"It's not a remnant, but you have to turn back, stroking your beard and weeping and wetting your clothes. The Han envoy greeted me with four peons, who knew about Hu'er's trumpet? At this time of life and death with me, I was worried that the sun would not shine, and I would have to return to you. One step at a time, it is difficult to move, and the soul disappears and the love remains. Three out of ten beats are anxious and sad, and the liver and sausage are stirred and stabbed. ”

"When I returned to the country, I didn't follow him, and my heart hung like hunger. At four o'clock, everything rises and falls, but I am sad and do not move temporarily. The mountains and highlands are wide and you see that you have no end, and you dream of Nilais late at night. In my dream, I held my hands and was happy and sad, and when I felt pain, my heart was endless. Four times out of ten, tears were shedding, and the river was flowing eastward, thinking to himself. ”

Zhao Qingyan's voice rarely changed tone, but his deep and quiet voice blended perfectly into the tune. From sorrow to misery to grief and indignation...... The sound of the piano perfectly complements the missing emotion in Zhao Qingyan's voice, sometimes the melody overshadows the whispering bytes, and sometimes the whispering sound just overwhelms the sound of the piano. It's not a complete piece of piano, nor is it a perfect whisper, but it's certainly a good treat for the unfussy listener.

The queen, who walked outside the window, stopped and listened silently to the sound of the piano in the room, with a gentle smile faintly showing the corners of her lips.

Zhao Qingyan's talent in piano skills is definitely worthy of the sentence "genius of heaven". At the age of eight, he played the piano, played music at the age of nine, and at the age of twelve, he could barely finish a song "Eighteen Beats of Hu Ji" with his fingers that were not long enough. And Zhao Shu sat not far from Zhao Qingyan, holding a book in his hand and chanting along with the sound of the piano - because he didn't memorize the entire "Hu Ji Eighteen Beats".

Zhao Shu, who left his son alone, Zhao Baiyi, who had just married but didn't even want to go back to the palace, and Zhao Ying, who didn't know a few words, hid in a corner of the palace and practiced with Zhao Qingyan. Looking for fun in Zhao Qingyan's stumbling piano sound. The four brothers and sisters who are big enough in age can get along for many years in a state of few words, and they are leisurely.

The queen, who couldn't worry about her daughter and wanted to know what they were doing, followed the sound of the piano from time to time to find them, and then hid and peeked.

Zhao Qingyan, whose legs were almost unconscious, sat on the ground most of the time, holding his qin, tilting his head slightly and laughing with his cousin, with a quiet smile on his pale face. In fact...... The reason why he is willing to stay with them instead of being alone in the palace all day long and watching the passage of time may be that he still cares about his body very much, right? Only his cousin who grew up with him, the monk Zhao Ying, who is ignorant, can not care about his legs. He will not be required to sit in a wheelchair like those subordinates, not even to try to stand up.

Sitting on the damp dirt against the bamboo, squinting at the glimmer between the leaves, plucking the strings, listening to the small talk of his cousins, and then laughing...... His requirements are really low and simple.

In front of the elders, he showed that he didn't care, but he quietly bent his lips and smiled in the corner that the elders didn't know, listening to his cousins talk about the scenery he hadn't had time to see, and then said childlike that he must see it in the future. The eyes were full of loneliness and smiles, but not sadness. This smile is too distressing.

If...... How good should it be that he has always looked like this?

The queen sighed secretly, looking at Zhao Qingyan who lowered her eyes and stroked the qin, the scene in front of her slowly overlapped with the young man in her memory, and was quietly shattered.

The changes in Zhao Qingyan are not difficult to understand.

Who is injured all over the body, but can't get a single look of care, and can still smile?

Who is crying and screaming, but can't see a glimmer of hope, and can still talk about self-deception?

Who can still smile like the wind after suffering from illness?

Who can go through the heat and sorrow and still have no quarrel with the world?

