Kangxi shook his head slightly, and smiled lightly: "My hands are cold, don't play, you can talk to me." After saying this, he paused slightly, then shook his head with a chuckle: "No, it should be 'Huang Sanye'." ”

Huai Sleeve heard it, and unconsciously revealed two shallow pear vortices on his lips.

"The autumn is high and cool, the wind is calm and the sand is flat, the clouds are thousands of miles, the sky is flying, and the birds are far away!" Although Kangxi looked at the remnants of the pond, he said these things in one go.

When Huai Sleeve heard Kangxi's words, he was shocked in his heart.

She never expected that Kangxi would have recognized this song "Falling Geese and Pingsha" with only three paragraphs, she has been practicing music and rhythm since she was a child, and only Wu Hancha and Rong Ruo, the teachers who taught her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting when she was young, can distinguish this song, and there is no one else.

Huai Sleeve didn't expect that the Kangxi Emperor in front of him, who was buried in the national politics all day long, was actually quite proficient in music and rhythm, and couldn't help but secretly admire his abundant experience.

"This is the heart of Yishi, and it also has the meaning of taking the autumn sparsely, the wild geese are flying, and the sky is lonely." Sleeves continued.

Kangxi nodded when he heard this, and continued: "The rhythm of this song is undulating, although the tone is quiet and soft, but there is a rhythm, just like the autumn geese soaring in the sky above the flat sand, far away and quiet, which is exactly what happened to this scene. ”

Kangxi said, looking for the lonely moon in the sky, and his face showed the taste of falling and lonely.

Huai Sleeve also looked up at Gou Yue in the sky, and at this time Kangxi muttered again: "When the moon reaches the center of heaven, the wind comes to the water. Generally clear, few people know it. ”

This Shao Yong's "Please Yeyin" has the flavor of "pointing to the moon" in Zen Buddhism, and he couldn't help asking: "The third master also likes to read Zen?" ”

Kangxi smiled: "I don't have a special liking or not, because I grew up with my grandmother, I often used my grandmother to read scriptures when I was a child, so I flipped through them at will." Many of the Chinese characters I recognize are known from the scriptures, and I don't have that much time to read Buddhist scriptures after I became a politician, but I still vaguely remember what I read back then, and some of them are still quite flavorful when I look back on them. ”

Huai Sleeve nodded and said: "In fact, there is a special affection for the moon in Zen, for example, it is said in the "Lengyan Sutra": If a person shows people with a finger to the moon, they should look at the moon because of their fingers. Later, the Ming man Zhai Zengji compiled 650 Zen calendars and chance sentences, which are collectively called a "Water Moon Zhai Finger Month Record", which can be seen that this "finger to the moon" can be worthy of "teaching by fingering". ”

Kangxi nodded approvingly: "I also remember seeing it in "Biyan Lu": good snow flakes, do not fall elsewhere, no wind and waves, finger right eye. When I saw the last sentence of 'finger and right eye', I immediately had an epiphany, and when I read it at the time, I was really surprised. ”

Huai sleeve smiled: "So in the poetry of the ancients, more influenced by Zen Buddhism, the status of the moon is visible, you just chanted a song, I remember Wang Yangming also has a poem "Covering the Moon Mountain House" cloud: the mountain is near the moon and the moon is far away, so the mountain is larger than the moon. If a man's eyes are as big as the sky, let him see the mountains and the moon wider. ”

Kangxi listened with high interest, nodded again and again: "I have seen a poem by Hanshanzi with a very high realm: My heart is like the autumn moon, and Bitan is clear and clean. Nothing compares to Lun and teaches me how to speak. ”

Huai Sleeve nodded and said: "It is true that the realm is lofty, the poems of the Zen master are usually straightforward, the language is natural, and the nature cannot be viewed with ordinary poets. The frost sky and the moon will fall in the middle of the night, who will share the cold in the pool? ”

When Kangxi heard this, he didn't realize that his mind was locked back into the appearance, he lowered his head, the candle shadow in the water swayed, and then looked down, but he only saw his own lonely figure, and unconsciously recited softly: "The mountains and rivers are not viewed in the mirror, the frost and the moon will fall in the middle of the night, who will share the cold shadow of the pool...... Who's ...... The last few lines of the poem turned out to be a sigh ...... the last few lines of the poem.

This time, the loneliness in Kangxi's context is very strong, and he can no longer ignore it, and the taste of Ling Han in the high place, I am afraid that he is in such a situation.

Noble is above tens of thousands of people, and loneliness is also above tens of thousands of people.

"The flower of the moon has the quality of light, purity, gentleness, equality, vastness, pervasiveness, selflessness, eternity, and emptiness, just like the emperor, whose heart is suddenly clear, and there is no hindrance." Huai Sleeve said softly.

Kangxi turned his gaze and stared at the cheeks of his sleeves, seeing that her calm and gentle expression was just like the moonlight, infinitely gentle but as if separated by an unreachable distance, he couldn't help but sigh: "I actually often take care of my own nature, I only feel that the mountains and rivers are big, but they can also be reflected in them, however, the depth of people's hearts, sometimes, even if the void is shattered, it cannot be seen." It can really be said: mountains and rivers are easy to manage, and people's hearts are difficult to collect! ”

Huai Sleeve thought for a while, and said with a light smile: "Actually, there is no need to 'manage', you have to 'collect'." It is said in the Zen verse: There is water in a thousand rivers, a thousand rivers and a moon, and there are no clouds in the sky. Long live the Lord is the round of the bright moon in the sky, that clear and sunny day, between the ministers and Ang, you can see yourself, you can also see your own nature, the dark in your heart will have nowhere to hide, your own shape, or panic will be collected in the heart, but it is just time, we wait for a flower to bloom It will take a year, not to mention people's hearts. ”

Kangxi listened to these words, his heart suddenly cleared and peaceful, in fact, he didn't understand these theories, but when he was depressed, no one chatted so freely to relieve it, and after chatting with his sleeves during the night, the chest was as hot as drinking mellow and the stuffiness in his chest was swept away.

Kangxi looked back at his sleeves again, and saw that at the railing, the clouds were like shadows, the flowers were like faces, the clouds and temples like fragrant mist, and the posture was as clear as jade, and he was secretly indignant in his heart: "Such a hollow valley orchid, isn't it subject to the water and soil of the emperor's family?" The mouth unconsciously chanted: "At this time, we don't hear each other, and I wish to shine on ......you month by month."

When Huai Sleeve heard this sentence at first glance, she was inexplicable, but when she looked back, she saw Kangxi staring at her with blazing eyes, and the cramped uneasiness in her heart suddenly came up, she was afraid that Kangxi would have such a clear eye, but she avoided dodging.

Kangxi saw that his sleeves drooped his face again, knowing that he had a little gaffe just now, he retracted his gaze, and secretly swore in his heart: Such a beautiful person, even if it takes a lot of time, I am willing to wait, and I will never impose it on her as an emperor, I will wait for her sincerity!

Just thinking about it, there was a distant sound in his ears, Kangxi got up and said, "It's not early, I'm a little tired, you should go back and rest early." ”

Huai Sleeve nodded, put the piano into the piano box, bowed down, and looked at Kangxi and slowly walked back to Qingning Palace.