That was the last time Mr. Fang Xiaohou saw her. Less than a year later, during a leisure time, he heard some servants talking that the businessman had returned to the capital again and had a new beautiful girl, but she died of illness forever. On the way home, the fragrance disappeared and the jade died.
This pain hidden deep in my heart never surfaced again after I entered the officialdom and wore a mask to show people a smile. At this time, it was evoked by the sound of the piano. When I came back to my senses, tears were streaming down my face.
Mr. Fang Xiaohou wiped his tears, forced a smile and said to Lin Yuqing: "Master Lin's piano is truly extraordinary!"
He also asked Su Ziji: "I wonder if Su Huiyuan has any poems to match it?"
He came this time because he knew the details of Lin Yuqing, and also knew that Lin Yuqing and Su Ziji were secretly fighting each other. In addition to being frightened and angry, he was also worried about Lin Yuqing, a friend of many years.
But the matter has reached this point, and it is no longer easy to deal with it. He can only hope that the relationship between the two people is best limited to the hatred of the country and the family, rather than being filled with personal resentment.
After all, they are such outstanding people, and it is really a pity that they really turn against each other.
Of course, Mr. Fang Xiaohou knew that he was naive to think this way, but he immediately changed his attitude towards his long-time friend, and he asked himself that he couldn't do it.
Because he was conflicted in his heart, the tone of his invitation to Su Ziji for poems at this moment also contained a hint of pleading that he was not even aware of.
Su Ziji took a look and smiled: "What's so difficult about this?"
Immediately, under Ye Buhui's command, a maid laid out the table and put paper on it. Ye Buhui rolled up his sleeves and personally polished Su Ziji's ink.
Su Ziji thought for a moment, then dipped in ink and wrote a poem.
"Toast a cup and drink with laughter at Yama, and sing evening songs without admiration for fame. Half a generation of youth knows all kinds of tastes, full of great ambitions and has failed three times. Obsessed with power and power, it ends in vain, and romantic rivers and lakes are also entangled. You are still proud of picking chrysanthemums on the east fence, so why regret and lament that it was wasted."
Lin Yuqing and Mr. Fang Xiaohou both watched. When the poem was finished, not to mention that Mr. Fang Xiaohou was filled with all sorts of emotions. Lin Yuqing, who was in his thirties and had spent half of his youth in the great capital city of Zheng, I am also filled with emotions.
I just feel that this poem was written by Su Ziji to himself.
It's a pity that he can no longer hope for any romantic world, let alone the days of picking chrysanthemums on the east fence. Half of his youth has been wasted, so he can only grit his teeth and go on.
Thinking about it, all the grievances and hardships in the first half of his life made him hold a breath in his chest.
After reading this poem several times, I couldn't help but laugh.
Unexpectedly, the person who understands me best is the one who ultimately deceives me!
There is obviously a teenage gap, but the other person can express all kinds of sadness that he can't talk to others.
I was never pushed to Dazheng by the Lin State to be a hostage. I was just an unappreciated clan son. At least in the Lin State, I could have enough food and clothing. I could also play the piano and play chess every day. I didn't have to be too aggrieved in that way. I am quite at ease myself.
It's a pity that his destiny has never been in his own hands. He can only do it by moving forward without regrets even if he dies!
For a moment, the room became dead silent, and only the sound of raindrops could be heard, but Su Ziji continued to write another poem.
There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
There was emotion in the last poem just now. When he saw the sentence "Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time", Lin Yuqing suddenly didn't know where he was touched. His eyes suddenly turned red, and he sighed while holding back tears. : "With this poem, my life is not in vain!"
With that said, he bowed to Su Ziji and left.
Lin Yuqing went out. As the drizzle and cool breeze stirred up, two people who were guarding the hall helped her get into the oxcart. One of them asked: "My lord, you look wrong. Are you sure that Su Ziji framed him?" of you?"
"Go back first!" Lin Yuqing didn't answer immediately. He just waved his hand and heard a shout. The bullock cart moved. In this weather, there were almost no pedestrians at the alley. He went out smoothly. Only the hooves of the bullocks fell down when they stepped on the muddy water. sound.
"Can this feeling be remembered in retrospect? It was just that I was at a loss at the time."
Listening to the drizzle falling now and then slowly, Lin Yuqing read the poem written by Su Ziji again and sighed: "If only in the past, we might have become close friends..."
Pity.
Su Ziji regretted that Lin Yuqing had a talent for chess and chess, but in the end he was just a puppet of Lin Guo in Dazheng, an informant, and a possibly important chess piece, and could not become a chess player.
As for Lin Yuqing, it was a pity that Su Ziji was a teenager. Huiyuan was young and handsome. Although he had never focused on chess, he still had talent. He could write good poems casually, and the poems were more to his liking.
It's not that we have to make a mortal enemy, we can make friends as early as possible, and there is no mistake. It's not that difficult to become close friends.
To be honest, although I have a good relationship with Mr. Fang Xiaohou of Dazheng, it is mainly due to the long contact time and my deliberate catering. In terms of speculation, Su Zi would be in Fang Xiaohou's position, or the two of them would have been together for a long time. They won't just be friends, but become lifelong friends.
As soon as the words changed, Lin Yuqing showed a sneer and said: "Whether it was framed by Su Ziji or not, according to what is written on the note, this person is a descendant of the former crown prince of Dazheng. Because of the incident more than ten years ago, I have been with the crown prince." A blood feud has been formed in the same lineage, what is written on it is true, I am afraid this matter will not be rectified."
This is a secret battle, either you die or I live.
There was a piece of hair between his fingers, and you couldn't see it unless you looked carefully.
This was when he leaned over to read the poem written by Su Ziji while no one was paying attention, and took it away from Su Ziji's shoulder.
Originally, he didn't come to Taohua Lane to reconcile with Su Ziji, let alone to see the complicated expression on Mr. Fang Xiaohou's face.
Now that I have decided to return to my country, it would not be my style if I didn't say something in return before leaving.
Moreover, based on the conclusions drawn from his connections within the government circle, Emperor Zheng seems to have regretted the incident involving the prince, and will miss the prince even more as time goes by as his sons compete for the throne more and more fiercely.
As a descendant of the crown prince, Su Zi may be able to reach great heights even if he is still alive.
Judging from the current national strength of Dazheng and Lin State, it would be impossible for him to live a peaceful life if he fled back to Lin State one day.
Lin Yuqing handed the hair to his attendant: "This is Su Ziji's hair. As soon as we evacuate, please ask Mr. Yan to perform a spell immediately."
"My lord, the cost of performing magic in Beijing is very high." The follower hesitated: "And Su Ziji..."
"This person is just a Huiyuan now, but not a nobleman. He can cast spells. And I just want to influence a little bit, not kill him." Lin Yuqing said calmly: "So I just interfere with his It’s just a palace examination, it would be better if I could not disobey you in front of you.”
