Mrs. Qin Guo personally cooked and cooked a few side dishes. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoA plate of stir-fried spring shoots, a plate of unknown wild vegetable sprouts, plus a few plates of nice side dishes. Even in the countryside, Mrs. Qin's food is still good, and her standard of living has not dropped much.

In the small hall of the back house, the giant candles are burning and the dishes are fragrant. The small table was full of seven or eight dishes, and it looked rich. Hongdouer invited Yang Yuhuan out for dinner, and Wang Yuan finally saw her and greeted her.

Yang Yuhuan is already dressed as an ordinary concubine, and her face is not as grand as when she was a concubine in the palace before. But in Wang Yuan's opinion, Yang Yuhuan, who swept away Emei's face, was still amazingly beautiful, and looked more beautiful than when he was in the palace, and his eyebrows were also stretched, and there was no longer the faint sadness when he was in the palace.

After the sun went down, the weather in March was still a little cold, and Mrs. Qin ordered her maid to raise a brazier in the hall, and the room soon became warm. She politely invited Wang Yuan to sit down, and personally brought a delicate small wine jar up, and poured a glass of wine for Wang Yuan, Yang Yuhuan and herself.

"It's not as good as the capital, and I don't have anything to entertain you, just these few small dishes. But the wine is a good wine, I brought it out from the capital, this is the butterfly flower brew of the drunken fairy building, the best in the sake of the capital. Fortunately, there was no breakage on the road. Mrs. Qin Guo said softly.

Wang Yuan said with a smile: "Whatever Madame says, the side dishes that Madame personally fried are a handful of leaves, and they must be delicious." Hard work lady. ”

Mrs. Qin Guo was happy in her heart, and sat down to toast Wang Yuan's dishes. Wang Yuan was also in a good mood, eating wine and food felt extremely delicious, and he chatted with Mrs. Qin Guo without a word. Yang Yuhuan quietly ate a small bowl of rice, drank a few mouthfuls of soup and stopped eating.

"Is the concubine full of food? Why only eat so little? Wang Yuan asked with a smile.

Yang Yuhuan frowned and said, "I told you not to call me concubine, why do you use this title again?" I don't want to hear anyone call me that again. ”

Wang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and laughed embarrassedly: "I'm used to shouting, and I can't change my mouth for a while." ”

Mrs. Qin Guo glanced at Wang Yuan and said, "The little sister is no longer a concubine, and you will call her by her name in the future." ”

Wang Yuan drank all the wine in the glass and said with a smile: "It seems a little awkward to call him by his name, and I don't feel comfortable for a while." ”

Yang Yuhuan said: "I'm older than you, you call me sister." ”

Wang Yuan smiled: "Do I have such a blessing? There is such a beautiful and fragrant sister, which is a blessing that has been cultivated for several lifetimes. But then again, you don't look like you're eighteen or nineteen years old, and it's still not possible to call you sister, it's appropriate to call you a sister. Hahaha. ”

Mrs. Qin Guo glanced at him and didn't speak, Yang Yuhuan listened to Wang Yuan's words with the meaning of teasing, his face was slightly red, and he didn't speak.

Wang Yuan secretly scolded himself for pouring too much yellow soup, how could he actually say such a thing, and hurriedly shut up at the moment and plugged his mouth with wine and food.

The house suddenly entered, and the night in the mountains and wilderness was silent all around, and the sporadic chirping of spring insects that were not afraid of the cold could be heard all around. The murmuring sound of the Huanhua Creek in the distance was also faintly heard, adding to the sense of tranquility. There was only the sound of Wang Yuan drinking and eating food in the room, and Mrs. Qin Guo gently poured wine and vegetables for Wang Yuan, and blamed him for talking nonsense with her eyes. The brazier in the room made a plucking sound, and under the steaming heat, Wang Yuan's forehead was a little sweaty.

He ...... What's going on now? Yang Yuhuan broke the awkward atmosphere and suddenly asked softly.

"Who? Your Majesty? Wang Yuan's wine glass stopped in mid-air and asked.

"Naturally, it's him." Yang Yuhuan said softly.

"You don't have to worry about this, Your Majesty is very good, you can eat and sleep, and your body is a little fatter." Wang Yuan said with a smile.

"This ruthless and unrighteous person, little sister, what do you still ask him to do?" Mrs. Qin said.

