Chapter 11: Half Silver Frost
"Since Your Excellency is already here, why don't you come in and talk to you next."
The sound of the piano was extinguished, Murong Shu's consciousness was suddenly pulled back, and he gently pushed the carved wooden door open with a little surprise, and was greeted by a young man in plain clothes: a blood-colored wide robe that was not stained with fine dust set off the emaciation of his body; For example, the waterfall ink hair is only tied with a loose knot with a ribbon at the end of the hair, which looks elegant; Thin strands of hair spread out under the forehead and temples, but they don't feel messy; A finely engraved silver mask covers half of the face. There is no pendant on the body, and there is a bit of elegance in the elegance, and there is a bit of coldness that cannot be ignored.
The man looked at Murong Shu, smiled and bowed.
Murong Shu also politely returned the salute: "When I passed by here, I suddenly heard the melodious sound of the piano, and I walked here unconsciously, disturbing my son, and I hope to forgive my sins." β
The man said, "It is a great honor for your Excellency to have your humble music appreciated. If you don't dislike the cold and broken grass house, the house has a warm pot of light wine, and there is a lack of a drinker. β
Murong Shu originally thought that this should be a cold and indifferent character, but now seeing him so polite, he was naturally happy in his heart, and said, "Then it will be bothered." β
"Pleaseβ"
The two sat opposite each other in front of the low table next to the stacked jade broken jade screen, and the man took the freshly warmed wine and poured it into the wine bottle, "This is the plum blossom brew that I once got when I was visiting Yaozhou City, taking the white plum with buds, and the red plum as the brew, with the water of the Yaozhou spring and the snow cellar of the pine tip of the morning morning, mixed with the wine of Yuqiong Mountain, and now it has been brewed for three years." Although this wine is not strong, the fragrance of plum blossoms is enough to intoxicate. β
Murong Shu picked up the wine bottle, watched the translucent liquid in it rise to steam, and just smelled the wine, he already felt that he was in the middle of the plum snow, and couldn't help sighing: "I often say that I have already drunk all the best wine in the world, just because I haven't met my son yet." β
The man smiled and said, "Don't dare to be, Your Excellency has praised it." β
"Childe is really humble," he raised his sleeves, "do it first for respect." β
The man also raised his bottle to each other and drank it all. The two put down the wine bottle, looked at each other and smiled.
The man refilled the wine bottle in front of Murong Shu and asked, "Your Excellency thinks it's a friend of Master Steller, I've lived here for two years, and no guest has ever been able to enter this garden." β
Murong Shu looked at the slowly rising wine surface and laughed dryly: "Sort of." But I've always been naughty, and Da Sile has been annoying me for a long time. "He can't tell this wonderful man that he is a hard guest that Old Man Stennis has never stopped.
The man stroked a strand of hair that hung down and covered his eyes, shook his head lightly, and said, "Your Excellency is joking, I haven't seen who Master Seller really annoyed. I often hear him talk about the current King of Rui......"
Murong Shu asked cautiously with a little weakness: "Yes, what did Da Si Le say about this King Rui?" β
The man took a sip of wine and turned serious, "My lord said, this highness has been fond of entwining in this music house since he was a child, breaking his flowers, and digging his grass; Broke his scorched tail and shattered his pottery; let go of his beloved thrush and broke the pure bottle of the royal gift; Because the swing crushed the branches of the hundred-year-old nanmu, and the adult's beard and silk were tied together during the adult's lunch break......"
Murong Shu twitched the corners of his mouth, "......"
The man smiled again: "My lord said, although your highness is playful, you are very talented in music theory. Your Highness. β
Murong was stunned for a moment, "It turns out that Gongzi already knows." β
The man got up and left the table, and gave a deep bow: "His Royal Highness King Rui." β
Murong Shu drank a bottle of wine and said with a wry smile: "This king, the prince, deserves to be a real man, and he can't afford such a big gift as Bai Gongzi." After speaking, he poured himself a full wine, "This king is really rude this time, if you provoke Bai Gongzi to dislike it, this king will leave immediately." β
Bai Xiying smiled lightly and sat down opposite Murong Shu again, "Why did Your Highness say this, I was originally asking His Highness to eat and drink, even if it was rude, it should be rude." β
Murong Shu wanted to get up, but when he heard this, he decided to stay again. He looked at Bai Xiying's indifferent half of his face, as if he was smiling, under that mask must be a stunning face, and there must be an untouchable wound. For some reason, this person actually gave him a sense of intimacy, as if he was an old acquaintance, and in front of this person, it seemed that those heavy masks and disguises on weekdays could be removed.
