legacy

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Today, when Shang Jianzuo was rich in the Spring and Autumn Period, he had already had children.This year's concubine Pei is happy to have a dragon son, and she made up seven.There are not many seven sons, if you count only the young phoenix, it will be quite impressive.The Tao is that the first emperor's establishment of the crown prince does not depend on which virtuous benevolent, but which one will be born.

Mostly because he would give birth, he didn't need to be adopted in the clan, so the siblings who should die of illness after ascending to power, and those who should turn around.It's hard to say that he killed them all, and there are two left: one is an idiot with a big dream of being a knight-errant, the other is a scumbag who has a heart for the battlefield, and the poor new general is afraid of killing chickens; Died first, I guess God sees that their role as decoration is extremely limited, so with a swipe of a pen, he was accepted early; also because he will give birth, Li Chu didn't even have to think about it: first, the eldest son and the second son died early, and the third son died early. It was born after the Yuan Dynasty, and it should succeed the Datong; secondly, at that time, the state of Yan defeated Beidi, and Yu Qian, the prime minister of the right, gained power for a while, and then he stepped in to remonstrate and set up a reserve, and Emperor Yan pushed the boat along with the current; Leisurely.

He boasted that he had completed the three major events of Lihou, Lichu, and Chuigong, and he stayed with people in Jiaofang and Liyuan all day long; he also called several piano masters to fill the palace, all of them were handsome and handsome, and the left wind was forbidden in the court.The ministers thought it was lucky that a word "obscenity" was better than a "faint" written by Zhubi.

In the early years, Master Yan had no victories and lost several lands, and the theory of the Lord's Harmony was rampant.It was rare for Emperor Yan to get out of the gentle village, and even the chaos was full of blood and blood. First, he used the ancestral system to dismiss a group of magistrates from all walks of life who were crying for poverty. When it sings, it is over, and when it sings, it is silent in all directions.

As a result, the quarrel with the vice-jun was deepening, and the love between father and son was squeezed to the bottom of the sea, and the father had to be filial to the son-the father must be unkind, but the son must be filial, and the vice-jun is having a hard time.

The Qianqiu Festival is approaching, and Princess Jiayi brings her daughter into the palace.

In spring and summer, the sun is shining brightly, calamus and larkspur embrace a pool of clear waves, green and verdant, which is very pleasant.The Chisheng stone platform is three feet square. On the platform, there is a luthier who plays the piano and an actor who sings long songs.The qin is a good qin, and the actor's songs are a bit inferior, but the success lies in the subtlety of the words, which has a special taste.

Princess Jiayi drank two cups of Wuyi Rock, frowned and said softly: "Since the death of the emperor's wife, Zi Huan has become thinner and thinner day by day. I see that he is exhausted, but he hopes to get closer to the emperor's brother—"

Yan Bochen pointed to a plate of rose cakes and tapped the edge with his fingernails: "Fifth Brother remembers that this was the best thing when you were young. Tea is Xin Gong's water golden turtle, and it also suits your taste."

The eldest princess knew that there was no room for change, she took a deep breath, and the residual heat in her heart gradually dissipated.She broke off a small half of the food and ate it. It tasted like chewing wax: "Ahan was arrogant, crying and making noises, and begged His Majesty to put up a lantern, and His Majesty agreed. As the years got older, the Lantern Festival lanterns became more and more exquisite and festive every year. But it gets weaker every year. Thinking back now, such things always stay for a short time."

"If you like it, I will make another one and send it to the house some other day."

"No need." Not far away, Princess Xinyang was having a quarrel with Vice-jun Zihuan, pestering him to comb his hair together, her coquettish demeanor was even worse than her back then.I don't know what trick he used, she was sullen for a while, and after a while she smiled again——Zi Huan is more deceptive than the Emperor Brotherhood back then.

The eldest princess was suddenly warm and cold, and said nothing.