Yang Yuhuan smiled and said: "Eighth sister, I don't miss him much, in fact, I'm very happy now, and I'm very happy to finally not have to face him." I just think that what happened on Ma Weipo is actually a blow to him, and I'm worried that he won't be able to stand it. After all, he has been thin on me in the past few years. ”

Mrs. Qin Guo sighed: "You heard what Wang Gongzi said, he can eat, sleep and gain weight, and he is just hypocritical to you, but he loves your beauty." ”

Yang Yuhuan said with a smile: "It seems that the eighth sister is less angry than me, I am actually very happy to hear this news." He was ruthless to me, and am I also ruthless to him? It's evened out in two times, and no one owes anyone anything. I won't ask about this person in the future, and the eighth sister can rest assured. ”

Mrs. Qin Guo said: "It's good that you can think so, he is still inquiring about our news, once he knows that you are still alive, I am afraid that he will come to entangle you again." You can't have any ideas for the sake of Wang Gongzi, otherwise Wang Yuan will be guilty of bullying the king. ”

Yang Yuhuan smiled bitterly and said, "Eighth sister, where do you want to go, how can I go back again." I don't know how happy I am now. I used to be like a caged bird in captivity, unable to breathe. Now I feel like I've been given a new lease of life, and I'm never going to live like that again. It's not that you don't know that I don't have a nostalgia for wealth and glory. During this time, I lived next to this Huanhua Creek, got up early to make up by the stream, watched the fish jump in the stream, watched the birds fly through the sky, watched the morning glow, watched the sunset, and listened to the sound of wind and rain, I felt extremely peaceful. Anyway, it's all thanks to Wang Yuan, if it weren't for you, how would I know there would be such a life? ”

Wang Yuan drank a few glasses of wine just now, and he was still slightly drunk. Hearing Yang Yuhuan say this, he was impressed by her. Squinting drunken eyes, he smiled and said: "It turns out that Miss Yuhuan is so literate, what she said just now is like composing a poem, and she has quite a feeling." In time, she will be a poetess by the Huanhua River. ”

Yang Yuhuan smiled and said, "There are indeed a lot of insights. In the past, reading poetry was just words, and it was difficult to understand the meaning. After this period of distraction, I watched the sky and the clouds, listened to the wind and rain, and realized that the previous poems were like thunder. Thinking of the world and the world, I was alone and cried. What a good sentence. There is also the poem of your prince: Raise a glass to eliminate sorrow and sorrow, and draw a knife to cut off the water and the water will flow more. ”

Wang Yuan nodded and smiled: "Miss Yuhuan has a good reputation. I was 'a young man who didn't know the taste of sorrow, and wanted to give new poetry to say sorrow', Chen Ziang really understood the sentence of all things in the world. ”

"The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and wants to give new poetry to say sorrow. Are these two sentences your new work? Sure enough, he is a great talent, and these two sentences are also incisive works. Yang Yuhuan muttered.

Wang Yuan hurriedly shut up again, and inadvertently became a porter again, and it would be better to do less of this kind of thing in the future. After all, the title of a thief is not good, and he doesn't need to rely on these means to gain a foothold in Datang.

"Look, as soon as I talked about these poems and tunes, the little sister immediately began to speak. Erlang talked more about this with his little sister after that, and there were a lot of topics for safekeeping. Mrs. Qin Guo pursed her lips and smiled.

Yang Yuhuan suddenly said: "Eighth sister reminded me, I just laid out a new song, and it just so happens that the Fang family is here, why don't you come and listen to it, how about tasting and commenting?" ”

Wang Yuan stroked his palms and smiled: "That's great, when I came, I heard that my wife said that you were composing a new song, I wanted to ask to hear it, but I was afraid of being abrupt." Since Miss Yuhuan had this intention, I listened to it. ”

Yang Yuhuan got up and smiled: "You wait, I'll go get the pipa." ”

Yang Yuhuan got up and walked into the inner room where the bead curtain hung low, and outside Mrs. Qin Guo leaned into Wang Yuan's ear and whispered: "You can say more good things to make her happy, but don't point fingers at what is wrong, the main thing is to make the little sister happy, do you know?" ”

Wang Yuan squinted at Mrs. Qin Guo with drunken eyes and laughed in a low voice: "If the song is not good, wouldn't it be telling me to lie, I have wronged myself so much, how can you compensate me?" ”

Mrs. Qin Guo was also a little drunk, and said, "Why don't I give it to you?" What more compensation do you need? ”

Wang Yuan stretched out his hand and pinched Mrs. Qin's towering chest, and laughed in a low voice: "You have to serve me well in a while." ”

Mrs. Qin's heart was agitated, she reached out and opened Wang Yuan's hand, and said in a greasy voice: "Don't move your hands and feet, teach the little sister how to see it?" In a word...... Anyway, in a moment, as you want. ”

Wang Yuan smiled, the fire in his heart rose, and his palm poked out, rubbing against Mrs. Qin's elastic back. Hearing the trembling and clanging of the bead curtain, Yang Yuhuan walked out with the pipa, and the two of them hurriedly moved their bodies that were already leaning together half a foot away and sat upright.

