In a blink of an eye, it’s the first day of March.
March in the south of the Yangtze River is full of spring.
The willows on both sides of the West Lake in Pingjiang City have become green. The spring water of the lake is rippling in the spring breeze. Several painted boats float lazily on the lake. The occasional sound of pianos softens the sunset on the lake into the appearance of red silk.
On this West Lake, on one of the boats called Silver Hook.
There were six boys, one girl and seven teenagers standing on the deck of the second floor.
Among them, the girl wearing a moon-white dress is the most conspicuous.
She stood on the bow of the boat, facing the sunset and into the wind.
The river breeze blew her dress and her long shawl hair.
Her eyes were like a stream of autumn water, but they were not moved by the wind.
Her eyes were calm and clear, showing an indifferent look.
There are no extra accessories on her body because she doesn’t need any extra accessories to embellish her look.
A sword hung from her waist and a harp was slung on her back.
The sword is a short sword measuring one foot six inches.
The harp... is a six-stringed harp placed in a mahogany box.
The whole person is clean and neat, coupled with that pretty face that is white and rosy... When she stands there, she gives people a faint, floating feeling like a wisp of Zen, like a painting, coming out of the dust, and entering the smoke.
This is a natural temperament.
In layman's terms, it means keeping strangers away, just like lotus flowers in summer, which can be viewed from a distance but not played with.
Her name is Xia Hua.
The close disciple of the Tianyin Pavilion Pavilion Master, the future Tianyin Pavilion Pavilion Master, the talented girl Xia Hua with extraordinary talents in both civil and military arts!
She is the only disciple of Tianyin Pavilion who can practice both piano and sword.
Her sword can kill, and her harp can kill too.
This time I was ordered to leave Tianshan by my master, mainly to gain experience in the world, and secondarily to kill people.
Kill a man named Li Chenan.
This is the first day when we arrive at Pingjiang City in Ningguo.
She had never taken the young man named Li Chenan seriously before, but since entering Pingjiang City, she suddenly found that all she heard were the deeds of Li Chenan——
Year eighteen.
Born in Guangling City.
I was a fool for the first seventeen years.
I suddenly had an enlightenment on March 3 last year.
Then, it was just like what was written in the play, no, it was even more outrageous than the play!
He actually became the eldest son of the Ning Kingdom and the regent of the Ning Kingdom in just over half a year!
These rumors are not much different from the news sent by Saburo, which means that they are not rumors, but his true deeds.
Especially the letter from Saburo I received yesterday.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince came back from Ningguo in disgrace, thanks to Li Chenan's gift!
He, Li Chenan, had already left Ningguo Kyoto. He had not met with His Highness the Crown Prince, but he had caused His Highness the Crown Prince to return without success... This is like an expert at playing chess. He had already lost his pieces and had cut off His Highness the Crown Prince's escape route. .
It even made it impossible for His Royal Highness to have the ambition to attack Ningguo.
This young man named Li Chenan is really an extremely dangerous person.
Her face suddenly turned cold.
For Wu's national plan, he should be killed!
Just when Xia Hua was thinking about this, there was suddenly the sound of a piano in the cabin, and for a moment, there was singing.
The sound of the piano is resentful, and the singing is desolate.
This scene was not very agreeable, but Xia Hua still tilted her ears slightly and listened carefully.
"Ten years of life and death are blurred,
If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other,
My face is covered with dust...and my temples are like frost. "
Xia Hua was suddenly surprised. This poem was so well done that it completely expressed the sadness in the poet's heart... It seemed like she had seen such sadness before...
Xia Hua's heart skipped a beat, she thought of her mother!
Her mother’s name is Miao Qiuqin!
Mother seems happy.
The reason why I use the word "seem" is because once in the night, under the moonlight, when my mother was alone, her face clearly showed the endless sadness.
Then, she roughly understood where her mother’s sadness came from——
That man named Wen Boiyu!
The mother married the father, but she did not marry the love she wanted!
In the blink of an eye, that stinky man named Wen Boiyu had left his mother for twenty years, but her mother still did not think about it and could not forget it.
If we meet again, will we no longer know each other? Our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
There was the sound of the piano again, and after a while, there was singing again:
"At night, you have a deep dream and suddenly return home,
Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the intestines will break every year,
Moonlight night... short pine hill! "
The singing echoed in the night wind, seeming to make the afterglow of the sunset even sadder.
The sound of the piano is still playing, getting lighter and lighter, and this is the end.
Xia Hua thought about it for a moment and suddenly said: "When it comes to poetry and articles, Ning Guo's heritage is more profound."
"I have long heard that the south of the Yangtze River in the Ning Kingdom is the place where many literati came from... Such a memorial poem cannot be written by a young man."
"It must have been done by Ning Guoyi, a great scholar who lost his beloved."
"I'll go in and ask Miss Miaomiao. I should pay a visit to this great scholar. Maybe I can get a good poem."
After saying this, Xia Hua turned around, moved her lotus steps lightly, and entered the cabin, arriving in front of Miss Miaomiao on the table in front.
Miaomiao raised her head, stood up, and said a long blessing to Xia Hua.
The beautiful lady in front of me has taken over the silver-hook painted boat, and she is now her most distinguished guest.
"Hello, miss!"
Miaomiao stretched out her hand and said, "Miaomiao revisited this lyrics and music, and fell into its mood for a moment. I have disturbed the lady. Please forgive me...Miss, please come this way!"
The two came to a tea table nearby.
Miaomiao took the fire dumplings, lit the tea stove, and brewed a pot of tea.
Xia Hua opened her mouth and asked:
"The lyrics and music are great!"
"I just want to know who wrote the lyrics and music?"
Miss Miaomiao smiled faintly, stretched out a hand to smooth a few strands of hair that had been blown by the wind around her ears, and said:
"This song was composed by the masters of Shang Dynasty... After the masters of Shang Dynasty died in the uprising in Kyoto last year, this song became a masterpiece."
"As for this poem... it was written by Mr. Li, the Poet Immortal of our Ning Kingdom and the current regent, Li Chen'an."
Xia Hua was suddenly startled, her beautiful eyes widened and she stared at Miaomiao intently. After five breaths, she asked in surprise:
"You said, this poem was written by Li Chenan?"
Miss Miaomiao took the tea into the pot and nodded slightly:
"Of course, this word was coined on the Mid-Autumn Festival night last year."
"That night, Mr. Li was in the literary world of Kyoto. He wrote sixteen poems in a row that were unrivaled in the world. He defeated the talented young men from the Yue Kingdom Imperial Academy in one fell swoop!"
"For this reason, the late emperor named Mr. Li the Poet Immortal... In the hearts of brothel girls like us, his status as regent is not heavy. On the contrary, we prefer his status as the Poet Immortal."
Miaomiao pursed her lips and smiled, with a blush flying on her face:
"For such a talented man, I heard he is extremely handsome. Who among all the women in the world would not admire him?"
Miao Miao suddenly sighed:
"It's a pity that a person with a humble status like me can only keep that love deep in my heart."
"After all, the person he really likes is the third lady of Zhongli Mansion."
"I heard that there is another one now, and it is said that she is Xi Wei's daughter... They are very blessed people... Mr. Li values love and righteousness, and would rather give up his country than abandon his beauty... The story of him and Miss Ruoshui, Xu Neng It was written down and handed down for thousands of years.”
Miaomiao suddenly raised her eyes to look at Xia Hua and joked: "Young lady has the beauty of ice and snow. If you ask the men in the world who can match her... I think Mr. Li is the only one!"
