At night, the wind blew again, whistling and buzzing.
The lights in Tianyuan Palace were still brightly lit.
Yang Xianrong took the shakuhachi given to him by Grandma Yu and played a short piece of "Sauvignon Blanc".
Soon, another shakuhachi voice broke in.
This tune seems to follow Yang Xianrong's tone, but it is always half a beat behind her. The dragging sound makes people feel very uncomfortable.
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Yang Xianrong finally put down the shakuhachi in his hand and started retching.
Lan Xiang immediately brought water and asked her to rinse her mouth.
Cuixi also hurriedly brought hot tea and put it in her hand.
After waiting for a while, she said: "Brother Liu, come in."
Liu Yao responded and walked in from the outer room. He was still dressed as a palace musician in the daytime, but his eyes were a little red and he looked a little tired.
"Brother Liu, I'm going to have to work hard for you again this time." Yang Xianrong asked Cui Xi to pour a cup of hot tea for Liu Yao, "I'll treat you to a big meal later."
"Don't say that." Liu Yao grinned. The beard on his face looked very rough, without any elegance. "Slowing down the tune is indeed a bit laborious, but doesn't it feel better?"
"Well, I just don't know how Yuan Meiren will react."
"Why?"
"I think she still has something she hasn't said."
"What?" Liu Yao was stunned for a moment, "Her shakuhachi is exactly the same as yours... I don't understand."
"It's okay, you will know later." Yang Xianrong chuckled.
Fortunately, he was around and he saw something strange about Shakuhachi.
For some reason, Yang Xianrong suddenly thought of Sima Ying's gentle white jade face. Last time, he was painting beside him.
"There are thousands of people in the world, and there are thousands of things in the world. You don't need to know so much, just do it." Yang Xianrong pushed the hot tea cup towards him, "Brother Liu came to Luoyang City this time and had an extraordinary experience. , is it interesting?"
"It's not just interesting, it's actually quite interesting." Liu Yao smiled beautifully, and his white teeth added a bit of kindness, "Did the words that Third Sister just said be a meditation device? There is a ballad in my hometown that is similar to this."
"I heard what someone said, and I said it smoothly." Yang Xianrong rubbed his forehead. After playing the shakuhachi, he was still dizzy.
"There are always thousands of people in the world, but they have thousands of worries, but loyalty remains unchanged, but your heart is sharp." Liu Yao sang softly, low and melodious.
Yang Xianrong looked into his eyes and suddenly turned away.
"It's really nice. Is it a song from Yanran Mountain? Your hometown?"
"Yes." Liu Yao nodded, ""Sauvignon Blanc" is nice to listen to, but it is also too resentful. It always sounds depressing and not as good as the songs from my hometown... If I could gallop on the grassland and sing loudly, that would be it. Really happy."
"Brother Liu, are you homesick?" Yang Xianrong looked at him with a smile again, "Help me find the murderer, and I will give you a thousand taels of gold."
"Do you... still have money?" Liu Yao hesitated for a moment.
"Yes, look at the furnishings in Tianyuan Hall. They are all made of gold. If you can move them, you can carry a few back. You can choose any one." At this moment, Yang Xianrong was very proud, "That It's an incense burner made of bare gold. It's said to be made of a thousand taels of gold, so it should be quite valuable."
"It's too heavy to transport." Liu Yao really thought about it, "It would be more economical to transport some grain."
"...You can do whatever you want." Yang Xianrong pouted, "The mutton needed for tomorrow's Great Winter Banquet has been sent to Peony Garden by Chief Zhang."
"Well, Liu Sheng and the others will take care of it."
"Tomorrow, Yuan Meiren will still play the shakuhachi, and I will dance the Jinghong Dance." Yang Xianrong pointed to the palace ladies who were holding sewing boxes and fine gauze and satin, who had already filed into her bedroom, "They want to do it for me. It should look pretty good if you change it into a neon dress."
"Third sister, you look good in anything you wear." Liu Yao just looked at her, "Can you tell me what you dreamed about yesterday?"
"...I don't remember." Yang Xianrong paused again, "It's just a dream. Besides, dreams are the opposite, so don't be afraid."
"There is also a saying in my hometown: As long as you tell your bad dreams, they will not come true." Liu Yao's eyelashes looked thick and long under the candlelight, which made Yang Xianrong tremble.
"Actually, it's the same as Yuan Meiren said, except that she was playing and I was in a dream." Yang Xianrong still said it, "I didn't hear any ghost sound, but I could feel a force pulling Pulling me, there was a black hole in front of me... There was a face whose face was completely unclear, but I could clearly feel her hatred."
"Where's the figure?"
"I can't see clearly." Yang Xianrong closed his eyes. "I was very scared, but I also clearly understood that I was in a dream. There was no way this person could hurt me."
"Yes." Liu Yao nodded, "The bad dream I mentioned is over. Now, everything is fine."
"Yeah, everything will be fine."
Liu Yao saw that some color had returned to Yang Xianrong's little face, and then he left Tianyuan Palace with confidence and returned to Peony Garden.
Yang Xianrong spent another busy night reviewing the Jinghong Dance.
Every step must be down-to-earth.
She learned it from her grandmother, but she didn't learn much, and she forgot many of the moves.
Lanxiang was so anxious that she was sweating profusely as she demonstrated it over and over again.
"My old grandmother told me: If you can't do anything, you won't be able to eat anything." Yang Xianrong was also sweating profusely and refused to practice any more. "That's it. The Emperor and the others haven't seen it anyway, so just dance a few times."
"If you want to coordinate with the Sauvignon Blanc played by Yuan Meiren, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up with the rhythm." Lan Xiang was very serious and shook her long sleeves a few more times. Her posture was really beautiful.
"Lan Xiang." Yang Xianrong pulled her sleeves and sat down, whispering: "Just like when we were children, we still covered our faces with veils. I was responsible for the first part, and you were responsible for the rest..."
"How can I replace you in the main hall?"
"You remember when you were a kid, the three of us wore the same clothes, covered our veils, hid under the big umbrella cover and rotated, and then asked the old grandmother to guess who jumped out..."
"Cui Xi will always be recognized..."
"Because she is getting taller and taller, and her feet are getting bigger and bigger..." The two people laughed. Cuixi walked in carrying a modified big umbrella cover, with black lines on her face.
"I knew you two didn't have a nice word to say about me."
Only when the three of them were together, they no longer had the title of slave girl, and they were laughing and joking happily.
"Let's do it again." Yang Xianrong helped open the big umbrella, and it was indeed able to cover the three of them.
"Is there something wrong with Yuan Meiren?" Lan Xiang suddenly asked.
"Yes, I'm afraid she will go crazy." Yang Xianrong and Lan Xiang were dressed in the same clothes, covered with veils, and standing under a big umbrella with their hair spread loose.
Cui Xi stood between them, and she was a little confused for a moment.
The two men are similar in stature.
If Yang Xianrong's hands weren't usually colder, she wouldn't have been able to tell immediately.
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Seeing this, let’s guess what the murderer’s purpose is?
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