu Sibo's mansion, and at that time, she was already one of Zhu Sibo's concubines." Never Nothing said it very plainly, and didn't seem to pay any attention to this kind of thing.

What Zhu Yan remembered was not that his cheap father had much fun, but that the content of Yuan Xuanqing's "History of Letters" suddenly popped up in his head, and her father Zhu Heng and Zhu Juzhi seemed to be indeed in love with a kabuki, and it was also passed on as a good story for a while! However, the door was not the right one, and when the four borders were uneven at that time, Zhu Heng resigned from the government to engage in business, and this matter gradually faded away......

In this way, this Kabuki who never talks about it is her? Then if you know the lyrics of this song, it's even more nothing, right?

"Ah Yan, I heard Pingyuan say that there is a prince in the capital who once gave you a history book?" It was as if he could see what she was thinking, and he asked about it.

Zhu Yan was slightly stunned, and then nodded obediently, "But the history book only records the events of more than ten years before and after, and it does mention that Daddy once had a crush on a Kabuki, the one he has never seen...... Uh, auntie? ”

"You call her aunt?" Yongwu's hand was slightly wrong, and a small sound rose from the string.

"Since she is her father's concubine, she is naturally an aunt." Zhu Yan innocently flickered, her seniority was miscalculated again? Or is it not called that here?

"Yes." Yongwu quickly regained his calm, and his gentle voice was as clear and distant as the sound of the piano, "I think that in the history books, there is no record of the story of the first king. ”

Zhu Yan moved her calf, she remembered that it was mentioned in the book that after the capital was broken, the king was desperate and jumped from the city tower, not wanting to die but just being disabled. The one who was in charge of the country by subrogation, in order to show his benevolence, named him the king of Fushun, and posthumously crowned his father as the king. Therefore, the first king who never said it should be the father of the king of Fushun, right?

"The first monarch, that is, Fushun today, should not be the monarch of the dead country, and he has to blame his father for being too mediocre and favoring a beauty." never talked about the things of the previous dynasty, and he didn't shy away from it at all, his voice was steady and indifferent, as if he was telling a story that had been in the past for a long time.

However, Zhu Yan still heard a trace of hatred that had faded from his slight pause.

"When the queen passed away for a long time, a young beauty was favored, and she took her wife and family to soar. That man was old and mediocre, and he finally caused chaos in the four realms, so he had to take the beauty and hurriedly flee the imperial capital, not thinking about it......"

Zhu Yan's eyes widened, this is another scene of the Ming Emperor and the concubine, such a coincidence? ! Unconsciously said, "Is it that the Sixth Army does not send and demands the execution of the beauty?" ”

"So to speak." Neverless nodded, but his expression changed slightly.