"Then, if you don't think I'm noisy, I'll play a song for you now." Yang Yuhuan said with anticipation on his face.

Wang Yuan applauded and smiled: "That's great, I'm tired of Miss Yuhuan." ”

Yang Yuhuan moved his steps slightly, came to the front and sat on the brocade bench, put the pipa upright on his lap, slowly put his left hand on the pipa string above like an orchid, and put the string plucked on his right hand, put on a good posture, and said with a smile: "It's ugly." ”

Wang Yuan calmed down and listened attentively. But seeing Yang Yuhuan's wrist trembling slightly, his fingers gently brushing on the pipa strings, a sound of pearls and jade falling on the plate sounded, which was extremely pleasant. Immediately, the clear voice stopped abruptly, Yang Yuhuan's fingers plucked continuously, and the strings suddenly made a dignified sound, which turned out to be a desolate and tragic sound.

Wang Yuan's face changed color, he thought that the song composed by Yang Yuhuan must be the quiet and ethereal music of spring flowers and autumn moon, but he didn't expect it to be the sound of the vast and majestic, and there was a little color change for a while, and the glass of sake in his hand also trembled slightly.

But listening to the sound of the pipa is as complex as weaving, shocking the ear drums, and it is rapid and excited. There seems to be the sound of swords and swords fighting gold and iron, and it is like flying sand and stones, the sky is dark, ambushed on all sides, and the feeling of being embattled on all sides. The tune is repetitive, the rhythm is dense, and it is nerve-wracking.

Mrs. Qin Guo also looked at Yang Yuhuan dumbfounded, reached out and pulled Wang Yuan's sleeve, and asked Wang Yuan with her eyes if there was something wrong with Yang Yuhuan. Wang Yuan waved his hand lightly and continued to listen attentively. The music of the pipa finally turned from intense and tense to soothing. The song is also euphemistic and clear. The slow music jumped and flowed out from Yang Yuhuan's fingertips, like a garden full of flowers, gurgling water, beautiful mountains and rivers, and a sense of indisputability with the world.

The change of meaning before and after, as if a person who has gone through vicissitudes has finally regained his calm, and the nervous mood has instantly become soft and calm. A smile finally appeared on Mrs. Qin's face.

At this time, Yang Yuhuan slowly raised his head, his eyes were blurred, and he lightly opened his lips and sang:

Flowers are not flowers...... Fog is not fog.

Come in the middle of the night...... Go tomorrow.

How long has it been like a spring dream?

It seems that there is nowhere to find the clouds.

It seems that there is nowhere to go to the clouds!

It seems that there is nowhere to find ...... clouds!

The pipa strings vibrated endlessly, accompanied by Yang Yuhuan's soft voice for a long time, and finally in the murmur that seemed to be nowhere to be found, everything returned to calm.

A cold sweat broke out on Wang Yuanzhi's back, and a layer of goosebumps also appeared on his body, he didn't expect Yang Yuhuan to be able to compose this poem, so contrasting and rendering the sense of indifference and epiphany after experiencing prosperity. This is completely original, and it is much more difficult than the songs of the afterlife that Wang Yuan carried, and it is not much better.

"Bang bang." Wang Yuan applauded solemnly. Mrs. Qin Guo also applauded with a smile.

Yang Yuhuan got up with a red tide on his face and said softly: "I am smiling, I hope I have not insulted the poetry of the prince." I beg your forgiveness for not telling you for using your verses to compose music without the consent of the prince. ”

Wang Yuan shook his head and said, "Is there any insulting verses there?" When the real pearls are combined, they are magnificent. Admire, I really admire. ”

Yang Yuhuan sat down with a smile and said, "Is it really made?" ”

Wang Yuan Zhengse said: "A peerless work." Miss Yuhuan should have understood the poetry of this poem. ”

Yang Yuhuan nodded and said, "I also vaguely understood something after experiencing so many things. This is the poem you wrote to me in Chang'an, and I have been thinking, do you even know that I will be dull today? All the previous things are as unpredictable as a mist of flowers, are they all phantoms? ”

Wang Yuan laughed and said, "Can you and I predict the future?" I don't have that skills. ”