An eleven-year-old can't do it, and a thirteen-year-old can't do it either.

What has supported him through everything is nothing more than the belief in living and the remembrance of his loved ones.

The Queen's palm, hidden in her sleeve, slowly clenched.

She knew very well that the young man who was as smart as a demon who was watching not far away had already seen through her plans. However, he still came, came to his palace, and accompanied Zhao Ying to practice the piano.

Either fearless, or too caring.

Zhao Qingyan has been avoiding himself since half a year ago, and even Zhao Ying can be faintly aware of this.

So, what exactly is he here for?

Why don't you hide anymore?

The queen couldn't guess what he was thinking.

"Hu Ji originally came out of Huzhong, and the piano turned out the same rhythm. Although the eighteen-beat song is over, there is more than one thought......" has reached the last paragraph, Zhao Qingyan's fingers suddenly trembled for some reason, and the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

Zhao Qingyan seemed to remember something, and looked at the piano blankly for a while before coming back to his senses: "I forgot the words." ”

Zhao Ying looked a little unconvinced: "Really?"

Zhao Qingyan nodded, his face full of helplessness: "I can almost drink half a bowl of porridge." Let's discuss, I'll stay until ......" His gaze swept casually, but he froze on the window, and then quickly stood up.

Zhao Ying's back was facing the window, and Zhao Qingyan kept stroking the piano, so naturally he couldn't notice the queen's figure. But as soon as Zhao Qingyan raised his head like this, he just saw the queen behind Zhao Ying. When the queen saw that he saw herself, she naturally did not continue to hide, so she pushed open the half-hidden door and walked in.

Zhao Qingyan bowed slightly as usual, and saluted: "Niangniang is fine." ”

Zhao Ying's eyes widened unexpectedly, she got up and ran over to hug the queen's arm, and asked with a smile: "When did the queen mother come? Did you hear the song that Brother Mo just played? It's really good." ”

The queen looked at her daughter's smiling face and smiled slightly: "Well, I heard it." If you don't hear such a beautiful tune, how can you indulge in it and can't bear to disturb it?"

Zhao Qingyan said with a smile: "Niangniang praises falsely, Qingyan is ashamed." ”

The queen took a deep look at Zhao Qingyan, whose expression was no different from usual, and then looked down at Zhao Ying, who was holding her and didn't let go, and said softly: "Ying'er, the queen mother just has something to say to your seventh brother, do you mind lending me your seventh brother for a while?"

Zhao Ying was stunned for a moment, looked up at the queen, and then at Zhao Qingyan, and wondered: "Do you have anything to do with Brother Mo?"

There was no need for the queen to speak, Zhao Qingyan was already a little guilty and said: "My nephew and the crown should have entered the palace to see you." Some time ago, I was tired, but I was lazy, and I asked my mother to forgive me. ”

Zhao Ying didn't quite understand these etiquettes, but since the queen mother and cousin had said so, she nodded a little reluctantly and whispered, "Okay then." If Brother Mo still has time for a while, will he come back to Ying'er?"

Zhao Qingyan responded: "That's nature. ”

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"The nephew invites Niangniang's Ann, Niangniang's Wan'an. Zhao Qingyan knelt down, lowered his eyes, and then knelt straight.

The queen slowly waved away the palace maids on the left and right, sat down on the main seat, looked at him quietly, and did not open her mouth to let him get up.

It was early winter, and there was no brazier in the house, and the floor was even colder. Even if Zhao Qingyan didn't feel his legs, if he knelt for a long time, he would definitely feel cold and unbearable. Zhao Qingyan is such a little prince who is still favored by the Son of Heaven, who dares to let him kneel for so long? But the queen didn't let him get up, he didn't move, kneeling straight and straight, looking down at the ground, and the etiquette was so perfect that it was impeccable.

The light blue color makes the already not thick clothes even thinner. And the pale face and obedient posture are undoubtedly Zhao Qingyan's attitude. The queen understood...... He was showing weakness and making concessions. But the queen didn't know who Zhao Qingyan meant. His own, or the Qi Palace's?

