Emperor Que Shaohua

Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists are only old in Jiangnan.The spring water is blue in the sky, drawing the boat and listening to the rain.

April is the best season in the south of the Yangtze River. When sailing all the way from Yangzhou, the river is deep and blue, green hills are everywhere, and the deep and shallow green seems to seep into the bottom of my heart with the river wind floating on the clothes.Luo Pingyuan went ashore with King Jing from the boat in the misty rain, and the ancient city of Jinling was already approaching.Pedestrians on the bank of the river come and go, their clothes are more colorful than those in the north, and Wu Nong's soft words can be heard endlessly. A few twelve or thirteen-year-old girls wear double maids on their heads, holding bamboo baskets, and their tender wrists are exposed, crisp and crisp. Sell ​​jasmine.

Luo Pingyuan saw a tourist who had just disembarked take out two copper coins, the girl stopped and opened the basket lid, and inside were bunches of pure white jasmine flowers; he unexpectedly thought that such small and fragrant white flowers are very It is suitable for Du Tangli who still lives in Lantai.With a slight movement in his mind, he thought of Xue Yingchuan, who was as delicate as a pear flower, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the brother Huang beside him.

At this moment, a young man's voice came from not far away: "Master, is this Mr. Jiang?"

The voice was a little low, but it contained an uncontrollable eagerness.Everyone saw a group of seven or eight people rushing over, their appearances were stable or dignified, most of them were young, the leader was about 26, wearing dark blue long clothes, wearing ancient jade on his waist, he was a gentle looking young man.

"The subordinates are waiting to see the suzerain!" He bowed deeply in front of King Jing, "Master, you have finally arrived. Everyone is counting the days every day, and you are finally here!"

All the people who came with him bowed down in unison, and it could be seen that they were all excited.

"Fei Sheng, don't be too polite to me." Luo Yanhua helped the young man in blue up, motioned his subordinates to stand up, and sighed softly, "Ah Jin and you are shouldering all the burdens, and I came late. "

Luo Pingyuan knew that the person in front of him must be Rong Feisheng, the head manager of Huaibizhuang.He had heard of this name for some time. Rong Jianting, Rong Feisheng's father, was once the deputy commander of Mingjian. He was injured in a battle in his early years, and his martial arts were greatly damaged, so he became the manager of Huaibizhuang; Due to repeated illnesses, he had to relinquish his duties and concentrate on recuperating.Jiang Hengyuan, the left envoy of Langhuan, has passed away, and now Xie Feng, the young owner of Huaibi Village, is in charge of Luocheng. The affairs of Langhuan in the south of the Yangtze River are handled by Zhu Jin, the deputy owner of Langhuan, and Rong Feisheng is in charge of it.

"My lord's pain and difficulty, how could we not know about it." Rong Feisheng said, the last time he went to the capital and sneaked into Prince Jing's mansion to pay respects to Luo Yanhua was three years ago when he was about to take over as the steward.Now that I can finally see the suzerain in this eventful autumn, I am overjoyed, even though I try to stay calm, my voice still trembles uncontrollably, "Once you arrive, everyone will have a backbone, and they will feel more at ease."

Just by this sentence, we can know the pressure that Huaibi Village is currently under. Zhu Jin is still trapped in Wanjian Villa, and his heart has changed.

Luo Yanhua lightly pressed his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Let's discuss later. Feisheng, you all come to see Pingyuan first, and when you are away from home, it is good for everyone to call you Mr. Lu. There are also a few young heroes , are not outsiders."

He had already instructed in the letter in advance that when he arrived in Jinling, he would not want to make a public announcement and try to avoid the attention of others, otherwise there would be more than just the few people in front of him who would come to the riverside to greet him.

This place is not a place for speeches, everyone's etiquette is simple and solemn.Rong Feisheng's mood calmed down a bit, and his demeanor and arrangements all showed prudence.Accompanying him are Xuanshuang's secret guards stationed in Huaibi Village, the Duohai Navy from Fujian Province, and three people from Mingjian.

Luo Pingyuan watched King Jing get into the carriage that had been prepared long ago. The style was slightly different from that of the mansion, but the hood of the carriage was also blue.This is the Jiangnan that the emperor misses and cares about. He has his subordinates who are closely related to him, and those admiring and hopeful eyes cannot be mixed with falsehood.He suddenly wanted to reach Huaibi Manor as soon as possible. Once upon a time, Luo Yanhua alone endured open guns and dark arrows and suffering from illness in the cold and dilapidated palace. What he did was to guard this place of life thousands of miles away, perhaps also in the dream of his soul. The only consolation.

