Feng Jingning casually threw a futon to Yun Yanzheng's feet, Yun Yanzheng looked down, and then sat down peacefully, leaned over slightly, and leaned against the pavilion pillar.

The girl in blue also looked at the bamboo fungus, and said with a smile: "Bamboo fungus, you can play a song!" Everyone is waiting for you. ”

Zhu Sheng's face smiled lightly, his eyes looked around everyone, and he whispered: "Since this is the case, Zhu Sheng will be reluctant to make it difficult!" I didn't play well, so I'll ask the two guests to bear with me later. He elegantly bowed to Feng Jingning and Yun Yan before turning his back and facing the guqin.

Yun Yanzheng looked from the side and saw that although the broken lines on the guqin were not as old as those given to her by Gu Shezhi, it was also a very old qin. The piano silk knotted on it is snow-white and delicate, and the bamboo sheng plucks the strings like three thousand drowning water, gradually condensing into thousands of glass, crystal clear. He said softly: "The first time I met Master was at the water's edge, and now it is a pavilion near the water, and the flowers and shadows on both sides of the strait are scorching and faintly mist. ”

The rest of the people all responded softly.

Only Yun Yanzheng's heart was pounding suddenly, she would rather him play all the qin songs in the world than him play the song "Pu Jia". However, when I saw the back of the white-clothed figure that was similar to the appointment, my eyes were even more confused and painful. Knowing that person is not him, but she can't stop the "empathy" in this world, there are too many complex emotions in her heart that have nowhere to pour out, nowhere to put her sustenance, at this moment, she has projected these intentionally or unintentionally onto that back.

Even though the bamboo fungus is facing away from them, you can still feel the burning gaze on your back. His gaze was fiery and sad, and he almost wanted to pierce his chest and back, but his hands were still stable and agile, and his ten fingers were plucked, and the sound of the piano was swaying out, curling and clear, like a dream.

The incense lingers faintly on the tip of the nose, like silk, like water and mist brushing over people's skin, like ice and snow, which makes people's whole body overflow with a sense of coldness.

The sound of the piano is ethereal and distant, making people fascinated and almost forget where they are now. I only felt that the autumn water was coming, the mist was close and approaching, a meandering water meandered down, the camellia on the shore was silent, and the cigarette smoke curled and whispered, swaying in the wind.

"There are swallows in the North Ridge, and the feathers are like snow. The wind mourns, and the wings fly south. A fold of feathers, no matter what. The wind is dignified, and it will never leave. ”

The girl in blue sings gracefully, and sings a tune over and over again, as if tossing and turning, and it is beautiful and elegant.

Feng Jingning tasted the meaning of the song, this song is really not suitable for singing here, but it was sung by her so lingering and compassionate, love and hate, faintly seem to love to the extreme, and hate to the extreme, but can not extricate themselves, deep in it, there is a lot of endless obsession.

At the end of the song, the sound of the piano is not finished, the cloud is in a trance, and suddenly a clear sound suddenly rises, the sound is unique, and the sound of the piano has a melancholy and melancholy.

However, this kind of music actually made Yun Yanzheng sad, and her eyes fell on the hand of the blue-clothed girl again, and sure enough, she saw that what she was holding was a white jade-like Tao Xun.

At such a close distance, she could almost tell that the carving on the pottery was an unforgettable variant of the ancient characters, and Yun Yanzheng's heart trembled slightly, and she was stunned to listen to the final harmony of this song. Looking at the elegant back of the bamboo fungus, and the happy smile of the girl in blue, she suddenly felt a little dazed in her heart, as if she was a little envious and jealous of this, and seemed to be a little lost and melancholy about it, and she was not sure how her emotions were for a while?

"Girl, what is Xun in your hand?" That peculiar instrument immediately caught Feng Jingning's attention, and his eyes looked surprised and confused.

"Yes, it's Tao Xun, it's handmade by the father of the bamboo fungus master." The girl in blue replied with a bright smile.

"Can you show me?" Feng Jingning smiled lightly and begged her.

The girl in blue blushed slightly, glanced at the bamboo sheng and nodded to him, then handed the Xun over to Feng Jingning. Feng Jingning saluted her chin and shook his hand, he took a closer look at the sunlight, only to see that the patterns on it were elegant and complex, as if there was a hole in the sky, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "It's Fengxiang Qingyin, a variant of ancient characters." Gu She's really amazing everywhere! ”

As soon as he said this, Yun Yanzheng's face changed slightly, and her phoenix eyes narrowed. The four words "Fengxiang Qingyin" pierced her heart like a needle, and she took a deep breath before she calmed down.

"That's right, it's 'Fengxiang Qingyin', I heard that this is a pottery Xun specially made by Master Zhusheng for a woman he likes. Later, I don't know why it wasn't sent out, and it was left here in the bamboo fungus. At that time, he played every day, and his smile looked very gentle and peaceful, but his music was very sad and regretful. The girl in blue tilted her head and recalled for a long time.

Feng Jingning held the Tao Xun, although there was still a smile on his face, the clarity under his eyes had changed slightly. This Tao Xun is indeed the same as the one I saw Mu Qi in the palace last time, and this Tao Xun is Gu Shezhi's, so the guest Qing that Mu Qi admires in her heart is also called Gu Shezhi, and it is the same person? However, when Zheng Yan heard this Xun Yin twice before and after, her expression was so wrong, what kind of past did she have with Gu She?

There was something in his heart that seemed to be clear, and he felt a little puzzled about it.

