115 A Song of Burial (1)

However, such an open scene is difficult to relieve the depression in my heart, and the silk curtains on all sides fly up and down, brushing over the eighteen-string zither on the stone case.

It is an excellent piano, the frame is white pine, the head, tail, and side panels around the zither are made of golden silk nanmu, and the top is twelve-year-old paulownia wood, which is like a wave. The color of the wooden zither yard, the cow bone is inlayed, and the strings of the horsetail deer tendon are as bright as silver wire. Everywhere the wind passes, there is no string movement, but there is a clear sound and a clear sound, like a watery heart.

It's just such a good piano, but there is no decoration, just so plain put it there, the last time I came, I saw it, and I was still guessing who left it, this has been a month, but there is no dust and dust on it, I think it is often played, but I don't always hear the music, but it's strange.

The wind brought a peach blossom from the edge of the pavilion and fell on the strings, and the peach petals fluttered on the strings like butterfly wings, and finally were whisked by the curtain as a pink butterfly, but it was a stirring of the strings and a clear sound.

The fingers caressed the silver strings, swept at will, and suddenly the sound was stringed, like water clearing, cleansing the heart.

She plucked two more monotones, and finally couldn't help but sit down, looking at the spring scene in front of her, her fingers swept at will, and the music flowed down.

This song is already sad, and as the melody accelerates, the sadness becomes heavier, and it seems to be pouring out his heart. Blame him

incomprehensible, hating his unwillingness, resenting his empathy, hating his infatuation, resenting his parting, hating his stubbornness...... That day, he didn't even say a word of goodbye, so he let him go like that...... All kinds of infatuations are unspeakable, and in the end, they turned into lingering thoughts tied with the wind and drifted to the sky......

Before she knew it, she had repeated it several times, and it seemed to be playing the spring scene all over her eyes, until there was a break, the strings broke suddenly, and the rolled silver filaments whipped at her......

When she realized it, a hand had grabbed the raging strings.

It was a very graceful hand, resting on her sideburns, and between her fingers were the shiny strings trembling, especially with a lingering sound......

"The slave and maid thanked the prince, the prince ......"

"Excuse me."

Yuwen Xuanyi waved the sleeves of his robe and smiled at her.

"Lord Wang...... How long has it been here? ”

She avoided the seductive gaze and bit her lip...... I'm afraid I've stopped here for a long time, otherwise how could I block the strings so in time?

"Occasionally passing by, I suddenly heard the sound of the piano, come up and take a look......"

Yuwen Xuanyi dismantled the broken string, took out a brocade box from under the stone case, took out a brand new string from it, and re-attached it to the piano.

"This piano belongs to the prince? Please forgive the slave for being rude......"

Since the piano is his, it is not considered to be passing by.

"What's the name of the song just now? It's beautiful......"

He asked casually past her apology, his fingers casually brushing the strings.

It is no wonder that everyone praises him for his superb piano skills, this movement seems random, but it brings out a clear sound and an extraordinary artistic conception.

"The song is called "Burial Heart"."

"Burial Heart"? Yuwen Xuanyi's eyebrows frowned imperceptibly, but he smiled again: "Why do I say it sounds so poignant......"

"The slave and maid's skills are clumsy, which makes the prince smile."

"It's already good, it's a lot of progress......"

She was stunned: "The prince has heard me play the piano?" ”

His face flashed a hint of unnaturalness, and he turned his eyes to look at the piano and said, "I just heard that the mother concubine said that she accepted a disciple......"

I was relieved: "Niangniang's piano is exquisite, but it's a pity that my disciple is not good at learning." ”

"When it comes to the art of the piano, whether the technique is subtle or not is secondary, the key is a state of mind, and if the sound of the piano can express the heart, then it is superb......"

In this way, it is consistent with Concubine Yu's opinion.

After a long time, there was no more words, Yuwen Xuanyi just stared into the distance, as if he was thoughtful, and even the wind swept and the flowers were spread on the piano.

She wanted to say goodbye, but she couldn't disturb his thoughts, so she had to stand aside and look at the sky...... It's been half a month, and I don't know where Xuan Cang is now, he said that he will come back before the rainy season......

"This song has lyrics, right?"

Her mind had not yet turned, but she nodded unconsciously at the pair of eyes that were half cold and half spring.

"Sing and listen......" he was interested.

"The slave and maid don't sing well, and they don't dare to sacrifice their ugliness in front of the prince."

"You and your mother often play the piano and sing songs in the Autumn Palace, why are you restrained in front of me?"

Su Jinling thought to herself, she still remembered Yuwen Xuancang's "entrustment" before leaving, although she was rude and domineering, but she didn't want to involve herself in the unwarranted scandal, besides, this King of Qingning was born to be the darling of scandals.

It's just that he laughed harmlessly, and even the charm of the past was hidden, and she couldn't help thinking about it, otherwise it would be his own bias and narrow-mindedness, and he was the son of Concubine Yu......

King Qingning had already left his seat and made a gesture of please, personable and gentle.

Seeing him like this, he couldn't help but secretly feel relieved for Concubine Yu.