The stone city is full of tigers, Zhongshan is a dragon, and Huaibizhuang faces Zhongshan with its back. Under the dome of the sky, the stretches of green tiles and white walls are hidden in the greenery that is almost blurred, quiet and magnificent without losing sight.

Long before Langhuan Empress Jiang Biyao was born, Huaibizhuang already existed. As one of Langhuan's foundations, it originally belonged to the Jiang family.Ten years ago when Shao'an fell, Jiang Hengyuan handed over his property to Xie Xuanbing, the master of Qibi at that time, in order to avoid the catastrophe.

Xie Xuanbing was born in the Diancang Sword Sect, and his identity in Langhuan was relatively hidden, and it was not easy to get his name after taking over the garden.For many years, although Huaibizhuang was in charge of the Xie family in name, in fact, there was a hidden lineage of Langhuan. With the signing of a new contract between Luo Yanhua and the emperor, the children of the former subordinates kept coming and going.Thinking of the murder of the former suzerain in the palace, the word "Huaibizhuang" seems to have always contained the blood, tears and pain of being wronged.

Under the transparent rain curtain, Luo Pingyuan saw people standing inside and outside the gate of the village, and he couldn't tell how many people stood there, hundreds, nearly a thousand, or more?Or young or old, all men.One can vaguely discern the black clothes belonging to Xuanshuang, the dark blue wrist bag of Hengdao, and the dark green hem of Qibi, so many subordinates stand scattered, but no one moves, nor hears whispers, in the silent silence Waiting for a group of people to approach gradually, staring at the plain green caravan.

"My lord," Rong Feisheng rode his horse alongside the driver, and said in a low voice through the curtain of the car, "These days, many subordinates want to arrive early and halfway to greet them. The subordinates have already been restrained, and the lord does not want to attract people Eyes, and boats are exhausted. After a few days of rest, we will meet each other for a long time. But everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time, and they have to salute at the gate of the villa first. Many of them have not had the opportunity so far. See the suzerain."

Luo Yanhua had already seen the waiting crowd through the tiny hollows on the bamboo curtain of Concubine Xiang.Without speaking, he got up and got out of the carriage that had just stopped.Along the way, he had also thought about what it would be like when he stepped into Huaibizhuang. In the hearts of his subordinates who had retreated to the south of the Yangtze River or guarded the northern border, he, the suzerain who had been confined to the mansion in the capital for a long time and rarely met What kind of existence?He finally came, and everyone had waited for ten years. The uncle who taught martial arts carefully and had high hopes for him would never be able to wait for him at the gate of the villa.

He walked forward slowly, Rong Feisheng and Qin Su were half a step behind.In the silence, Yu Lan, the leader of the Hengdao Commander who stood at the forefront of the crowd, stepped forward and landed on one knee, his calm voice trembling imperceptibly: "My subordinates refer to the suzerain!"

"See the suzerain!" Nearly a thousand people bowed down on one knee in an instant, and the darkness was overwhelming, and the solemn voice was wrapped in words, echoing among the famous mountains and beautiful waters.

Luo Pingyuan looked at the scene in front of him. As a prince, he had seen too many subjects saluting for various reasons, but at this moment, there was no noise, no whispers, and Langhuan's respect was solemn and dignified, and the support accumulated over a long period of time And the entrustment seems to weigh more than a thousand ounces.

Luo Yanhua silently returned the gift.There seemed to be countless words to say in my heart, but I felt that any sentence seemed pale and redundant.He helped Yu Lan up. After the Guiyan Summit battle, Yu Lingzhu did not go to Los Angeles with the army, but returned directly to Jinling, so they finally met now.It has been more than ten years since the time when he set off from Luocheng to Shao'an to participate in the war, and the heroic Deputy Commander Yu's face has become more windy and frosty.

He turned to help Xie Xiao who was beside him. This is Xie Feng's second younger brother. Since Qin Shuang came to Beijing, he has been in charge of contacting Jiangling, Xiaoxiang and the Langhuan Commanders of Minzhou.

"Your Majesty is tired from a long journey and needs to rest. The subordinates will come and see you in a few days." Yu Lan said in a low voice.

