If Yue Qinglan is still alive now, he has only just ushered in his second natal year, and he has only passed twenty-two spring and autumn periods when he died. However, Yue Qinglan has been famous in the West for more than ten years.

He was literate at the age of two, could read poetry at the age of three, and could remember at the age of five. One day when he was less than eight years old, Yue Qinglan was walking by the river with his father Yue Shenyun, and when he saw that a plum tree in front of the pavilion was broken, he couldn't help blurting out: "The incense is in the golden jade pavilion, and the crystal altar is broken." Lonely spring river Zhu, Yingying waits for the cold. Yue Shenyun was pleasantly surprised, but he also doted on this only son and cultivated it carefully. Within a year, Yue Qinglan's talent spread in the city.

When he was nine years old, Yue Qinglan moved to Beijing with his father. A year later, in the middle of summer, Ma Zongying, a scholar of Wenxianguan University, sent out an invitation to gather the young gentlemen under the age of 16 in Xijian City and the beginning of his name in the Tianxin Building by the river. Yue Qinglan, who was ten years old at the time, was the youngest of the invitees.

Ten-year-old Yue Qinglan has beautiful eyebrows and quiet eyes. Sitting by the window of a high-rise building, he looked neither humble nor arrogant in the face of a small partner who was more than a head taller than him. As soon as the demeanor of everyone beyond their age came, it attracted Ma Zongying's attention. After two rounds of ordinary examinations on the battle and the four books, Ma Zongying threw out the real topic -- expressing his views on the theme of "the truth and the truth."

All beings frown, or frown, conceive, or turn their heads to each other. Ma Zongying quietly patrolled, only Yue Qinglan was calm and relaxed, and he didn't ask anyone, as if he had already made a bamboo in his chest. was about to order him, but was preempted by twelve-year-old Jiang Zixin, the grandson of Yinqing Guanglu doctor Jiang Yumin. Jiang Zixin said crisply: "Master Ma." I'll come first: dry round and square, real and hidden. can be imitated and hidden, and do not live in a chaotic state. ”

Ma Zongying looked at the young man in front of him who had a bright eye but had not yet shed his childishness, and said with a smile: "It turned out that Jiang Gongzi came out on top. Well, although it is a little straightforward, it is also neat and atmospheric. It's also rare. ”

As soon as the words fell, a sonorous voice came from the west seat: "Up and down the Quartet, from ancient times to the present, both black and white, but also turbid." If the Qiangang is real, Kunce is empty. The body is harmonious, and the power is determined. ”

Ma Zongying looked at it in surprise, it turned out to be Fan Shuning, the second son of Shaoqing of Taichang Temple, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, born with clear bones and beautiful bones, modest eyebrows and eyes, and a fluttering blue dress, faintly having the style of a Confucian scholar. praised: "Fan Gongzi is young, and he already has a realm in his chest. If you can sharpen it, your future is limitless. Fan Shuning smiled slightly and said, "Uncle Ma won the award, but it was just because he was a few years older than his younger brothers. ”

The rest of the teenagers also looked at Fan Shuning with admiration when they heard Fan Shuning's words, and some even praised and envied them. Only Yue Qinglan remained silent, and the river in front of Jimu Tower didn't seem to care.

Outside the window, the five-colored finch screen hangs down from the dome, hiding the light tide of the flat sun. A river of silver waves surged in the sky. The river bank is long, and the reeds of the slender body and giant feathers are connected into green felt, brushed together, it is a proud east view, and it is a quiet accumulation. Cedar, red knotweed and green peach, each cast their wonderful shadow on this water ting.

Ma Zongying saw Yue Qinglan looking at Jiang Tian in a trance, and asked with interest, "Little Master Yue, do you have something to say?" ”

Yue Qinglan retracted his gaze, glanced at Fan Shuning, and said, "Although Brother Fan's words seem reasonable, they are actually all clichés and have no interest. ”

"Haha, what do you have to say?"

