Ballad of Tianmen

The king of Chu is like a puppet. In the court hall of the state of Chu, he respects Princess Xuancheng on the one hand, and Feng Lin from Xiangguo on the other.The Feng family is a big family. When Chu State was still a vassal state, it controlled the political power of Chu State for generations. Even when the late king Chu Li was alive, he was very courteous to Feng Lin.This current Prime Minister of Chu, Feng Lin, has no children, only a few daughters.His most beloved daughter, Feng Min, has a close relationship with Princess Xuancheng, and Chu Feihuan is extremely conniving towards the Feng family.

Xuancheng Academy was just a place where Chu Feihuan stayed temporarily because he didn't want to bring her back to the Princess Mansion.Unlike the disciples and masters in the academy, Yin Wuyi's life can be described as leisurely and elegant, but it is also extremely boring.Pieces of green bamboo leaves fluttered in the air, engulfed in vigor, and drew traces on the bamboo pole.The bird fluttered its wings from the forest and flew up in a hurry.The rustling wind suddenly quieted down.In this bamboo forest courtyard, only the melodious sound of the piano is left.

"Even the birds were startled away, Miss Yin, you are not as calm as you appear on the surface." A teasing voice sounded, Yin Wuyi's eyes sank, and the strings in his hand plucked, a bamboo leaf flew towards the voice like a flying knife to the source. The sound of "touch—" was the sound of a jar breaking, and the aroma of wine spread in the courtyard. The swaying woman in white fell in front of Yin Wuyi, her drunken eyes seemed a little bit Can't open it.

"Feng Jing." The name came out from Yin Wuxin's lips.

"I didn't expect you to remember me." Even his breath smelled of alcohol, and Feng Jing's clothes were a little wet. The bamboo leaf hit it just now, and the wine jar was broken and stained. It's a pity that the jar is full of fine wine.She sat lazily on the stone table opposite Yin Wuwu, resting her chin on her hands, looking at her dimly. "You played "Tianmen Ballad", right? Don't try to deny it. I have seen portraits with various postures playing this piece."

"So what, I came down from Tianmen Mountain, and it's common for me to know this, so it's nothing to make a fuss about." Yin Wuyi said indifferently.

"It's always so boring." Feng Jing pouted and stood up, stretching.The pupils finally opened, and what flowed out was pure light without impurities.Like a curious child, her gaze slowly fell from Yin Wuxin's face to her lap.Before Yin Wuyi noticed her thoughts, Feng Jing had already taken a step ahead, grabbed Yin Wuyi's wrist, and put it on her pulse.The person who had been looking at the drunken man was now sober.

"Your legs..." made a swallowing movement, and Feng Jing's face showed a bit of surprise.Yin Wuyi's body was already full of killing intent at this time, but Feng Jing didn't seem to realize it, and completed the unfinished sentence just now, "Several kinds of toxins are in the body, and you can use your legs to be disabled in exchange for a chance to survive. , is indeed worth it.”

Yin Wuxin raised his other hand, and there seemed to be a dark light flickering between his fingers.Feng Jing smiled nonchalantly, pressed her hand calmly, and continued: "This poison is not without cure. It is said that there is a snow spirit grass growing in the abyss of Montenegro that can cure all poisons. But—— —" After a pause, he turned his head, "As far as I know, the only snow spirit grass has been taken by His Highness three years ago."

"You know quite a lot." Yin Wuyi snorted and looked at Feng Jing as the killing intent gradually subsided.

"That's natural. I know astronomy on the top and geography on the bottom of Feng Jing. There is nothing I don't know." Feng Jing raised his head slightly, raised his eyebrows, and said with a bit of pride on his face.

"No wonder your father Xiangguo doesn't mind that you are a girl, he values ​​you and wants to win you over." Yin Wuyi said coldly.

"Hehe, I have nothing to do with that old Feng Lin." Speaking of Feng's family, Feng Jing's eyes finally changed, and there seemed to be some hatred.Not wanting to delve into this issue, Feng Jing brushed her hair and said with a smile, "It's just that there are some things that even I don't know. Who are you? What's going on between you and His Highness Xuancheng?" ?”