The disciples of Langhuan stood up one after another, separated silently to the two sides, made way for the passage in the middle, and watched the suzerain and his party enter the gate of the villa.From the beginning to the end, Luo Yanhua didn't say a word, nor did he show a smile, only silence was reflected in the eyes of everyone, as if he was born with it, and would not be shaken or broken by anything.

Compared with the exquisiteness and exquisiteness of ordinary gardens in the south of the Yangtze River, the layout of Huaibizhuang is elegant in the sparseness, with lofty halls, wooden bridges and flowing water, ancient trees in front of the courtyard, and plantains under the eaves.

Rong Feisheng was leading the way, and Luo Pingyuan was in the garden, admiring in his heart, when he saw a young woman in white standing gracefully under a banyan tree hugged by two people.When he looked intently, he couldn't help but suffocate slightly.

The people on the side of the locust are like the moon, and their bright wrists are covered with frost and snow.The beauty stands gracefully, her eyebrows are extraordinary, as bright as autumn frost.The shady green washed by the rain falls down like a waterfall, but it is hard to compare with the flowing silk of her head. In the misty drizzle, there is a kind of unstained mistyness.

Even though he had seen Bai Ruohan, who was comparable to a famous flower in the city, and a royal sister who was as bright as a princess of Danyang, Prince Ning was still shocked at this moment.

The branches on the top of her head are densely covered, but she seems to have been there for a while, her long hair and clothes are slightly wet, but she doesn't seem to notice it at all. She just looks at the approaching King Jing and slowly walks forward a few times. step, pale.

There is only one girl who will wait for him here and now. Luo Yanhua stops and stares two or three steps away, trying to find the shadow of his uncle from the flawless and beautiful face of the girl. The cousin is the same age as Pingyuan. At that time, she was only six or seven years old, and she was still a pink doll.I have seen portraits over the years, but no matter how vivid the brushwork is, it is difficult to describe the inner essence.

"Wanli," he called softly, stretching out a hand, "Why don't you open an umbrella and just stand in the rain?"

Jiang Wanli had been waiting for nearly two hours since Rong Feisheng left for the river at dawn.She stared intently at the people in front of her. They had never been able to pass on the swan geese or get the information from other people's mouths, but the people in front of her would still overlap with the bright moon-like young brother in her memory.Jing Mi's voice is so close and reassuring, the long-term helplessness and anxiety flooded her heart, tears welled up in her eyes without warning, she stepped forward to hug Jing Wang, and choked up and called out: "Cousin. "

Rong Feisheng, Yu Lan and the others would have told their subordinates to let the suzerain who had just arrived in the south of the Yangtze River rest quietly for a few days, because the day when Luo Yanhua came to Huaibizhuang had just passed the fifteenth day of the fourth lunar month.

The strange poison in King Jing's body was originally a secret inside Langhuan, and only a few people in Jiangnan and Jiangbei had heard of it.But following the successive storms in Los Angeles two months ago, various rumors and speculations gradually spread to Jiangnan.Set off on March [-]th, at first I went with the court officials and Jing Yuwei, walking slowly, and the etiquette was complicated everywhere I went, and I was able to speed up after I hired a boat alone.Luo Yanhua counted the dates on the way, even if he hurried to shorten the itinerary by a few days, it didn't seem so nice to openly get sick in front of his subordinates who knew or didn't know when he arrived at Huaibizhuang.He simply didn't rush on his way, and after meeting with Xun Yancong, he let the passenger ship stay near Yangzhou for half a day, waiting for Shen Ling to go to the state government office to negotiate for the Cao Gang.On the fifteenth day of the first full moon after leaving Beijing, I spent it on the boat.

Fortunately, there is no need to ask the emperor for the antidote. Although he had a low-grade fever in the middle of the night, he stayed in bed in the cabin for a whole day, and felt that his spirit had almost recovered, and the passenger ship would arrive in Jinling one night later.

However, in this case, it was less than 20 days before the sword test meeting on the fifth day of May.

After Langhuan right envoy Xiao Suyu was killed in Luocheng, left envoy Jiang Hengyuan sent his ashes back to Xiaoxiang and buried them beside Dongting. Six years later, according to his last wish, his own coffin did not stay in Zhongshan, but He was buried in Jiangling, the hometown of the Jiang family.Adjacent to Xiaoxiang, it is not only to accompany old friends, but also to watch the rolling Yangtze River separating the north and the south.

On the night of living in Huaibi Manor, Luo Yanhua asked Rong Feisheng to prepare an incense table with fruits and vegetables, and worshiped in the light rain garden, Jiang Wanli and Luo Pingyuan accompanied him.