Yun Yanzheng only felt that his fingers were cold, and there seemed to be something shattering in his heart, and one after another cracks trembled endlessly. "Fengxiang Qingyin" Since he wants to give it to the woman he likes, why did he give it to her? Since there is already a first and second "Fengxiang Qingyin", why bother to make a third "Fengxiang Qingyin", which makes people feel annoyed and angry, as if being humiliated? Why does she feel like a knife whenever she thinks of the brokenness of "Fengxiang Qingyin" at the beginning, doesn't all this seem very sad, pitiful, and ridiculous?

Feng Jingning's gaze swept over Yun Yanzheng's suddenly pale face, suppressed the conjecture in his heart, stretched out his hand to hand Tao Xun back to the girl in blue, and logically changed the topic: "I've known each other for a long time, and I don't know how to call the girl?" ”

The girl in blue smiled and said, "Childe, my surname is Lan Lanhua, you can call me Xiaolan." As for my name, I am not allowed to tell me freely. ”

Feng Jingning pursed her lips and smiled, and asked her, "Xiaolan, do you have any wine?" This place is quiet, the flowers are like a dream, and it would be a pity if there was no wine to drink. ”

Xiaolan's silver bell-like laughter sounded, "Gongziguo is a wonderful person. However, Childe hasn't told me yet, what's your name? ”

Listening to her ridiculous tone, Feng Jingning replied with a smile: "It's me who is rude, my surname is Feng, and my name is Changxue." ”

"Feng Changxue, I like this name, and I also like you as a person, Childe. In that case, I'll go and steal two jars of fine wine for my son! Xiaolan got up and clapped her hands, and asked cautiously towards Zhusheng: "I'm going to steal wine and treat you, won't you be stingy?" ”

Zhusheng shook his head gently, and said with a smile: "Go ahead." ”

Xiaolan walked out of the pavilion briskly, stealthily into the winding flower path, and gradually walked away.

Feng Jingning was chatting with Zhusheng, Yun Yanzheng just turned a deaf ear, looking at the gurgling water outside the pavilion, and the scorching flower shadow was suddenly shocked. For a long time, I only thought that it was because of the persuasion of the third brother and what he wanted to accomplish that he chose not to rob the prison and rescue Gu Xi in time, which caused him to feel guilty, and he exiled himself for more than two years just to atone for his old man.

But at this moment, she repented, maybe her feelings were not so simple and pure, as a friend, she could go back to Yuecheng for Gu Shezhi to take the blame, not to mention that the blame was originally imposed on him by her, she just went back to bear the consequences for her own strategy. As a friend, she couldn't bear the fact that Gu Shezhi was tortured and died tragically in prison, not to mention that it was a mistake after her own calculations, and she always let the emotions she chose be biased towards the third brother's scheming and the safety of Wei Guo.

And in the past two years of pain, what she can't bear is just her own bias and mistakes?

Who is the scar she deliberately scratched and the face ruined? And why did you make up your mind to be so resolute and miserable?

Is it for him? Is it just for him? Is it because you are dead, why do you need to leave a stunning face in the world? And there is no one to admire, and no one else to appreciate it?

Since there is no such person in the world, why do you need to look good? Was her face buried for him?

Yun Yanzheng's fingertips trembled slightly, and she felt a chill all over her body. Could it be that he suddenly became alert more than two years after this person died, and it turned out that he had already thought about him and couldn't let go of his feelings? How is this called her? Where are you going to talk to him? And what is even more tragic than this is that he seems to have already loved someone deeply, and he is just nothing in front of him?

Endless sorrow surged up from the bottom of her heart, making her hands and feet weak, and she looked blankly at the scenery outside the pavilion, but her eyes were as blurry as if she had lost her mind.

"Here comes the wine!" Xiaolan's crisp voice sounded in his ears.

The wine is poured into the glass, and the aroma slowly fills the air, bringing a cold and sweet smell.

"This wine is called 'A Dream of Longshan', which was made by the master two years ago with aged wine, and has been buried under the camellia tree in this garden. If this wine is buried in the ground, according to Master, I can be regarded as a wine keeper all these years. It's a pity that no one tastes such a good wine, today I have the courage to steal two jars to give everyone a taste, good flowers, good wine, good piano and good music, so that it is fun! Zhu Sheng said leisurely, and raised his hand to signal Xiaolan to pour wine.

"A Dream of Longshan", who is this wine for, and for whom is it buried in the soil? Is it the owner he was going to send out "Fengxiang Qingyin"?

Yun Yanzheng looked at the sake that Xiaolan placed on the table beside her, her expression was lonely and lonely, and her heartache at this moment was like being pricked with a needle and beads of blood. Rattan cup, peach blossom wine, people get drunk before drinking, the faint fragrance of plants and trees has been similar to this time filled with the void, and the camellia in the spring breeze also seems to fall into this cup of light red wine. Whose spirit is this condensed with the soul of this wine, she raised a glass of wine and poured it slowly into her mouth, but she felt sweet and sweet, and then with a slight pungency, in the past when she was young in Yuecheng, she also had to fight with the third brother and Ruirong to enjoy the flowers and wine, and then for various reasons, it has not been possible to let go of her arms like this for a long time to covet the floating life and get drunk.

The sound of the bamboo fungus piano sounded clearly, Xiaolan harmonized with the melodious Xun sound, surrounded by flowers here, agarwood like water, it is a good place for drunkenness.

Feng Jingning also drank wine, flicked his wine glass and beat the beat, and saw that he had a shallow smile on his lips, his black hair was weak, and he behaved freely, like a fairy.

Yun Yanzheng smiled slightly, took the wine jar by himself, poured it vigorously one by one, drank it cup after cup, and felt drunk to death here. For more than two years, she has never once indulged herself to completely get drunk and dream to death, in order to dream of the person's spirit to get together, but there has never been a time like now, wanting to be drunk and dreaming of death so much that she doesn't want to wake up.