At dawn, Shuqian got up early, packed her luggage, and prepared to leave. But the moment she opened the door, the first thing she saw was Taigong. Taigong waited outside Shuqian's door very early, waiting for her to walk out of the door. Shuqian was very surprised and said, "Grandpa," and at the same time, this was something she didn't expect.

"Qian'er, where are you going?"

"I, I," Shuqian didn't know what to say in front of her father-in-law, maybe the father-in-law who eloped with Shaobai this time already knew. Just last night, Taigong ordered Qi Gou to bring Shuqian's personal maid Luxiu to Taigong's room for questioning. The prince sat on the Taishi's chair very calmly and said, "Why did the young lady come back so late?" ”

"Master, the young lady didn't say anything when she came back, the slave didn't ask anything, the slave didn't know," Lu Xiu knelt on the ground and looked at the fairness in front of him.

"As a personal maid beside the young lady, but you don't know the whereabouts of the young lady, this is your dereliction of duty," then shouted to the left and right: "Come on, drag this guy out with a heavy rod of 100 and punish her severely," a heavy rod of 50 can cost her half a life, let alone a heavy rod of 100. The maid looked at the wooden staff erected in the hands of the slaves on the left and right, and was so frightened that she only trembled, and was afraid, and exclaimed urgently: "Master, the slave said, the slave said." ”

"Say, bring this from the truth, if you deceive the old man, you will die on the spot," Taigong's words were majestic and stern, fierce and fierce, and there was a murderous aura in his eyes, which made people feel afraid.

"Miss, this is going to run away from home," the maid knelt on the ground and didn't dare to look directly at the princess sitting on the Taishi's chair, her legs only trembled, and she couldn't even speak so neatly.

"With whom?"

"Drama Qiu Shaobai."

"When? Where to meet? ”

"In the morning, meet in Wangjiang Pavilion" The maid Luxiu couldn't stand the temptation of Taigong's torture to extract a confession, so she recruited it all, and then forcibly ordered Luxiu to write a letter to Shaobai in the name of the young lady, meet in the Huan Raft Pavilion, and ask Luxiu to send it in person.

At this time, the Taigong cried, he was so heartbroken, and said with tears in his eyes: "Since the day you entered He Yuan, the old man has loved you very much, spoiled you, and treated you as his own granddaughter, presumably you have grown up, and you should also let the old man worry, rarely ask about your affairs, I didn't expect you to be so unreassuring, the old man, the old man's heart is broken, "The Taigong has worked a lot for this family, and at the same time he has aged a lot, even his hair and beard are white, and now the Taigong is more than eighty years old." Shuqian looked at the old face of the princess, and her heart ached! knelt down and said, "Grandpa, nieces and granddaughters are not filial." ”

The princess called an old woman and said, "Mama Rong, bring the young lady into the room and don't allow her to go out for half a step." ”

"Grandpa."

The old woman Mama Rong brought Shuqian into the room, and then the princess turned around and left, changed into his clothes and went to Wangjiang Tower to make an appointment, and sat on the pavilion waiting for Shaobai to come. Early in the morning, Shaobai received a letter from Shuqian, and the person who sent the letter was the personal maid Luxiu, and the letter was a raft pavilion meeting in Wangjiang Garden. Shaobai was overjoyed and was about to run out, maybe he was about to leave this place, he was reluctant, looked at his father's room, looked back, and thought, born as a son of man, or go to ask his father for a goodbye, this is also a kind of filial piety, filial piety for a son of man is a matter of course, and it is also another way to say goodbye.

Qiu Hongru was sitting on the bed meditating, his demeanor was very peaceful, he heard a knock on the door, and then said, "Come in." ”

Shaobai pushed open his father's door, looked at his father, and saluted, "Father." ”

Qiu Hongru opened his eyes, looked at his outfit, and said, "Shaobai, you are going out." ”

"Yes, father," Shaobai replied to his stern father very dryly.

"Okay, you go," I thought that his father would stop him with stern words, and he kept doubting when he spoke, but he didn't expect that his father would agree, and it was so simple. Shaobai stood up in some surprise and said, "Father, the child is leaving, you have to take good care of yourself," Shaobai's voice trembled a little when he said this, and his eyes were about to fall with tears, so he simply relented and shook his head and walked out. Qiu Hongru got up and got out of bed, walked quickly to the gate, looked at Shaobai's distant back, a little helpless, sighed, and said, "Alas! Adversity, adversity, there are some things that can only be withstood by him, can he grow and mature, and can he take responsibility. ”

Shaobai ran out, stood on the side of the road, and saw that there were many rickshaws under the city wall, so he stepped forward and said, "Uncle." ”

Sitting in front of the rickshaw was an old man, smoking a dry cigarette and looking at the pedestrians on the road. At this time, he heard a person next to him calling him, looking up and saying, "Young man, where are you going?" ”

"To Wangjiang Garden."