Tiny raindrops fell on the plantain leaves, covered by the sound of gurgling water around, Luo Pingyuan watched the emperor's brother fill the three wine glasses on the table one by one, and silently offered incense and prayed.

Returning to Huaibizhuang to pay homage to the deceased relatives should be the wish of the emperor, but Weixue's enmity and Mingjian's rebellion, he must still be burdened with heavy thoughts, and maybe he still has guilt. He always feels that since entering Huaibizhuang , Jing Wang was silent for a long time.

After Jiang Wanli bowed before the case, Luo Pingyuan stepped forward to light three sticks of incense, and bowed deeply three times in the lingering scent of sandalwood.During the daytime, in front of the village gate, the scene of the disciples of Langhuan paying homage to the suzerain is still vivid in my memory. There is grief in that tranquility, because they have been deeply hurt.He was King Ning of Yu Zhou in the court and palace, and he was under the disciple of Daoist Hanshan when he entered the martial arts. There, it can't be melted away or erased. Everyone he meets in Huaibi Zhuang is very respectful, and there is nothing strange. However, he can only feel more clearly that the sins committed by his mother may end up in his entire life. It is also difficult to redeem.

Probably because of this consideration, before boarding the ship in Huai'an, Prince Jing hesitated, whether it would be more appropriate to meet up in Jinling, Luo Pingyuan did not think about it at the time, since he agreed to accompany the emperor to Jiangnan, naturally he would pay more Accompanying, try to be in place, but within half a day after arriving at Huaibizhuang, he has already realized Lin Chen's feeling of not daring to step into Jingwang's mansion more deeply than ever before.

The last one to offer incense was Qin Su.Several people stood in the night, watching the flickering candles.

"It's the first time for Pingyuan to come to the village, and Asu hasn't come back for a long time, I think uncle will be happy." After a long time, Luo Yanhua said quietly, "There is also Xiao Youshi, who has been traveling to the north for more than ten years. , first-hand Yu Zhaolin set up an intelligence secret line. Because of his painstaking efforts, Langhuan was able to provide the court with sufficient information on the Northern Liao Dynasty when the situation required it. Although Xiao Youshi did not see the Liao people to seek peace and conclude a peace treaty in his lifetime, But seeing that the efforts at the beginning were not in vain and that the people were spared from the flames of war, he should also get some comfort. I hope they don’t blame me for being stupid for taking so long and making everyone wait until now.”

"Brother Huang." Luo Pingyuan's heart trembled, and he didn't know how to comfort him for a moment.He vaguely recalled Xiao Suyu, whom he had only met once or twice in his childhood, who was elegant, descendant of the Xiao family in Dongting, and his childhood sweetheart with Empress Langhuan.Jiang Biyao entered the palace as a queen, and her mother honored the world, while Xiao Youshi went to Zhaolin, and rarely returned to the Central Plains, but before he was murdered and wronged, he spent every day protecting this country.Even though his grievances and innocence have not yet been proven, his hard work in the past still protects Yu Zhou, causing the Liao people who negotiated the contract to lose the opportunity and retreat in embarrassment.

"Cousin, don't think about it, how could Daddy and Uncle Xiao blame you!" Jiang Wanli was already anxious, and took Jing Wang's hand. She had a gentle temperament and lowered her voice when she blamed, "When Daddy was leaving The one who is most worried about you is you, saying that you suffered too much while staying in Beijing, didn’t he tell you many times to put yourself first, don’t force yourself?” At the end, she choked up again, “Mu Shaoqing is delusional, don't take his stupid words to heart!"

Luo Yanhua turned his head and looked at Luo Pingyuan, both of them thought of the confession from Shao Qingquan at the same time, perhaps the word "ghost obsessed" is really suitable to describe the current Mu Shaoqing.

The incense candles were not exhausted, and none of them were in the mood to go back to their rooms to rest, Luo Yanhua said softly, "Wanli, let's sit in the corridor over there for a while."

Jiang Wanli's heart was particularly sad, and she was a little embarrassed to think that she cried several times in one day in front of her brother whom she hadn't seen for many years.She said softly: "Cousin, you and Mr. Lu have traveled all the way, let Wanli play a song for you to relieve your fatigue."

King Jing had no intention of rejecting his cousin's kindness, and since Ping Yuan was going to live in Huaibi Village for a while, it would be a good thing if he could get acquainted with the people in the village as soon as possible.

