Saaler didn't answer, and just let Shi Qingqian wipe the blood off his back. He couldn't see or touch those positions, so he thought that he would wipe them clean and take a bronze mirror to place in front of him, but he couldn't even exert force after his body was twisted. Now that Shi Qingqian has only cleaned up the wound, it seems much easier.

There were also Yunnan Baiyao and bandages he had groped out on the case, Shi Qingqian only picked up the small medicine bottle after wiping the blood, Si Le could see her serious look from the bronze mirror, and he could feel the touch of the woman's fingers gently applying the medicine on his back.

After a few moments, the wound had been properly treated, and Shi Qingqian threw the rest of the gauze back into the tray on top of the warped case, and then raised his chin to him.

Si Le hurriedly changed into clean and refreshing clothes, turned his head and came back to look at the mess on the ground, scattered clothes, hideous blood, he just wanted to clean up, but saw Shi Qingqian looking at the things on the ground indifferently.

"Thank you Princess Yan for your help," he gritted his teeth, walked over calmly, and blessed Shi Qingqian a little, "I don't know what happened to Princess Yan's sudden visit?" ”

Shi Qing looked at the person opposite a few times, a pair of black and white eyes reflected the flickering candle flame, and after a long time, he came back to his senses, groped out the note from his body that he didn't know who stuffed it, and handed it to Si Leren: "Master Si, this letter is written by you?" ”

Si Le took the note, looked at it carefully, and then shook his head: "It's not written by the minister, the minister has been preparing to celebrate the birthday of the princess today, and he has never asked the princess out." ”

The man in front of him was pale, but he was only wearing a white dress, his black hair fell on his shoulders like a waterfall, and he had an inexplicable sense of drifting, which made people feel like a reflection in the water. Shi Qingqian looked at him deeply, then turned his head slightly, and said, "Whew...... Well, since it's not your book, that's it. ”

Having said that, the doubts in my heart have not diminished in the slightest.

Shi Qingqian got up, his eyes looked back and forth in the room, only to find that this room was where the Slemen lived on weekdays, and there were almost all kinds of beds and tables.

Not all musicians have their own room to live in, and the musician is in charge here, so a room is arranged for him. On weekdays, the Si Le people just go back to live when they are really idle, and if they encounter any feasts and drinks, they will always stay in the palace.

Her eyes were attracted by the wood carving on the table, and when Si Le saw this, he smiled lightly and introduced: "When the minister was in Cangli, there was a carving master, whose craftsmanship was exquisite, and the minister will only learn some fur." ”

Shi Qingqian didn't pay attention to him, but walked over and picked up a wooden doll placed on the table, with a smile on his eyebrows, extremely exquisite, as if he had life, and he couldn't help but admire it in his heart: "You carved very well, I only know that Master Si is proficient in music and painting, and you are a must in the world, but I didn't expect that even the skill of carving wood is so exquisite." ”

"Practice makes perfect, but compared to some masters, it is not worth mentioning." Si Le stood behind him, not minding Shi Qingqian reaching out to play with what he had spent dozens of days and nights carving.

Shi Qingqian suddenly realized that even such things as carving wood were done in the palace, and it seemed that Si Le Ren didn't have much time to return to his mansion, so she gently put the little wooden doll and couldn't help asking, "Why does Master Si like these things?" ”

In her impression, things like carving wood were done by old men.

"It can polish a person's heart and temper a person's patience," Saaler said, "to concentrate on one thing, no matter how tedious and boring, no matter what kind of things I had to endure before, in the end a piece of wood can gradually take shape in my own hands, and for me, I have to participate in it." ”

Shi Qingqian turned her head suspiciously, always feeling that there was something in the words of the Sler, which made her feel uneasy, but the Slemen were staring at the carving in his hand and talking, as if he didn't mean anything.

The chaos outside gradually subsided, and Si Le straightened the hair around his ears, pushed the door and walked out, strolling to the courtyard under a withered begonia tree, where a stone table and stone bench were placed, and on the table was a guqin with an elegant color.

"Thank you Princess Yan for her help, the minister has nothing to repay, just ask to play a song for the princess." I saw Si Le Ren sit down, and he seemed to have changed into a different person facing the guqin, like a fairy.

Xue Ying didn't know why, but he had to walk out with Shi Qingqian.

The musician began to play, and the slender ten fingers gently brushed the strings of the guqin, making a melodious and graceful tune, which was calm as water at first, and slowly revealed with the moonlight overhead, but always with a little sadness.

Shi Qingqian didn't interrupt him, but sat down lightly across from him, watching the vibrating strings seriously.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano suddenly turned to one side, like a rush to climb a steep mountain, and the hoarse sneering, the cuckoo cried blood, and the seemingly weak hand of the Sle-man burst out like a flood.

Gradually, the sound of the song became softer, like an octogenarian who was struggling to survive, and the listener was anxious, and with a few intermittent tremors, the tune finally ended.

Shi Qingqian came back to her senses, only to find that her hands had been tightly clenched into fists, and when she looked up, she found that Si Le was looking at her calmly, so she cleared her throat and said, "For so many years, Master Si's music has always been so sad. ”

That year, when he was in the partial palace, he played the flute under the tree, which was also sad.

Saalman didn't care, just smiled.

"Are you an Assassin?" Shi Qingqian suddenly asked.

"......" Si Le was slightly stunned, Shi Qingqian's eyes almost stared out of a hole, he reached out to brush the dust off the guqin, and said softly: "No." ”

The two looked at each other in silence for a moment, Shi Qingqian exhaled and said with a smile: "Okay, this is what you said." ”

Then he stopped looking at her, got up, and bowed lightly to Xue Ying, who was standing aside and waiting: "Ying'er, let's go." ”

A gust of wind leaked from between the dry branches, and the Si Le sat upright, the green silk behind his head flowed down, raising a soft arc in the wind, he reached out and plucked the strings twice, and suddenly his eyes closed, and the strings in his hand were broken with a "clang", leaving a blood-red scar on his hand-

Shi Qingqian didn't know that this song was called "Man Jianghong".

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rests. Look up. ”

"Jing Kang is ashamed, it is still snowing, the courtiers hate, when will it be destroyed......"