Fang Jinshi put down his wine glass and said, "Okay, I'll call you."
Yun Nuer went to greet Li Shishi, Liang Hongyu and the others. The three of them all came out of Goulan Courtyard, but they all had something in common to talk about.
Fang Jinshi walked very slowly, because he had to think about how he could move the golden cotton to play a song for Master Li. Although she was just a girl, she was very arrogant in her bones. Who could she want to do? There is no way to stop her. For example, she came to the Fang family to be a concubine, but if she didn't want to do it, no one could force her to do it. For example, the show king Zhao Zicheng asked her to choose a husband.
He walked to the door of the West Courtyard, but Jin Mian couldn't refuse a good argument. He knocked on the door. Mrs. Liu who opened the door saw that it was him and said happily: "The young master is here."
Fang Jinshi nodded and said, "Is Miss Huang here?" Sister-in-law Liu quickly said, "Yes, yes."
She let Fang Jinshi into the courtyard and trotted to repay him. Huang Jinmian knew that in her eyes, Fang Jinshi never came to the west courtyard for a long time and never spent the night here. This was something that made her feel aggrieved, and her heart was filled with anger. I am really worried about Huang Jinmian. She has been here before and always feels that it is not worthwhile for someone like Huang Jinmian to stay alone in the boudoir.
Fang Jinshi walked straight to the door of the room, but Huang Jinmian did not come out to greet him. Only Mrs. Liu invited him to sit at the table with a smile on her face and poured him a cup of hot tea.
Huang Jinmian didn't even raise her head to look at him. She was busy writing a word. Under the light of the red candle, she frowned slightly, lowered her head and held the brush, and wrote dozens of words on a piece of paper. The characters are all in neat regular script.
Fang Jinshi saw that Huang Jinmian ignored him, and even after two sips of tea he felt it was tasteless, so he stood up and walked closer, only to see Huang Jinmian composing another poem:
At dusk, the clouds close up, covering the small building in desolation.
How can I feel lonely and helpless at dusk?
Tired of letting the Qingjiang River flow upside down.
The frown becomes gentler, and I can rest in a dream after seeing all the prosperity.
How many things can happen in a song called Tao Yao? Be prepared.
Manli Yaoqin has another autumn.
This is a poem "Nanxiangzi". Fang Jinshi is familiar with poetry and can understand that her poem mainly talks about "desolation and loneliness". He stood aside and watched Huang Jinmian finish writing the poem, feeling in his heart Unavoidably a little unhappy, Huang Jinmian never raised his head to look at him, but the font of the last line was obviously inferior to the previous lines. Perhaps it was because Fang Jinshi was standing beside him that he could not calm down completely.
Huang Jinmian put away the brush and re-examined his work. Fang Jinshi praised it: "Good calligraphy, good words."
Huang Jinmian finally raised his head and looked at him and said, "What's so good about this word?"
Fang Jinshi was stunned. Huang Jinmian looked at him without a trace of smile on his face. Fang Jinshi had no choice but to say helplessly: "The words written by Miss Huang must be good."
He knew that saying such empty and obedient words would have no effect on Huang Jinmian, but he really had nothing to say, so he could only say this. Huang Jinmian said, "Do you really think this is a good poem?" Fang Jinshi had no choice but to say. He smiled and did not pick her up. Huang Jinmian said: "This poem is about a woman who is helpless and desolate, missing her former lover. Do you think it is a good poem?"
Fang Jinshi said: "Everyone will have sad moments. Ten times in the world will not go as planned, and everyone will feel helpless."
Huang Jinmian pressed forward and asked: "But this woman is your concubine, and the helpless thing is that she can't live and fly with the person she likes. Aren't you angry too?"
Fang Jinshi could only say: "I... of course I am unhappy."
Huang Jinmian said: "Why can't I see you angry? Even if you don't hit me or scold me, you still praise my good words. Is there a cowardly and useless man like you in the world?"
Fang Jinshi choked her speechlessly. He originally wanted to give her a good talk and let her play a piece of music, but he let her scold him like this for no reason, and his anger slowly rose in his heart.
Seeing that the situation was not right, Mrs. Liu hurried over to try to persuade her. As soon as she said: "Second Sister Huang..." Huang Jinmian said: "Sister-in-law Liu, go back to your room first."
Mrs. Liu sighed and had to go out by herself, closing the door behind her.
Huang Jinmian stared at Fang Jinshi, as if preparing to have a big quarrel with him. Fang Jinshi thought to himself: She didn't know what medicine she took wrongly, and she was looking for a quarrel today.
At this time, a gust of cold wind blew through, and the window pane was not closed. It immediately blew out the candle on the table, and the room fell into darkness. Huang Jinmian stood there, motionless.
Fang Jinshi walked to the window, stretched out his hand to close the window, and said slowly: "Why don't you even close the window? It's such a cold day."
Huang Jinmian suddenly cursed: "You coward, can't you even curse others? Why have I never seen you curse others? You are a fool, a stupid pig!"
Fang Jinshi stood in front of the window and never turned around. He seemed not to have heard her scolding. Instead, he said to himself: "This window can't be closed tightly. I must remember to find a carpenter to come and repair it tomorrow."
Huang Jinmian rushed to him frantically, reached out and grabbed his collar and cursed: "Did you hear, I'm calling you a coward and a stupid pig."
Fang Jinshi pushed her hand away with all his strength, straightened his clothes and said, "If you scold me, just scold me. I won't quarrel with you."