The old man shook the cigarette pot to the soles of his feet, shook off the cigarette ash, put the cigarette stick in his waist, and stood up: "Get in the car." ”

Shaobai got on the rickshaw, and the old man lifted the handlebar with both hands, pulled the rickshaw and ran through the alleys and streets, and arrived outside Wangjiang Garden. Shaobai paid after getting out of the car, thinking that he was about to see Shuqian, he was particularly happy, walked into the Huanwan Pavilion, and climbed the attic with his brisk pace, but what he never expected was that it was not Shuqian who was waiting for him here, but Taigong, a sense of loss, which cannot be expressed in words.

Shaobai stepped forward and stood behind Taigong and said, "Taigong." ”

"You are Qiu Shaobai, sit down."

"Little don't dare," Shaobai was a little scared at this time, maybe Taigong came to Xingshi to ask about the guilt this time, so he was afraid in his heart, so he stood and listened to the training.

"Sit down, don't be limited to etiquette," today Taigong looked very kind, like an amiable old man, and said: "Sit down, you and I will talk casually today." ”

Taigong repeatedly invited him to sit with Shaobai, and Shaobai had nothing to refuse, so he sat down and said, "Thank you." ”

"There is frost at night in the water country, and the moon is cold and the mountains are blue.

Who says a thousand miles from now on? It is like a long time away from dreams. ”

After Shaobai sat down, Taigong looked sideways at the autumn water of the river, and then groaned.

Shaobai smiled: "Taigong is so poetic. ”

"Do you know whose poem this is?" Taigong looked at Shaobai Dao in front of him.

"Little ones don't know."

"This is the poetry of the Tang Dynasty poetess Xue Tao, this woman is a prostitute in Chengdu, a native of Chang'an, Jingzhao, although she is a prostitute whose talent is comparable to Zhuo Wenjun, and many literati have dealings, such as Bai Juyi, Zhang Ji, Liu Yuxi, Du Mu, Zhang Hu and other literary giants, and Wei Gao, Yuan Zhi had a history of love, in his later years, he lived in Huanhuaxi, lonely, so desolate, and then moved to Biji Fang, built a poetry building to spend the rest of his life, "Taigong looked at this poetry building and felt compassion.

"The little one understands," Shaobai at this time seemed to understand what Taigong meant, and said inadvertently.

"What do you understand?" Taigong's eyes looked at the young white eyes, and there was a feeling of contempt. We all know that Shaobai is in the eyes of Taigong, he is simply an inconspicuous play, a lowly actor. Taigong's son He Jiehao married a Qinglou woman and went home, and he already regretted it, but what about Shuqian today, Taigong treats her as his own granddaughter, how could he marry her to a lowly actor? But a sense of sympathy can be seen in the eyes of the prince.

"What do you like about Qian'er?"

For Taigong's question, Shaobai saw a kind of hope, felt that there was room for detours, raised his head suddenly, and replied: "I like her empathetic, I am willing to protect her for him desperately, love her like my own body, and give her a life she wants," Maybe Shaobai loves Shuqian too much, and is eager to express his deep love for Shuqian in front of Taigong, so as to win Taigong's sympathy.

"What can you give her in your current status? Identity or status, glory and wealth or fame and fortune. ”

"I, I," Shaobai didn't know how to answer in the face of Taigong's question, and in the face of such an embarrassing scene, he could only calm down, listen to what Taigong said?

"If you really love Qian'er, you should put yourself in her shoes and think about it, Qian'er's father died heroically for the imperial court to stabilize the northwest war situation, and was posthumously named a general, her uncle is the governor of Jianghuai, his identity, his family is so noble, how illustrious, if he marries an actor, how will the world comment, in the face of the world's criticism and contempt, is she worthy of this illustrious family and her dead father?"

"Taigong, the little one understands, thank you Taigong for such a sincere invitation, and said a meaningful word, which made people suddenly open," Shaobai looked up sideways, his sadness was difficult to hide, and he wanted to cry, and said: "My status is humble and difficult to get into the elegant hall, and it is just my wishful thinking to say that I like Shuqian," and then stood up, bowed and said: "Taigong is on the top, please accept the late birth here," and then withdrew.

Shuqian sat alone in the boudoir, she knew that she was sorry for the princess who loved her, loved her, and treated her like a granddaughter, and sorry for Qiu Shaobai, who loved her deeply, and it was better to die in the face of such a dilemma. Sitting on the bed with tears in his eyes, crying like a tearful person, looking at the beam, a white silk was put up, a small stool was moved, his feet stepped on the stool, his legs kicked, and the beam committed suicide.