Emperor Yan tasted tea and enjoyed music, but did not answer the conversation.Although he is addicted to leisure and pleasure, he is pampered and doesn't like to grow beards, so he is still young.The desolate years hammered out a pair of oil and salt that did not enter the heart, washed away the warmth of human relationships, and could cut off most of the power. As for the physical body, only a few light lines were added at the end of the eyes.The eldest princess wanted to find his old spirit, but saw him watching the actors on the lake for a moment.The actor's face is covered with colorful ink, and he is tall and tall. He is indeed a handsome man.She forcefully praised: "This actor is very suitable for the emperor's sister, I wonder if the emperor can give up his love?"

"It's also very flattering to me," Emperor Yan lifted the lid of the cup and knocked it, not thinking that his words shocked the world, "Especially between the beds."

The eldest princess accidentally turned over the cup, her face pale.

Emperor Yan had no shame, didn't know what to think about, and continued: "Qi Shuang does have a good voice, but he is not good at it. I will give it to the imperial sister after a while in Jiaofang. What do you think?"

The eldest princess pulled the corners of her lips forcefully, only to feed the dog with all her longings and worries.

Princess Xinyang was sleepy from playing, and ran into the water pavilion bewilderedly, begging her mother to hug her.Xiao'er was worry-free and fearless, he flung himself into her arms, but couldn't let go of his cousin's tuanlong robe, he locked a corner in his fist and wouldn't let go.

The vice-lord stands facing the wind, with the posture of a dragon and a phoenix.The more the eldest princess looked at her, the more joyful she became, and the more she looked at her, the more disappointed she became. Fortunately, he was more like the empress Yuan, who was more dignified and quiet than her older brother.She made a piece of rose pancake and said to him, "Zi Huanqing lost weight, and I also blamed your father, and sent all the difficult things to the East Palace. If you don't grow any more meat next time, the emperor will ignore you."

Yan Zihuan took the fire cake, kneaded it for a while, but didn't eat it.At that time, the actors stopped singing, and the sound of the qin on the lake was clearly recognizable. It was "Yi Lan Cao".He shook his head and said in a gentle voice: "My father's kindness, I don't want to let it down. Aunt Huang is at ease, Zi Huan will definitely listen to the teachings, I am afraid that Aunt Huang will not recognize my nephew when I see you next time." He grew up with Jiayi. The princess and Princess Xinyang were chatting and laughing, sweeping away the undercurrent, only when the eldest princess turned around, she met Emperor Yan's eyes.

Father and son are on the same stage, singing and composing are excellent, hundreds of times more interesting than Chishang Opera.

Qi Shuang no longer probed, and the luthier Lou Xiang was still playing, unaware of the blood on the strings.Qi Shuang coughed twice, flipped her sleeves and slapped the end of the piano. Unexpectedly, the magic sounds kept coming, but he was startled by Lou Xiang.The luthier's ten fingers are hooked up like a refined scholar in ancient times, his complexion is ashen and completely human.

His eyes pierced from the water pavilion, extremely cold.

The music of the qin suddenly changed, and the ditty tune was like a charming smile.

Qi Shuang pretended to caress her temples, squinted her eyes while hanging her wide sleeves as a barrier, and the vice-lord of the Eastern Palace broke up cakes and fed the koi in the pond, swimming leisurely.Groups of fish were either scattered in all directions or dived below, but they gathered in front of the water pavilion.The sun shines on the golden scales, shining brightly, coming in bustling, and leaving in silence.The fish in the pond treats people to eat each other, and the fish under the knife is eaten by people. This is the case for thousands of years.

It is Yeyue and the stars are scarce.

Qi Shuang sang opera and watched a good play during the day, she just wanted to sleep soundly without dreams until dawn.Since ancient times, people's wishes have not been fulfilled, he went to the couch on the front foot, and arrived at the back foot, so he had to accept his fate and change his clothes, and went on the road sleepily.Suddenly hearing a crisp sound, Qi Shuang fixed his eyes and saw Lou Xiang picking up a ring pendant, and the palace remained the same.The two of them did not talk speculatively, and remained silent all the way.

In the hall, Emperor Yan had a drink by the window, with a pair of wine glasses on the table.

Qi Shuang knew the fun, leaned one shoulder, put a small bundle of crow's hair between his lips, stretched his neck and lowered his head to hold the ears of the half moon, the wine dripped down, soaking the ripped lapel.Before he drank half a cup of fine wine, his pupils turned slowly, as if he was stupefied: "The officials are late, so I will punish myself with a cup first."