Several people were sitting in the winding corridor in the garden, Jiang Wanli ordered the maid to fetch a guqin, bowed her head and dialed the wire to tune it.Luo Pingyuan saw that her gestures were clear and clear, and the music from her fingertips gradually started playing a song "Song of Plum Blossoms".

The strings are intertwined, rolling down like beads, or weaving like complaints, which makes people think of the breeze under the moon, with sparse shadows and slanting, and a faint fragrance floating in it.

It was once heard that beside the West Lake, Jiang Wanli's song is hard to find, the rumors are true.She is still wearing the plain white clothes in daytime, but it is more suitable for this song than the luxurious clothes. It makes people feel that she is clean and dusty, and she has the wind of Linxia.

As the strings crossed the end, everyone present praised it, and one of them was Rong Feisheng who followed the sound.Jiang Wanli didn't care about the compliment for a long time: "When it comes to piano skills, Ruohan is slightly better. I heard that my cousin is also good at thirteen strings. Mr. Lu and A Su often hear it, but I have never had such a good ear. How about playing a song tonight?"

The qin is the voice of her heart, and what she wants is to let her cousin forget the depressed mood just now by playing the qin.

Jing Wang smiled slightly, and in this situation, it doesn't hurt to be a little sad.He sat down on the seat vacated by his cousin as promised, and after a short chord, he heard the clear and clear sound of "Xian Om", and praised: "Good piano."

In fact, he hadn't had time to play the piano for a long time. At this time, he plucked a few notes casually and began to play a piece of "Pingsha Luoyan".Everyone listened to the jingling of the strings, at first it was calm and upright, but in the middle of the song, it suddenly turned to agitation. The artistic conception of "Pingsha Luoyan" is lofty and far-reaching, and it was picked up by Luo Yanhua, but it has a little more sound of gold and spear, as if it wants to break through the sky and go straight to the sky.

Luo Pingyuan felt the meaning of determination in the song, and just now his heart shuddered, the strings changed suddenly, breaking away from the rhyme of "Pingsha Luoyan", and turned into a quiet and deep song "New Rain in the Empty Mountain".

The sound of the zither is like washing, and it gradually merges with the sound of the gurgling water in the garden. During this time, it seems that there is a jingling sound on the flowing stone of a clear spring. It is difficult to distinguish whether it is from nature or under Luo Yanhua's finger.Everyone sat in a corner and listened, feeling peaceful in their hearts.

At this moment, there was a long flute sound in the distance, which seemed to come from outside the courtyard, at the other end of the corridor, and it naturally blended with the sound of the piano and flowing water, without any stagnation, as if penetrating into the forest through the whirling branches and leaves moonlight.King Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, "New Rain in the Empty Mountains" is divided into five layers, and at this moment it is the gap from the second layer to the third layer. The attainment of temperament is obviously extremely high.

Although slightly surprised, his men did not stop.The guqin is clear and ethereal, the moon is bright among the pines, and the spring is clear on the rocks; the hole flute is melodious and melodious, without any distraction, just like following along the water, entering the depths of the white clouds together.

The harmony of qin and flute is the most suitable, and the piece "New Rain on the Empty Mountain" has a sense of Zen, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.Luo Pingyuan saw Jiang Wanli and Rong Feisheng both smiling and listening, not surprised. He couldn't help thinking about who they met after entering the village, and who else had such a good understanding of the rhythm.Although the timbre of the hole flute is beautiful, it is somewhat gloomy, but the sound of the flute beside the ear is indescribably warm and moving, like the rocks flowing through the spring, each piece has turned into beautiful jade.

At the end of the song, Luo Yanhua flicked the strings with a smile: "You know the heart song after hearing the string song, Fei Sheng, there are distinguished guests living in the village, if you don't tell me, wouldn't it be rude of you?"

"Returning to the lord, there are indeed guests here. Speaking of which, the lord and Mr. Lu have already known each other, so we don't see each other very much." Rong Feisheng laughed, "The second son of the Nangong family came back from Luocheng. My lord is going to Jinling, so I brought the eldest son Nan Gongchen to visit early the day before yesterday, because I was worried that my lord would be tired from the journey, so they temporarily stayed in the guest house, thinking about meeting again in a day or two."

He paused, and his smile gradually faded: "Mr. Nangong and Shaoqing have been friends for many years. Before Wanjian Villa changed, the two of them often walked around. This subordinate thinks that he may know something about Shaoqing. "