Although the king of Qingning was raised by Concubine Ru since he was a child, he never forgot his biological mother. But when mortals mention King Qingning, in addition to his handsomeness and wisdom, they also admire his filial piety.

Imagine that although Concubine Yu was favored by the emperor back then, she was from a humble background, and she was afraid that she would miss her son's future so she handed him over to Concubine Ru to raise, but King Qingning seemed to not care about the so-called future, and was extremely filial to his biological mother, but won more praise.

Concubine Yu's favor is declining, her body is weak and weak, she lies quietly in the autumn palace all day long, and after a long time, her heart is as lonely and lonely as the deep bamboo forest, but this son always brings her joy and joy, just like the sunshine that passes through the layers of branches and leaves, brilliant and dazzling. So every time he mentioned this son, his pale face because of a long illness was filled with happiness, and the whole person was like a moment of silence blooming fragrantly.

Therefore, although she and King Qingning have only met twice, they seem to have known each other for a long time, and he has recovered the bracelet for himself...... Otherwise, she would really feel guilty about Concubine Yu for the rest of her life.

"That'...... And the slave and the maid sacrificed their ugliness. ”

She lowered her eyes, bent her knees slightly, moved to the front of the desk, pondered for a moment, and plucked the strings with her fingertips, and suddenly felt a tingling pain.

It turned out that he was not wearing silver armor, and he only cared about venting his heartache before, and he actually grinded out blisters on his fingertips, but he didn't realize it just now, and at this moment, he felt the pain in his heart when he plucked the strings.

However, he gritted his teeth and plucked the strings little by little.

The pain was pressed layer by layer, and after a while, I couldn't feel it, but the bitterness in my heart overflowed with the sound of the piano and spilled between my fingers.

"The butterfly flies away and the heart is not there, who will wipe the tears in the long night? is greedy for a little dependence on greedy for a little love, the old fate should be difficult, and the heart is full of sorrow. How can I stand it, this guess, it's weird over there, and people's words are sad and bitter. It is not to blame for the suffering and disasters given by God. Thousands of should not be, Fanghua is afraid of loneliness. Lin Hua'er thanked her and buried her heart, where is he when he returns from Chunyan......"

After singing only this one paragraph, it is difficult to sing it anymore. The infarction between the waitings, the tears are blurred, and only the fingers are flying on the strings, pouring out endless grievances. This grievance has her worries, the resentment of her mother in her previous life, the persistence of Mo Yuan'er in Qingxiao Garden, the helplessness of countless harem women, and the pain of infatuated women in the world...... All of them were tangled together, turning into a tumbling river...... In the surging river, I saw a person in a trance, white clothes were better than snow, and my cold eyes were warm......

"What if I take this country as an appointment and marry you?"

"Jinling, you remember, no matter what I do in the future, it is for the future, in order to give you the best things in the world. It's what you deserve and what you deserve best! Maybe it will make you wait for a long time, maybe it will make you sad, maybe there will be many things that we can't predict...... But you must remember that the people around you today are the only ones in their hearts......"

There was a flash of lightning in my heart, as if there was something to be realized in an instant......

"Knock ......"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, which cut off all the turbulent waves in an instant, and also scared away her flash of inspiration.

But he saw a hand pressed on the strings......

It was a beautiful hand, but for some reason the green tendons were exposed, the knuckles were all visible, and they were still trembling, and even the strings were vibrating and the aftermath continued.

When he raised his eyes in fright, he saw that his long eyebrows were tightened, and his former smile was completely gone, but his face was full of solemn coldness, which made people cold.

"Lord ......"

The aftermath gradually stopped, and the slaughter gradually faded. Yuwen Xuanyi's face softened slightly, and the corners of his lips were hooked.

So the spring warmed up.

"It's really a good song, but you can only get it if you play it with your heart."

"The prince has won the award, and the slave and maid are afraid."

Laughing again, it's still chilling.

"This king never lies. Although the lyrics are wonderful, but the sound of the piano is more poignant and sad, touching the heart, it actually dyes the bustling spring of the city into a desolate and desolate city, as if there is an infinite mood to look far away, but there is no wild goose to transmit the sound, so that it is depressed in the heart, and there is nowhere to solve it......"

His gaze shifted to her, and so did the search in the clearing.

She lowered her eyes and was silent.

"If I'm right, can I be regarded as Miss Jinling's bosom friend?"

It's a very easy way to say it.

"In ancient times, Yu Boya broke the piano and thanked the bosom friend, no matter whether the girl introduced me as a bosom friend or not, this king also wanted to play a song to thank the girl......"

I heard that the king of Qingning has unparalleled piano skills, but there are very few people who are fortunate enough to listen to him play a song, his piano sound is mostly to relieve depression with Concubine Yu, Concubine Yu also said that his piano skills are taught by Yuwen Xuanyi and are not as good as him, and praise his skills are high, all over Tianhao, no one can beat it.

Of course, in the eyes of the mother, her son is the best person in the world, but if she can listen to him play a song, it will be a great blessing in life.

"But I don't know what the prince wants to play?"

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PS: I highly recommend the "Burial Heart" Guzheng version, it's particularly good, and it has been added to the song link of "Works Related" in the afternoon, I hope you like O(∩_∩)O~