The Laughing Usa of the Red Chamber

Shen Yulin pursed her lips and smiled secretly, just now she said that the whole Dajin could not find a clean and honest official who just took his salary, but now he complied with the preface.

It was clearly autumn, but Liu Xianzu's back was covered with cold sweat, and he couldn't think of any excuses. His father and brother donated to the government together the year before last, and the iron-clad facts lay...

Liu Xianzu was extremely annoyed at the moment, he seldom showed up when there were many visitors on weekdays, even if he was beaten to death, he would never have thought that just teaching a troublemaker would attract the prince...

He had also met Ji Qian before. At that time, his uncle had passed his fiftieth birthday, and he made a special trip to deliver postcards to several lords. Unlike the rare treasures of others, this lord only sent a plain plaque of honest government for the people. Still lying behind the screen and laughing.

"Forgive me, my lord. This shop...is just a property of the clan. The grassroots are here to inspect..."

His lies were very clumsy, and Ji Qian didn't bother to expose him. Many of the sons and daughters of officials were in business, and most of them hung under the door of their slaves. After careful investigation, even his Yongning lineage could not be freed from the relationship, so he said: "Forget it, count me as the king." Give Liu Ye a face."

Liu Xianzu seemed to be pardoned, and said happily: "Thank you, my lord..."

As he said that, he took a peek at Shen Yulin's master and servant, really uncertain about the origin of this young man who claimed to be a lowly official.

Seeing this, Shen Yulin smiled and said, "So it's Mr. Liu, sinking..."

Ji Qian said indifferently: "What are you talking about with him?"

He glanced at the square brocade box in Jinxiu's embrace with dark black eyes, paused, and said, "Mr. Shen's [-]th birthday gift next month?"

Shen Yulin was stunned, and said with a smile: "My lord has good eyesight."

"Is there nothing to do for the supervisor?"

Shen Yulin lowered his eyes and replied: "Go back to your lord, today Yulin is on rotation."

Ji Qian pursed his lips, feeling that the title "Wang Ye" was harsher than ever before.

Liu Xianzu caught a glimpse of his gloomy face, panicked in his heart, and hurriedly smiled and said, "It's a good fortune for my lord to visit Wenyafang, I don't know my lord..."

Ji Qian glanced at him and said, "Qingyu returns to the glass."

Liu Xianzu's smile froze, can he say that the piano is an imitation?

Shen Yulin raised his eyebrows slightly, although it was not as good as Yunquan Songming, it was also a famous piano, unexpectedly this Wenyafang was hidden dragon and crouching tiger.

The man in the bamboo hat who had been silent all this time sighed suddenly, and said: "The Qingyu Huishang is a very unknown thing, it's fine for personal use, if you give it to someone else, think twice, Your Excellency."

Ji Qian raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it okay to use the unknown thing for yourself?"

The man in the bamboo hat said softly: "The supreme one has a hundred spirits to protect the body, and the most precious one can avoid all evils. Those who can use this piano in the world... can't be said, can't be said."

Ji Qian pursed his lips and said to Liu Xianzu: "Is there anything else?"

The green feather returned the glass but he promised to be the dowry gift for Miss Wang's family, this liar is very sensible, Liu Xianzu secretly thought.

Seeing Ji Qian's question, Liu Xianzu came back to his senses, and quickly smiled and said: "Going back to my lord, a handful of Yunquan Songming just entered our store five days ago, and the tone is really amazing... Would you like to see it, my lord? "

Ji Qian nodded.

Liu Xianzu hurriedly ordered someone to fetch the piano. Shen Yulin looked at it and saw that the piano was covered with cloud patterns. It can be seen that the workmanship is extremely fine, the wood is relatively new, and the paint color is moist. It must be within 50 years. The color is slightly wrong, the third and seventh strings are ordinary snow-through strings, while the rest have no visible material, and the string color is transparent and slightly yellowish.

Ji Qian glanced at the small wooden price tag on the piano box, and nodded to Li Pingsheng behind him. Li Pingsheng understood, took a stack of silver notes from his sleeve, counted ten, and handed it to Liu Xianzu.

Liu Xianzu hastily declined and said: "It's a good thing that the prince likes this Qin, Caomin is willing to..."

Li Pingsheng said with a smile: "You take what is given to you."

Liu Xianzu was about to accept it smoothly, when he heard the man in the bamboo hat sigh softly and said: "This piano uses four feet of nanmu, but mine is five feet, why don't you change it?"

Liu Xianzu's smile froze, did he not read the almanac when he went out today?

At this time, Ji Qian suddenly said: "Take wood for Qin?"

The man in the bamboo hat nodded slightly, and said again: "I will change with you now, okay?"

Ji Qian said with a smile: "Five feet for four feet, it's not a loss, but I want to give this piano away, but I can't."

The man in the bamboo hat said with a smile: "This piano belongs to an old man. I'm just thinking about it. If you don't dislike it, how about I make another one for this young master?"

Shen Yulin raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "Why are you talking about officials... Isn't senior just joking?"

The man in the bamboo hat said with a low smile, "Is it a piece of music that was given away indiscriminately?"

Shen Yulin was startled.

"Two months later, Xiao Xuanting took the piano."

The echo was still in my ears, but there was no trace of the person. The servant behind Liu Xianzu screamed, it turned out that the piano box was empty.

......

When the lights came on, Shen Yulin and Ji Qian walked side by side in the willow grove, two pairs of autumn boots stepped on the fallen leaves together, the sound was even.

This forest has always been remote and rarely populated, Shen Yulin smiled and said, "You recognize that person just now?"

