The deep winter air spread all over the glazed tiles of Taiyang Palace, whistling on the human face, the golden and noble Zuo Xiangda walked on the green bricks with a thin layer of snow, the black-clothed attendant held an umbrella for him, he walked on the lonely palace road, as if walking in his own back garden at will.

A girl in a light pigmented skirt held a scroll in her arms, walked out of Qiongyu Building, with a dignified and demure posture, and when she saw Zuo Xiang, she was not surprised, but calmly left after a bow.

Zuo Xiang looked at her back and asked with interest, "Who is this?" ”

The attendant replied respectfully: "Lord Hui, this is the third princess." ”

Smelling that it was the emperor's concubine, Zuo Xiang withdrew his gaze and walked into Qiongyu Tower without care.

The quietness here is incompatible with the luxury and extravagance of Taiyang Palace, and even the green pine and white stones on the side of the road are dyed with a bit of bookish atmosphere, which makes people feel calm when they are in it.

In front of the small courtyard, the young man in Tsing Yi holding the piano looked at him calmly, smiled slightly, and made a gesture with his hand sideways. Zuo Xiang then withdrew his attendants and entered alone.

There was nothing else in the small courtyard, only a green pine, covered with a layer of light snow, and under the green pine, the gentleman in white with his black hair facing away from him. I didn't see my face, but I saw that Mr. had a straight back, just like the green pine beside him.

Zuo Xiang stopped, looked up at Qingsong, did not speak, Mr. did not speak, played chess by himself, the sound of the chess pieces on the chessboard was not hurried or slow, very calm.

The young man in Tsing Yi crossed the left phase, sat down beside Mr., raised his hand to stroke the piano, and the elegant sound of the piano floated out, like a flying stone in June, clear and moving.

After the song, Zuo Xiang stroked his palm and laughed: "Good piano." He walked forward slowly, and sat down quite naturally across from him.

Mr. raised his eyes, his eyes were like the deep sea, his eyebrows were like willow leaves, he didn't know where to go, his skin was snowy, and there was no blood, which was the complexion that only people who lived on the top of the snow-capped mountains all year round had. The hair is like black jade, and a few strands of mischievously hang down on the cheeks of Mr., which makes the complexion even whiter to the eyelid.

Zuo Xiang looked at him, his pupils shrank, and he spoke: "Sir, I don't know if someone has told you that you are very much like a person." ”

Mr. lightly opened his thin lips, and his voice was like the sound of spring plums falling to the ground in March, and Qingyue was like hitting the water from a spring in June, which was extraordinarily beautiful: "Since going down the mountain, I have seen hundreds of people, and everyone is the same as a certain one." ”

Zuo Xiang picked up a white piece: "Mr. plays chess, and enjoys chess, but his appearance is doubtful, what does Mr. think of chess?" ”

When the gentleman saw that he was holding the chess pieces and not moving, he was very displeased, so he took out the white pieces and sonorously dropped: "A certain person has no ability to use the common people as a chess piece, and a certain person takes himself as a chess piece, and only asks for ...... Haiqing Heyan. ”

"Sir is an interesting man."

"It's not as good as Xiangye, it's a boring person."

After hearing this, Zuo Xiang was not angry, but just fell and forced the sunspot on the plate into a desperate situation: "Sir, you are an outsider, the world is bustling, red and dusty, and you can't get rid of the nine layers of smoke and dust." ”

Mr. did not change his face, and with a clever move, he put him to death and was born: "A certain is the same as Xiangye, they are all from the olive, how can they enter the WTO?" ”

Zuo Xiang sneered: "The world's major events, we have our own decisions, Mr. Outside, why bother to mess with Yuxiang." The sand and gravel in this world fall on the head of Mr., which is no less than a mountain. ”

The gentleman smiled slightly, held the chessboard in his hand, lifted it slightly, and the chess pieces fell to the ground one after another, splashing snow and staining the expensive Guangping thick clothes of the left minister.

He said, "Why bother, if it disturbs me, it will be lifted." ”

Zuo Xiang suppressed the anger on his face, stood up, and looked down at Mr. condescendingly: "Since Mr. has made up his mind, I don't know who Mr. wants to take advantage of?" ”

The gentleman propped his hands on the ground and laughed: "The years are long, and those who enter a certain eye are a certain east wind." ”

Zuo Xiang looked at the vast sky: "The emperor's eldest son, Wen Taowu, is slightly outstanding, backed by the Huanghuang three-hundred-year-old Xie family, loving and benevolent, if he is a king, then the common people are fortunate." ”

The gentleman looked at his annoying look, and suddenly didn't want to play any dumb riddles with him, and said, "Xiangye, do you believe these words?" ”

Zuo Xiang smiled: "Someone will believe it." ”

The gentleman was not angry, and stood up, his sleeves empty, which made him weak and couldn't help but blow: "Someone who has not been in state knows that today is the real hero." ”

"The Southern Jin Dynasty doesn't need a notorious monarch." Zuo Xiang lowered his eyes lightly, and there was disdain in his tone that he had not even noticed.

"Hahaha," the gentleman laughed, but coughed with laughter, "wait, it's a ridiculous thing in the world." ”

Zuo Xiang glanced at him coldly: "It's just a sour Confucian, and the prime minister is only three points for Mr. Shouyang, so I respect you once, you really regard yourself as a character and dare to discuss the government and politics." ”

The gentleman waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the house, and said as he walked: "I don't entertain Xiangye, Xiangye, please go back." ”

Zuo Xiang looked at his dashing back and sneered: "Dare to ask Your Excellency, what is the word?" ”

"Xuanji."