Yue Qinglan said: "If the clear sand is about to pass, the magnificent picture of the night will be lost, and the glory of hundreds of millions of flowers will be cast into the bottomless pot." ”

Ma Zongying was stunned when he heard this, and a sense of uneasiness crawled through his heart like a vine: This son is so young, but he makes such impermanent words. I'm afraid it's ...... I'm afraid it's ......

After the gathering of Tianxin Tower, Yue Qinglan became a topic of conversation among celebrities in the capital after dinner. When Yongrui heard about it, he personally summoned the palace to ask questions, and he also favored it. After that, he summoned Yue Qinglan into the palace from time to time to accompany the prince and princess to study. He did not enter the palace until he was fourteen years old. Yue Qinglan was a talent at the age of twelve, and at the age of sixteen, he was promoted and became famous all over the world. I was preparing to take the exam, but I didn't want a serious illness to hit me, and I almost lost half my life. I had no choice but to put down the scriptures and recuperate at home.

In the blink of an eye, it is the Chung Yeung Festival. It was raining lightly, and Yue Qinglan, who was reading a book in the study, saw the chrysanthemums in the garden swaying in the wind through the ice cracked window, and his heart was moved, so he wrote a poem and put it on the desk. When my mother-in-law entered the house, she saw it, picked it up and read it, but saw that it was written on the paper:

Heavy Yangyang to the age of the year, endowed with poems, poems and poems are difficult to compose, climb high, high language, homesickness, homesickness, unsolved flowers, flowers, things, multiplicity, jade garden, fragrant incense, car car passed, often frequent words of joy, joy and joy, the window in front of the scattered rain and rain, such as silk, clear dreams, who everyone knows me, I am stupid, wandering, wandering, Jizhou, Baibailulu, early in the autumn, the autumn wind has passed through the garden, the leaves of the garden forest are dyed golden, golden, yellow chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum is dyed by frost and frost, you are especially fresh and new, especially arrogant, arrogant, Ling, Hanhan, smiling, sad, sorrowful, but taking advantage of tonight, the wine is thick, often speaking, little to meet, meet the road, sell together, worry, sorrow, comfort, peace, life, rest and rest

The mother-in-law didn't know what to do, so she asked her son. Yue Qinglan chanted: "Chongyang to the age, Chongyang to the age of poetry." It is difficult to write poems and homesickness. Homesickness is not solved by flowers, and flowers are not solved by jade garden. Yuyuan incense cars have been frequent, and incense cars have been happy in the past. Words are happy, the meaning is gratifying, and the rain is scattered in front of the window. The rain in front of the window is like silk, like a silk dream, who knows. Who knows I'm stupid? I'm wandering, wandering in the imperial state. Dizhou white dew early, white dew early autumn. In the autumn wind, through the garden, the wind through the garden leaves dyed gold. The leaves are dyed golden and yellow by frost, and yellow ju is especially clear by frost. The air is especially fresh and proud, and the new posture is especially arrogant and Ling Han smiled. Ling Han smiled, worried, sad but took advantage of tonight. But while the wine is strong tonight, the wine is strong, and there are often few words. It is often said that there is little to meet on the road, and when we meet on the road, we will sell our sorrows, and we will comfort our lives, and we will rest and rest our lives. ”

The mother-in-law sighed to herself. Qinglan was helplessly sick and weak, and only hoped to recover as soon as possible, so he said: "The most important thing for you now is to take care of your body." I'll put aside the rest of my thoughts. After that, he often persuaded Yue Shenyun in his ear. Yue Shenyun also knew that his son was weak, which made his heart fade a lot.

Since then, Yue Qinglan has been quite depressed, so he has been going back and forth with the princes of the capital to go to the wine shops and flowers, or to play with the literati and rhyme for pen and ink games, so as to relieve the floating life. This time it is also a frequent good text, and as soon as it comes out, Luoyang paper is expensive, and it is recited one after another.