Murong Shu smiled miserably: "I was born in the royal family, the prince of the king, and I have fine clothes and food. Everyone in the world says that I am amorous, eating and waiting for death, but I can have an emperor brother who treats me as his own. But my brother had set himself on fire six years earlier for the crime of treason, and my mother had died of illness, leaving me alone in this world. What about my so-called good royal brother? He always felt that I had the same rebellion as my brother, and I don't know how many times he said behind me, 'His heart can be punished', if there is a punishment for the heart in this dynasty, then the person who tried the sentence must be me. I often come to this palace, but only because in this prison-like palace, only Master Si Le will patiently talk to me, smile helplessly at me, and never lie to me. β
Bai Xiying stroked the carved pattern of the beast on the wine bottle, and lightly hooked his thin lips: "Has Your Highness ever thought that this may be a kind of compensation?" β
Compensate? Murong Shu looked at this young man, a smile on the corner of his lips, an unfathomable deep pool in his eyes, what kind of demeanor was under the mask of the other half of this person.
"Childe, what do you mean?"
"Your Highness has been in this palace since he was a child, and this kind of relationship, His Highness should know better than in Xia."
Murong Shu frowned slightly, "Childe has good means, but my Murong Yi clan can't take an outsider's turn to provoke." After speaking, the tone became more and more intense, "This Wang Yuan was a gentleman and wanted to be friends, so he said these words to you, I never thought that you were a villain who had power in his heart and scheming in his sleeve!" β
The white shadow was not annoyed, and there was still a thin smile on the corner of his lips, "Whether it is a villain or a gentleman, His Highness is so angry, but it is because His Highness has thought about it like this, hasn't it?" β
Murong Shu's shallow pupils shrank, his eyes were rolling, and with a wave of his sleeves, he flipped the wine vessel to the ground, and after staring at Bai Xiying for a while, he slammed the door and left.
Murong Shu stood in the courtyard, staring at the hand that slammed the door just now, clenching it fiercely. Really, I hate this feeling of being stripped of my mind.
At that time, the sound of the man's plucking of the strings was heard. The low place is like a stream and a spring, the high place is like a phoenix screaming, and it is like a thousand birds gathering and chanting; Suddenly, the mirror is broken, the shadow is scattered, and the moon is broken; The wind blows down the sorrow, the rain falls a little sad, the snow melts into a thick sorrow, and the seven strings break the intestines......
Murong closed his eyes, and his eyes were full of a blood-red firelight, burning his eyes. He never dared to forget, the hellfire burned his heart, the pain of eating bones, every night in the middle of the night, he was haunted by nightmares, the figure that smiled at him in the red lotus karmic fire, but there were so many unwillingness in his eyes. In fact, he is also very unwilling.
The jade hand was stunned, and the sound of the piano was overwhelming. In the room where the light was not yet bright, Bai Xiying showed a cunning smile like a fox, and instantly showed a faint sense of bitterness, "Kunwu, you say, am I too bad?" β
A young man in a dark blue suit came out of the dark shadow behind the white shadow and saluted him respectfully, "Childe is serious. β
Bai Xiying looked at the plum blossom brew spilled on the ground, and said regretfully: "A few years ago, when I saw him, he still pulled my robe and didn't let me go, but now, he doesn't recognize me at all." β
Kun Wu looked at the sad Childe, and didn't know what to take for a while, so he changed the topic and asked, "Why didn't Childe directly tell King Narui about the events of the year, wouldn't it be more appropriate?" β
Bai Xiying looked at a window screen on the side of the house, and said slowly: "Sometimes, it is more painful and convincing to let a person go through many obstacles to find a bloody dagger than for him to see the truth!" β