Huang Jinmian said angrily: "Why don't you argue with me?"
Fang Jinshi said: "You are not happy yourself, why should I let you disturb me and make you unhappy? What good will it do to me?"
Huang Jinmian suddenly froze, paused, reached for the poem on the table next to him, tore it into pieces angrily, threw it to the ground angrily, kicked the stool over again, and said angrily: "Yes, I'm the only one in the world who's unhappy, I'm going crazy, I don't even have anyone to quarrel with."
After she finished cursing, she finally squatted on the ground, and there was no movement for a long time.
Fang Jinshi felt pity for her in his heart. Although she fell in love with the show king Zhao Zicheng, and although she scolded Fang Jinshi so much, she was definitely a sweetheart. She was completely different from Liang Cuirong's calm demeanor and Yun Nuer's charming eyes. It's the opposite type. If she likes it, she likes it. If she doesn't like it, she doesn't like it. It will be shown on the surface and she will never lie.
He walked to the table and lit the candlestick with a fire stick. As soon as the fire was lit, Jin suddenly stood up from the ground, rushed to the table and knocked over the candlestick with a wave of his arms. The candlestick fell from the table to the ground and was immediately extinguished.
In this short bright time, Fang Jinshi had already seen her face burst into tears. He scratched his scalp and wanted to step forward to say a few words of comfort, but he was at a loss for words and couldn't find the right words.
Huang Jinmian knocked over the candlestick because she didn't want him to see her crying. Maybe today was a memorable day for her. This day might have something to do with Zhao Zicheng, which made her temper suddenly become arrogant and she couldn't control it. Own.
Fang Jinshi stood there for a long time. Although he was not afraid of others saying that a man and a woman were alone in a dark room, but thinking that Li Shishi and others were still waiting for him, he couldn't go back for too long. He sighed, walked slowly to the door, and pushed Opening the door, he turned around and said, "I'm leaving."
Fang Jinshi walked slowly into the courtyard and heard Huang Jinmian calling from behind: "Wait a minute."
He turned around. Although there was no light in the room, Huang Jinmian could be vaguely seen leaning in front of the door. Fang Jinshi said nothing, waiting for Huang Jinmian to speak.
Huang Jinmian said after a while: "You came to me, what's the matter?" She finally thought that Fang Jinshi didn't come to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, so there must be something wrong when he came to look for her. Fang Jinshi smiled and said: "It's nothing. , just stopped by to see you."
Huang Jinmian didn't believe what he said, so he tried to use a calm tone and said, "Just tell me."
Fang Jinshi had no choice but to say: "An important guest is here and wants to hear you play the piano, but forget it."
Huang Jinmian said: "Since we are an important guest, how can we let someone come back disappointed? With that concubine of yours here, you still want to find me, how can I not go?"
Fang Jinshi said: "If you are not in a good mood tonight, please try another day."
Huang Jinmian said: "You go back and stay with the guests for a while. I'll wash my face and come over. Don't worry."
Fang Jinshi wanted to say something more, but felt that he would not give her face by insisting on not letting her play the piano. He turned and left the west courtyard and went to the main room in the front courtyard. Yun Nuer saw him coming back alone and asked quietly: "Why didn't you invite me?" Are you there?"
Fang Jinshi whispered: "She will be here soon." He then said to Master Li with a smile: "Miss Master, I have been waiting for a long time. The piano player will be here soon. I am really sorry."
Liang Hongyu stood up and said: "The night is already dark, and it is always inconvenient to stay for a long time. Why don't you take the girl with you and ask the teacher for advice some other time."
Han Shizhong also said: "I'd better listen to the piano another day. I've listened to it all night and it's enough." He was a rough man, but it was rare for him to be so patient with Liang Hongyu and Master Li to do such an elegant thing. It was really out of love for his wife. Reality.
Fang Jinshi pondered for a moment and then said: "It's okay, the future will be long." He thought that even if Huang Jinmian came to play the piano, he might be in a turbulent mood and his level would be greatly reduced, so he forgot about it.
Han Shizhong and Fang Jinshi exchanged a few polite words, and Fang Jinshi sent them to the door. When they arrived in front of the tall screen wall, they heard a woman's voice behind them saying: "Aren't you guys going to listen to the piano? Why did you leave so quickly?"
Several people turned their heads and saw a woman standing there under a tree in the yard holding a piano under the not too bright lantern hanging from the eaves. It was Huang Jinmian.
Fang Jinshi could only say: "Several guests have important matters, so we can only wait until next time."
Huang Jinmian took a few steps closer to the stone table in the courtyard, put the qin in her hand on the stone table and said, "Thirteen strings, I haven't been playing for a long time. Guests, please help yourself." It turned out that what she brought was not the qin. , but a thirteen-string guzheng.
She asked the guests to help themselves, and asked them to ignore her. Huang Jinmian sat down, pressed the Yueshan on the guzheng, and played the first note.
At this time, she was sitting in a brightly lit place with a calm face. The firelight shone on her face. From the side, she looked like a beautiful woman. She had never shown her zheng skills in front of others. At this time, she started playing. , the sound began to be gentle, then gradually became sharper, like the sound of abacus beads dropped on a plate, and it seemed like a person and a horse walking alone in the empty world, the sound of the horse's bell ringing, sweet and sweet, her fingers Getting faster and faster, like thousands of horses and thousands of troops fighting from behind, the sound of gold and iron is heard on the strings of the zither.