"Your Highness and I are just strangers who just met." Squinting his eyes, Yin Wuyi looked indifferent, but his words were long and seemed to be mixed with light sighs.

"Come on, I see that you can't hide the look in your eyes when you talk about Your Highness." Yin Yiyi really didn't have any expression on her face, but Feng Jing's drunken eyes could see everything as if she saw everything through a fog. Flowers are generally not real, she just said it based on her own guess, but it caused Yin Wuwu to subconsciously make a cover-up.It was a light laugh at first, and then amplified, it was not as rough as those men, but it was not as loud as those little girls.

Yin Wuwu showed a bit of annoyance on his face, and looked at the laughing drunk in front of him in disbelief.The expression changed again and again, Yin Wuwu finally asked: "What do you want?"

"Me?" Pointing to himself, Feng Jing stopped laughing, licked his somewhat dry lips, looked at Yin Wuyi with burning eyes, murmured his lips, and said innocently, "I just want to make friends with you. .”

"..."

"If you don't answer, I'll take it as your agreement." Feng Jing nodded and said with a smile, "You just broke my jar of wine, shouldn't you compensate me?"

"I don't drink, and I don't have any wine." Yin Wuwu replied.

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes. "You don't have any, but His Highness has a lot of good wine hidden there. If you ask His Highness for some, she will definitely give it to you."

"Why don't you go by yourself?" She glanced at Feng Jing suspiciously, to be able to bully Feng Min in the academy like this, she thinks she has a good relationship with His Highness Xuancheng.Although this Feng Jing belongs to the Feng family, it can be seen that the current situation is not closely related to Feng Lin, Chu Feihuan must treat her well not only because he is afraid of the Feng family.

"You guessed it right, I have a very close personal relationship with His Highness, but because of Master, His Highness also refuses to give me wine." Feng Jing spread his hands, looking very helpless.

"..." This master must be talking about Cang Lan, and Yin Wuxin's gaze began to become strange.

"Why do you look at me like that?" Feng Jing trembled and said dissatisfiedly, being a little surprised by Yin Wuwu's gaze.

"Master is Canglan?" asked the doubt in his heart.

"Cang Lan used to be the female historian next to His Highness, but now she is the master of Xuancheng Academy. How can I have any bad thoughts." Before Yin Wuyi said anything, Feng Jing recruited her, but the look on her face It doesn't look like what she said in her own mouth.

"By the way, since we are friends, let me tell you one more thing, about His Highness." Feng Jing still smiled calmly at Yin Wuyi's distrustful gaze, "Actually, there are many rumors about this matter. Everyone in the capital of Chu knows it. About three years ago, Qin State was still at war with Chu State, and His Highness personally led the troops to the Nanhuai River. Originally, the situation of our army was not as good as that of Qin State, and we lost many In the city, even His Royal Highness was seriously injured and lost his trace."

"and then?"

"Then His Highness came back, and she brought a beautiful masked woman with her. No one has seen the appearance of that woman, and they don't know where she came from. That woman is a mythical news in the army. , Your Highness is a womanizer, it has long been a public matter in the army, and when everyone thought His Highness would be with that woman, she disappeared again. Later, His Highness led the troops back to Pucheng, as if this person had never existed Usually, everyone will mention it at the beginning, and then gradually stop talking about it, what happened in the middle, no one knows except His Highness, maybe now, even His Highness doesn't know." He looked at Yin Wuyi meaningfully. , "There are too many other coincidences, don't you think?"

"How would I know." Yin Wuyi pursed her lips and said with a faint smile.

"There is a profile portrait of that woman left in Your Highness's mansion, you can take a look if you have a chance."

"The portrait looks very similar to Feng Min, but I don't think Feng Min can show that demeanor. Besides, how could Feng Min know "Tianmen Ballad"?"

"Why did you tell me these things?" Yin Wuyi pursed her lips and asked a little unnaturally.

"You owe me this story for ten jars of old wine, but it's a lot." Feng Jing smiled, waved his hand, and a very light whisper dissipated in the wind. "I know you won't hurt Your Highness."