[Red Mansion + Liaozhai] Furong repays her kindness

Lin Daiyu was playing the qin in her yard one day, and she remembered a Guqin piece that Lin Ruhai had mentioned before, but it was not in the qin score in her study, so she wanted to look for it in the library.

Mr. Lin purposely built a small building to store books, most of which were accumulated by the Lin family through the ages. They couldn't wait for the official residence to be brought back to Gusu, and the other half was collected when he was working in Yangzhou.

Zangshu Pavilion is the same as the old house in Gusu. It is called Tianyi Pavilion.Xueyan and the others thought that Lin Daiyu would stay for a whole day, so they hurriedly called for someone to clean it first, and then asked for refreshments and tea.Another one, the boy who usually guards inside has to avoid it first.

Yishuang was holding the piano, Xueyan was holding the book, and Qiukui Xiajin was snickering behind her, "The girl doesn't look like a lady, she looks like a scholar, but it's a pity that the two of them are wearing skirts, and it would be more appropriate to change the look of a bookboy."

Lin Daiyu looked back, pointed at the two of them and smiled, "There are still two lazy little bookboys, one of you holds the inkstone and the other burns incense, this is really complete."

Yishuang hugged her dear and said, "Unlike scholars, nowadays scholars are busy with stereotypes. I think they are like hermits, plucking strings at random among mountains and rivers. It's really joyful."

Knowing that she couldn't do it, she just said such a sight to attract her. Lin Daiyu gave Yishuang a look, and lightly clasped her palms, with a little longing, "I want to go drunk, Ming Dynasty intends to bring the qin."

Yishuang turned to leave, but Lin Daiyu hurriedly pulled her, "What are you going to do?"

"I'll come back tomorrow." Yi Shuang said, causing everyone to laugh and bend over.

A gazebo was built in front of Tianyi Pavilion, Xueyan said, "There are some ancient books in the library pavilion, and the dust is heavy, the girl can't stand it, so I just sit in this pavilion, and it's convenient to play the piano."

Lin Daiyu said, "I went to find the piano score first, and I will sit down later."

The piano score belonged to Six Arts, which belonged to the Ministry of Classics, and it was placed in the first room. As soon as she entered the room, the room was filled with ink fragrance and a unique ancient flavor. The girls didn't like it, so they stood outside the door and waited for her.

Not wanting Lin Daiyu to go out empty-handed after flipping through a few books, Yishuang asked, "Didn't you find it?"

Lin Daiyu shook her head, and told Xueyan, "Go ask who published the book this year."

It turned out that after Lin Daiyu touched two or three books, she felt that the pages were a bit damp. Jiangnan was already damp. If this continued, the ancient books full of mold would be moldy or infested with insects.

Lin Daiyu sat in the gazebo and waited for Xueyan to reply, and casually plucked the strings two or three times, scattered and out of tune, and said to Yishuang, "I have nothing to do, why don't you tell a story?"

Yishuang asked, "What story does the girl want to hear?"

Lin Daiyu plucked the strings again, "Let's just tell a story about the qin."

Yishuang thought about it, and it seemed that all the qin-related stories were sentimental, which was not suitable for Lin Daiyu to listen to. After thinking for a long time, she dug up a qin story, squinted her eyes in the warm autumn sun and said, "Once upon a time, there was a man named Ji Kang, he couldn't sleep one night, so he went to play the piano, but he was attracted by something, and he thought that he played too well, so he gave him Guangling powder, but he was not allowed to teach others. "

"Then what is what?" Lin Daiyu smiled, "I was expecting you to tell a story, but this is what I told you."

"Then it's what it is, what the Buddha said, you can't say it." Yishuang still squinted her eyes, as if she was sleepy.

Lin Daiyu smiled lightly, and stopped plucking randomly. She raised her hand and moved her fingers into the strings, like a spring warbler coming out of the valley, and the gurgling sound of the piano is just Guanglingsan.

A few "bookboys" were all here to join in the fun, but they thought Daiyu's posture sitting upright and playing the piano was very good-looking. Suddenly, someone came out of the Tianyi Pavilion, rubbed his eyes and said, "Junior Sister plays this Guangling San, it's not murderous, it's not good, Not good. Guangling San was originally used to commemorate Nie Zheng's assassination of the King of Han, although my sister's fingering skills are good, but I haven't got the essence of it."

Lin Daiyu's men stopped, Yishuang got angry, she agreed to clear the venue, there were no servants, so what's the point of having such a big debt collector.Cheng Qingcheng himself was not at all embarrassed, walked up to Lin Daiyu, touched the body of the qin, and praised, "Good qin."

This Qin was made by famous masters in the Southern Song Dynasty.

"I've met senior brother." Lin Daiyu lifted her body, but when she reached Cheng Qingcheng's chest, Cheng Qingcheng's voice sounded above her head, "Can I borrow brother Yu's piano, junior sister?"

Yishuang snapped back and said, "Impossible."

"Yi Shuang..." Lin Daiyu patted her lightly, and stepped back, "Brother, please."

Cheng Qingcheng was about to sit down, Yishuang hurriedly stretched out his hand and removed the soft cushion from the stone bench, and spread it on the stool next to Lin Daiyu, "Miss, sit here."

Lin Daiyu gave her another look and told her not to worry about it.

Qiukui whispered in Xia Jin's ear, "Does it matter? In the past, when the girl played with Master Bao, Mama Zhang was taboo. This..."

Xia Jin said, "It doesn't matter if we meet by chance. If we don't talk about it, who would know?"