*****

The night is misty and poetic, and the fragrance of orchids lingers in the spring garden, suddenly thick, suddenly faint, disturbing Yingxian's mood. She stared at Xiao Ningzi and asked, "You said that the horse often came to the palace when he was young, so he also met with you and me?" ”

Xiao Ningzi laughed and said, "Of course." We were all young and naughty. I remember the colt liked to call you a string girl. ”

"Oh? What does the colt look like? ”

"Before the age of fourteen, I had the impression that I was white and handsome, and then I became a concubine, which is more and more ...... More and more outstanding. When the girls of Xijian City saw him, there was no one who did not lose their souls. ”

Yingxian sighed: "It's really a jealous talent." A good boy appeared in a trance in front of him. The clothes are fluttering, the posture is elegant, the flowers are smiling, and the complexion is like a mountain after a rain.......

The next day is Qingming. Early in the morning, it rained heavily. Yingxian's illness seems to have been prompted by this cold again. There was a dull pain in his forehead as if someone had broken it with tweezers. After drinking the medicine, I lay on the bed in a daze, listening to the sound of rain falling plantains outside the window, answering, answering, answering, and feeling sad for a while. Qingyan came to serve a few times, and said several times that she wanted to invite the imperial doctor again, but she was stopped by Yingxian. The rain continued until evening.

At that time, Situ Su finally returned to the princess's mansion. Stand up and walk straight into Yingxian's bedroom. Yingxian saw that her face was tired and gloomy, and was about to get up to give a salute, but Situ Su hurriedly pressed her down and asked about Yingxian's illness. Yingxian replied, "Yesterday was already much better. I blamed myself for being too impatient and rode out. I didn't expect that my illness would get worse today. Situ Su said angrily: "Why did you become so playful?" ”

"The weather was so good yesterday......"

"I'll go back to the palace to see your sister this time. Say you're sick and can't come this time. She asked me to tell you not to worry about anything. Your father's and mother's rituals, she has all taken care of them. You can take care of your illness. ”

Yingxian asked, "Where are my parents buried?" Is it in Xijian? ”

"Your father and mother died in Pingxu back then, and the body is missing. Alas, probably...... It was probably ruined by Geng Jun. Besides, Pingxu is now the territory of Geng, and it is even more difficult to recover the bones of your parents. Today, there is only one mound in Xijian. Your sister has gone to worship today. ”

Yingxian let out an "oh", stunned. I was going to ask Situ Su about what he had seen when he returned to the palace, but he also stopped talking for a while. Situ Su stood up from the side of the bed and said, "I still have something to do, you can rest by yourself." Go to bed early, don't have to look for me tonight. "Let's get out of the house.

Yingxian listened to Yue Qinglan's story last night, and she was always excited. I wanted to ask Situ Su in person to understand, and I wanted to comfort Situ Su, but I didn't know where to speak. She looked at Situ Su's back when she opened the curtain and came out, and thought: The second princess can't see any grievances today, but she is really a strong woman.

Unconsciously jerked his legs, but "ding-bell" kicked something down. Leaning over, it was a clear and bright jade bracelet, the texture was crystal clear like glass, and the light flowed silently on the ground. The material was dropped by Situ Su just now. Yingxian struggled to get out of bed, picked up the bracelet, and wanted to chase after Situ Su to send it to her.

When he went out, Situ Su was no longer in the courtyard. Yingxian walked out of the courtyard quickly. Suddenly, the jade shadow in front of him was about to call out, but he found that Situ Su was not walking towards his bedroom, but walking towards Yunyin Garden through the path. The strings are very strange. It's already so late, why did the second princess go to the back mountain again?

Ying Xian followed, and when he arrived at Yunyin Garden, he finally found that the destination of the second princess was the Phantom Time Palace.

Under the heavy curtain, Qiu Suo sat down in meditation covered with clear frost. The mountain opened and closed again. The white soul turned into a small dot and disappeared from sight like a ghost. The silence is as ancient as the ancient. It's just that a bent eyebrow hook in the sky, the grass and trees under the moon, and the night breeze like water make her feel that she is still in the time and space where she should be in a narrow line of consciousness.

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