What he did was sloppy, like blowing clouds and water.Lou Xiang couldn't follow suit and swallowed it whole.

Emperor Yan's breath was steady but not chaotic, and he said indifferently: "Play the piano."

Lou Xiang is no longer a luthier, but he still does not forget the past.He cleaned his hands step by step and burned the incense, the fragrance was similar to the day before yesterday, when he was about to start the sound, Emperor Yan said: "The ancient music is tasteless and boring, change to another one."

The song rises tremblingly, the overtones and scattered sounds are harmonious and gloomy, and it is unbearably gorgeous.

Emperor Yan took out a stack of flattened list papers from his pillow and threw it in front of Qi Shuang: "Lie down."

With a quick glance, Qi Shuangfei flattened out more than a dozen memorials with the intention of the main battle one by one. After lying down, he thought extremely coldly, if Yu Dang, who presented the memorials, saw this situation, would he wish he could touch the pillar and die.

The pet's reaction obviously pleased the faint king.

The blue and gray under his eyelids are not as conspicuous as in the daytime, and he is sluggish like a mist, while the lines at the end of his eyes are as sharp as a knife, showing a tired and ungrateful feeling, and his lips are also thin, as if the edge of a blade is bloody.As for the pupils, they are neither cloudy nor cloudy, without emotion or desire, empty and empty, and the world is just a play.

Qi Shuang lay on her back and asked, "And then?"

The extremely thin lips were bent, and the words were spoken very lightly.

The sound of the piano is in chaos!

The fragrance in the temple is light, but the fragrance is rich.

Yan Bochen admired it for a while, but felt that it was lacking.Below the red lips, black and white blend together, which still looks shy to him.

……young bird.

He arrived at the bed, flipped his hands, and poured a whole glass of new wine from his lips and tongue: "The peerless pair of the Forbidden Court? This is what you call—the peerless in the Forbidden Court?"

……

Qin swallows and swallows, but it doesn't stop.He couldn't tell whether there was another mourning sound, and he only focused on sensing the vitality in his body.The foreign pet just closed his eyes and smiled and devoured people—there was no sound of mourning, he did hear a dumb laugh, and suddenly opened his three fingers, as if to tear him apart.

The string broke.

Lou Xiang was paralyzed behind the piano, his body in a mess; Qi Shuang had already passed out; it was him who was laughing.

Yan Bochen put his relatives on the couch together and invited Lou Xiang.

The luthier stopped on his knees, and before he could untie his belt, the topknot was roughly pressed down.After a while, he choked and coughed, but he didn't get any instructions for a long time. He looked at it in confusion, and saw a crumpled note hanging on the edge of the couch, and the word "war" at the bottom was mostly fainted.He stealthily raised his eyes—Yan Bochen put on a thin quilt for Qi Shuang, just looking at him—kneeling and took a few steps back.

It's been two months since Lou Xiang has been doing this to you, and Yan Bochen just took the initiative to read his life history today.He thought that this must be a person who grew up in the peaceful world, refined and without edge, without ambition, hatred and compassion, and the idea of ​​breaking the boat, and now he is fighting physically and mentally, and going to the inner court, he doesn't know why.

"You leave the incense, and you don't have to come back in the future."

The luthier fell to the ground in panic.

The burnout came back again, but it had nothing to do with drowsiness; it was dark outside the eaves, and it was useless to look at it. Yan Bochen pondered for a while and said, "When Donggong asked about it, he said that I like the new and dislike the old. As for the incense, let's talk about it for fun. It fits the spleen and stomach." He unfolded and folded the playing several times, and then took a few breaths: "He promised you—"

The luthier was sobbing, and wiped away the tears on the piano.

This night will be a quarter longer than the day before, one more question and one less question, without any loss.Yan Bochen

Without asking too much, he ordered the luthier to leave.

Lou Xiang corrected her clothes, bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, and retreated with her qin in her arms.

Yan Bochen was silent for a while, and tore up the memorial without hesitation, before sending people in to serve him.