Over there, Cheng Qingcheng had already played the jade pot of ice, which was also Guangling San, the sound of the qin was clanging, like spears and spears being cut down, until the last sound, the lingering sound was still there, but the strings of the qin broke, and the piercing sound awakened Lin Daiyu instantly.

Yishuang said angrily, "If it's broken, you'll have to pay for it!"

"It's okay, thank you brother for your advice today." Lin Daiyu didn't blush for the first time, she only looked at his elder brother among writers, and Cheng Qingcheng said apologetically, "I was reckless today, so naturally I have to pay for it. I'll take this piano and repair it. Sister, send it back."

Lin Daiyu didn't stop her, Yishuang handed the Qin to Cheng Qingcheng, "Miss, hurry up and play it, Second Lord fix it earlier and send it back sooner."

The female members of Cheng Qingcheng's family were a bit aggressive, but she felt that Yishuang was a bit like her savage girl, so she didn't get annoyed, and really left with Qin in her arms.

When Xueyan came back with the two women, she saw that the table was empty, and said in surprise, "Why did you come to find the piano score and lost the piano?"

Yishuang said, "It was stolen."

"Ah? In broad daylight, who stole it?" Xue Yan was even more surprised, "Is it a thief, do you want to report it to the authorities?"

Lin Daiyu pinched Yishuang's nose, "What's the matter with you today? You're targeting senior brother every now and then, but there's no old or new grudge."

Yishuang groaned and said nothing, thinking that he has a new and old grudge against you, Xiancao.

Lin Daiyu saw that she was well-behaved, so she went to ask Xueyan, "Have you been in the sun? How many times have you been in the sun?"

Xueyan said, "The slave girl asked clearly, and never exposed it once, saying that the wife didn't order it."

"Oh? Use your wife as a cover. Whether your wife tells you to or not, our family has to air the books every June [-]th, not only in Tianyi Pavilion, but also in my father's study. If I'm lazy for a while, what if the book is moldy and damp?" Lin Daiyu said displeased.

Xueyan hurriedly said, "So I specially called two women to help dry the books. The sun is just right today, so I have to dry them for a while."

"These books are not enough for two wives. Let's call more people. I guess it will be sunny these days, so let's get some more sun." Lin Daiyu's piano is gone, and she doesn't worry about the piano score any more, so she picked out two ancient books He took the girl back and left Xueyan here alone to read books.

Ancient books are precious, and usually the Lin family father and daughter would take a few and read them and send them back for new ones, so Lin Daiyu picked up new ones here, and went back to the house and told them to send back the ones they read a few days ago.

She made it clear, "Send all the books on the desk back, don't place them in disorder, and don't mess up the order."

The young men in Tianyi Pavilion can read a little bit, and they can be classified clearly, but today the eldest lady sent a message, and they want to make up for their mistakes, and they are all working hard to publish books. When they saw the little girl in Lin Daiyu's room, they said, "Girl Let’s put it outside, we’ll dry it and send it back.”

On Lin Daiyu's desk are not only ancient books, but also a complete annotated collection of Wang Mojie's works.

Cheng Qingcheng took the jade pot of ice back to his room, and ran back to Tianyi Pavilion to read his military books. He watched the books drying in the sun from afar, and was about to leave when a gust of autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, and there was a small piece of light blue paper at his feet , picked it up and found that it was Zhang Xuetao's paper.

On the top of the hairpin flower in lowercase script, I copied a poem in an upright manner, which is Wang Wei's Zhuli Pavilion.

Sitting alone in the secluded huang, playing the piano and screaming again, people in the deep forest don't know, but the bright moon comes to shine.

He couldn't help chanting in a low voice, turned Xue Tao's paper over again, and drew a few ink bamboos on the back, maybe it was to respond to the quiet bamboo in this poem.

It’s just that it’s not where the Xue Tao note came from, and who made it, Cheng Qingcheng was thinking about asking the book boy who was drying the books, when he saw that Qingfeng was illiterate, flipping through the books casually, and blowing out a piece of paper from the outermost book. There is a slightly similar piece of poetry paper, but this one is red.

Cheng Qingcheng hurriedly picked it up and picked it up. It was written about Xinyiwu, hibiscus flowers at the end of the tree, red calyx in the mountains, and no one in Jianhu. They bloomed and fell one after another, and a magnolia was drawn on the back.

He simply borrowed the whole book to read, and sure enough, he also included several sheets of Xue Tao paper, all in various light and light colors, with Wang Mojie's poems copied on the front, and osmanthus or landscapes on the back The poems are written, although the strokes are a little blunt, they are full of spirit.

Skills can be practiced, but this expressiveness depends entirely on talent. Without that bit of spirituality, no matter how good the technique is, it can only be ingenuity.

All the poems and notes were lined up, only to find that the last one seemed to be half written, only the first two lines, "Xinfeng's fine wine fights for ten thousand years, how many years has been a ranger in Xianyang."

There is no painting on the back either.

It was a pity for Cheng Qingcheng, when he was practicing martial arts, sometimes he would develop a little chivalrous ambition, he liked this song of youth most, so he took a pen to complete the first two sentences.

On the back is a scene of willows falling on the corner of the building, as if looking down from here, it seems that young knights are fastening their horses under the weeping willows, and they climbed up to the tall building to drink wine after a while.

Cheng Qingcheng waited for the ink to dry, guessing the owner of this book in his heart, it is so small and meticulous, it doesn't look like the teacher's handwriting, let alone his teacher's wife.The ink on the paper is new, and it doesn't look old. Could it be the sister's?

He read the entire collection of poems over and over again. Except for annotations, there was nothing else, and there was no writing or size.