I don't know how long it took, the queen finally broke the suffocating dullness: "Get up." ”

"Xie Niangniang. Zhao Qingyan stood up slowly, his face calm, not showing the slightest emotion.

The queen said: "It can be seen that Ying'er is very happy and tired." ”

Zhao Qingyan didn't seem to hear the queen's deep meaning, and said with a low eye: "The mother is polite, this is what a nephew should do." ”

The queen picked up the teacup and looked at the tea, and asked softly: "This palace remembers that your medical skills have always been comparable to those of many imperial doctors, right?"

Zhao Qingyan said: "Qingyan is young, so naturally he doesn't dare to compare. ”

The queen smiled lightly: "Doctor Xiao's unique skills, the most famous is to taste the medicine and distinguish the prescription. It is said that dozens of unrelated herbs are boiled together, and you only need to look at them, smell and taste them to know what herbs are used. You're his only disciple, so even if you don't get the true inheritance, you still have some skills, right?"

Zhao Qingyan still looked humble, but he dealt with the words again like playing Tai Chi: "The teacher's medical skills are unique in the rivers and lakes, Qingyan is ignorant, and he doesn't dare to say that he can get the truth." ”

The queen didn't care how he fooled him, and said to herself: "I saw a prescription in this palace some time ago, but there are only more than ten kinds of medicinal materials, but there seem to be two or three flavors of medicinal materials missing. I don't know if with your skills, can you help this palace taste what kind of medicinal herbs are missing?"

Zhao Qingyan's expression did not move at all, and said in the voice of Gujing Wubo: "If it is two or three flavors of medicinal materials, Qingyan's ability is enough." However, if it is a four-flavor tonic on the prescription, it has been replaced with a medicine that makes the four flavors poisonous, and the big tonic has become a poison without a solution...... The pharmacology has also changed greatly, and I am afraid that Qingyan will not be able to taste it. ”

The queen's expression changed slightly, but she quickly stabilized her mental fluctuations: "Then do you think this side should be used or not?"

Zhao Qingyan said: "Qingyan thinks that the medicine in the world is never good or bad. Poison fights poison with poison, and poison is also medicine. There is no disease but a cure, and good medicine is also poison. With all due respect, this side should be used. ”

The queen bowed slightly, and asked again: "Isn't it harmful to give people poison and not tell them?"

Zhao Qingyan said: "The doctor is benevolent. Benevolence saves people's lives, relieves people's pain, and also reassures people's minds. If the first two are unable to do so, then it is natural to conceal one or two truths to achieve peace of mind. ”

The queen paused for a moment and asked again: "Concealing the illness is also deception, what if it angers the patient?"

Zhao Qingyan didn't hesitate this time, looked up at the queen, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "If you can't do it, you don't have to do it in the first place." The matter has come to this point, and there is no way to return to the sky, so why bother to think about the pros and cons of right and wrong?"

The Empress was silent. Zhao Qingyan is talking about himself and the queen in this sentence. Or rather...... Zhao Qingyan's words secretly tied him to the queen. It seems to be persuasive, but it is actually a warning. But his words were very appropriate, and they stopped at the point, neither humble nor arrogant, even if the queen wanted to be angry, there was no way to initiate it.

There was a long silence, and the queen spoke first: "How do you know it's me?"

Zhao Qingyan's eyes were a little inquiring: "Niangniang wants to hear the truth?"

The queen seemed to be ten years old, and the grace she deliberately maintained was also shaky. She just sighed and said softly, "Say it, say it." ”

"Mother forgiveness. Zhao Qingyan owed herself, and then answered her doubts with a straight expression, "Actually, my nephew is also thinking like my mother." ”

The queen frowned, puzzled: "What do you say?"

Zhao Qingyan said lightly: "I can't bear it." ”