Although the words were doubtful, he was certain in his heart, and sure enough Ji Qian nodded and said, "That's Master Huikong."

Shen Yulin raised his eyebrows. Although the man's voice was vicissitudes, he looked like a young man. Master Huikong... must be over a hundred years old?

Ji Qian smiled and said: "Oh, when I first saw him pouring vegetables, I thought he was a little novice...these masters always have some tricks."

Shen Yulin didn't bother about this any more, and said: "Master Huikong came here for the sake of the song of the pine in the cloud spring."

Ji Qian said: "I originally wanted to give it to you."

Shen Yulin's heart skipped a beat, but there was only a faint response on his face, saying: "I'm not good at playing the piano."

Poetry, calligraphy and chess can be understood by oneself, but Shen Xiang has never taught him the piano, so he probably doesn't know it.

Ji Qian smiled and said, "I don't believe it."

Shen Yulin's phoenix eyes slightly raised, but he heard him say: "You just looked at Yunquan's eyes when the pines were singing."

Shen Yulin pursed his lips. It was his negligence. People who are good at playing the piano, when looking at a good piano, appreciate and evaluate their eyes differently from ordinary people.

Ji Qian sighed softly: "Yulin's piano sound must be very good."

Shen Yulin paused for a moment, then said: "Master Huikong said that he will pick up the piano in two months, isn't the time too hasty?"

Ji Qian tidied up the loose strands of hair hanging from his ears, put them behind his ears, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about him, if the piano is not as good as the song of Yunquan Song, we won't change it."

Hearing his words, Shen Yulin acted like coaxing a child, and couldn't help laughing: "Master Huikong said, that Yunquan Songming's hostility is strong."

Ji Qian blinked his black eyes helplessly, and said: "It's the same with Qingyu returning to the glass, and the same with Yunquan Songming. I really don't know if there is any piano in the world that can be called auspicious. Wouldn't it be clean if it has to be burned?"

Shen Yulin smiled lowly, her cheeks were slightly red.

Ji Qian was startled, and said with a smile: "If you are willing to smile at me like this every day, you will burn all the pianos in the world, and I am willing."

Shen Yulin snorted softly, and said: "When you have such power, there will be many people who are willing to smile at you."

Ji Qian's black eyes were curved, and there was a slight smile on his thin lips. He said word by word: "Lian Han, there is no one like you in the world."

Lian Han was the word chosen for him by the elders of the Shen clan at the crowning ceremony a few days ago.

Shen Yulin paused and turned his head. Although he didn't respond, he didn't let go of the hands they had just held together.

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The strings have been broken or replaced, and the tone is a bit inaccurate. There are slight scratches on the body of the piano. When the piano board is dismantled, dust has accumulated for a long time.

Sitting in the meditation room of Yutai Temple, Huikong sighed slowly.

A good piano is dusty, and there are no heroes.

Back then, the high-spirited young general with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, did he ever think that the family business he built would be ruined to this day?

Wet a thin towel, twist it until it is half dry, wipe it inch by inch, and change the water twice to remove the dust accumulated in the piano.

Huikong reassembled the piano, but felt that something was missing, stood there for a long time, bent down to get the package under the bed, the bamboo hat was tilted slightly, and the gauze curtain was half opened, revealing a handsome fair young face.

"You still haven't changed." The frivolous voice whistled, and Hui Kong looked, but a middle-aged man in gray cloth came in through the window.

Huikong closed his eyes, got up, put his hands together and said: "Little benefactor Ji, don't come here without any harm."

Ji Yingze's smile remained the same, but there was a hint of annoyance in his voice, "Don't I pretend to be my father? Why does the master separate us every time?"

Hui Kong didn't answer, Ji Yingze pulled off the human skin mask on his face, took off the rough robe on his body, and revealed a riding outfit with bright blue arrow sleeves and waist, Fang heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "I just went I went to Rongguo's mansion, I thought I could see what the descendants of General Qilin who was as famous as his grandfather looked like, but the result... huh..."

As he spoke, he sat down cautiously, poured himself a cup of tea, and said with a smile, "I can't blame my father for always praising me. Compared with that Jia Baoyu, hey, I'm like a fairy!"

Hui Kong sighed lowly: "Ji Xiao benefactor is a dragon and phoenix among people, and Mr. Jia is also unusual, it's just that his chance is not in the mundane world."

After all, it is impossible to support Jia's family.

Ji Yingze was bored, and said: "Forget it, my father wants me to ask Master, is the return date due?"

Huikong raised his eyes, looked at the clear sky outside the window, and said, "There are still six years left."

Ji Yingze rolled his eyes and snorted coldly: "That old thing has a long life!"

Huikong closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and recited Amitabha Buddha.

Ji Yingze suddenly laughed and said, "Master once said that King Ning is the Lord of Destiny, if Kong and I help him ascend the throne early, would it be against the heavens?"

Hui Kong opened those clear eyes, and said: "Could it be Ji Benefactor..."

Ji Yingze smiled slightly, and pursed his lips.

Hui Kong sighed: "The destiny cannot be disobeyed. After one emperor's energy is exhausted, there will be another emperor's successor. If he rebels, his life will be ruined, and there will be no more killings."

Ji Yingze's face was angry, and he said: "How many years have the Tu Emperor been doing, and now it's time to return to the court, so I said it's not that easy!"

Huikong closed his eyes, muttered a few words to himself, and counted in his hands one after another.

Ji Yingze said coldly: "Forget it, let him drag it on, whoever will live longer than that Ji Chenxin!"