The fine and dense spring rain sprinkled on the pavilions and pavilions of the Guozijian, and in the plain courtyard in the back, the peach blossoms bloomed overnight, and the originally bare peach blossom forest bloomed arbitrarily, as if a rouge cloud had fallen in the misty and rainy Guozijian.

In the teahouse next to the peach blossom forest, the teapot on the small stove made a 'poof' soft sound, and Song Yu, who was dressed in a robe, stood under the eaves with a folding fan in his hand, looking at the peach blossom forest in front of him for a long time without coming back to his senses.

Faintly, there seems to be a cardamom-aged woman wandering among the peach blossoms of a thousand trees, looking carefully, but only the peach blossom forest is left in front of her......

Stomp –

In the rustle of the rain, the sound of small footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

Liu Yunlin, who was carrying two baskets of rice paper, came to the peach forest with a hat in a lily robe, put the bamboo basket next to the bookcase, bowed, and then walked into the teahouse.

Song Yu came back to his senses, put away the folding fan, walked to the futon in the teahouse and sat down, sighed softly, with a little sadness between his eyebrows.

Liu Yunlin sat down opposite the small case, sat humblely, pondered for a while, and said softly:

"Lord Wang, I don't want to stop it, at that time, Taiwei Liu and others repeatedly begged the Holy Order to let Xu Shizi not play. But the saint didn't know what to think, so he didn't stop him......"

Song Yu brewed tea slowly, and his voice was flat: "The imperial brother values literature over martial arts, and the weight of Liu Pingyang, Han Zhongyu and others is not heavy. Moreover, at that time, the imperial brother had lost face, and he needed someone to get his face back, except for Xu Buling, no one else could do it...... Moreover, there is no cure for the lock dragon Gu, Xu Buling will die sooner or later, and die in front of the Taiji Palace, and the imperial brother can also explain to King Su that Xu Buling died for the country, so as not to die for no reason and make King Su dissatisfied......"

Liu Yunlin nodded, recalling the scenes that happened outside the Taiji Palace: "Based on what I saw that day, Xu Shizi didn't care about sacrificing his life, Gonggong Jia might not be able to stop him, and the prince's eyesight was really vicious......"

"Xu Buling is the pride of the sky. King Su threw him to the border army to sharpen, originally with the meaning of establishing prestige, eating and living with the soldiers, and making great achievements, and when he was crowned the king, he could control the Liangzhou Iron Cavalry with one heart...... I thought he had a tyrannical personality, but I didn't expect it to be so hot, just for the sake of a breath, he dared to put his life into it, it's really ...... Alas......"

Song Yu put the teacup on the small case, a little disappointed.

Liu Yunlin frowned and thought for a while: "I didn't expect Xu Buling to be so reckless, it stands to reason that he even dared to break into the palace and the case library, he shouldn't be so stupid and loyal......"

Song Yu shook his head lightly: "This is not foolishness, you should not give an inch in the Jiangmen, Xu Jianian and Northern Qi are constantly rubbing, if General Xu and Xu You are present, the result will be the same......"

Liu Yunlin was silent for a moment, his face showed a little sadness: "But Xu Shizi was hit by the Lock Dragon Gu, and there was only one chance to sacrifice his life, this time he beat himself into a waste, although the imperial doctor said that he would not die if he was not hindered for the time being, but it was obviously impossible to use force again, the prince's plan ...... Isn't that the same as losing a knife......"

Song Yu took a breath, turned his head to look at the peach blossoms in the garden, and was silent for a long time before he said in a low voice:

"Xu Buling is a favored person of the Heavenly Dao, it is impossible to become a wasted person, slow down a little, and see how his injuries recover......"

"If you don't make it, it's really useless......"

“…… Those who achieve great things do not care about temporary gains and losses......"

"No......"

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In the imperial city, in the palace of Lizheng, thousands of paper trees have already withered, and thousands of peach blossoms bloom on the branches.

Because of Jia Yi's death, the Lizheng Hall was cleaned by palace people, and the corners and corners were still clean and tidy, but not as tidy as before.

The peach blossoms only bloom for half a month, and the end of February is the most beautiful time.

In the early morning, the morning dynasty had just dispersed, Song Ji slowly came to the former residence of Empress Cui in a dragon robe, sat down on the recliner in the pavilion, looked at the sea of flowers in the courtyard, and picked up the jade flute at hand.

Woo woo –

The sound of the flute is bleak and desolate, like crying, like a complaint, if illusory, it is the "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" that has been handed down since ancient times.

No one is perfect, Song Ji's mental strength is put on government affairs, since he was a child, he is not talented enough for elegant things such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, this song can only be said to be practice makes perfect, the craftsmanship is very heavy, there is a shape but no meaning, but it is played very seriously.

Father-in-law Jia stood outside the stone pavilion with an oil-paper umbrella, looked at the empty couch, shook his head with some embarrassment, and waited patiently for the end of the song before he spoke:

"Holy Lord, the past is over, and you shouldn't always hang on to your heart."

Song Ji's face was pale, and he just glanced at the small couch where there used to be Yiren:

"Back then, Xiaowan was very disgusted with me, and always said that I couldn't compose poems or play music, just like the old master in the school...... After so many years, I finally learned the tune, if Xiaowan was still there, I should be able to praise it......"

Father-in-law Jia walked into the pavilion and stood behind Song Ji, thought about it, and sighed with a little sigh on his face full of wrinkles:

"If the queen is still here, for sure."

"Heh......"

Song Ji put down the jade flute, swept aside the sentimentality that was already not much, leaned back on the recliner and thought for a while:

"How is Xu Buling's injury?"

Father-in-law Jia shook his head and sighed: "The lock dragon Gu has been suppressed for a year, and the cold poison has accumulated too much in the body...... His life will be fine for a while, but he is only hanging on his life, not to mention using force, he can stand up and walk two steps, all of which are different from ordinary people, and if he is an ordinary person, I am afraid he will not even be able to move his fingers. ”

Song Ji tapped his fingers on the armrest of the recliner and sighed softly: "Xu Buling, this baby is quite ruthless as the old general Xu back then, if it is placed in front of Jiazi, it is also a rare general in a century...... It's a pity ......."

Gonggong Jia hesitated, stepped forward and said softly: "With Xu Shizi's current body and bones, I'm afraid I can't go to Guozijian to study, King Su just summoned me to ask about the injury, and I also have the intention of taking Xu Shizi back to Suzhou to recuperate......"

Song Ji looked at the peach blossoms and drizzle in the garden, and was silent for a while:

"Suzhou is nearly a thousand miles away from Chang'an, and I am injured after a long journey, and the thief who committed the assassination has not yet been found, and I am not at ease...... Let Xu Buling recuperate in the capital, Ji people have their own natural appearance, maybe their bodies will get better, and they will be more stable when they go back......"

Gonggong Jia nodded and bowed slightly: "No, the old slave will write a letter to King Su and reply to the king......"

The spring rain continues, but the peach blossoms are still the same.

The quiet sound of the flute sounded again, and the flower branches swayed gently as the raindrops fell.

It is clear that the garden is full of spring, but at this moment, only the loneliness of the emperor remains......