Phoenix Shadow Coming From the Sky: Twelve, a line between sorrow and joy 2

In the past few days, every time Xiangyi passes through Zhanghua Garden, she always **** up her ears and her nose is much more sensitive than before. It's a pity that after two or three days, she only smells the fragrance of plants, trees and flowers, but never again. It must have the aroma of wine.

On this day, when the King of Wind was rarely free, he called the musicians in the palace to play a flute for her. It seems that among all the musical instruments, the King of Wind loves the sound of the flute alone, and the flute player, Miss Nan Qiao, has become a celebrity in the palace. Sometimes the King of Wind will ask her to say a few words after listening to the flute music. A favor unavailable to others.

Today, Xiangyi is the maid who serves Nan Qiao's flute, so after Feng Wang told them to leave after listening to the flute, Xiangyi sent the purple jade flute back to Wenyin Pavilion. When passing by Zhanghua Garden, a scent of wine faintly lingered in her nostrils, her heart skipped a beat and she stood still.

Could it be...

Happiness rose faintly in my heart, and I couldn't help walking towards the direction of the lake. I turned around the rockery, and I saw a blue figure in the pavilion. Involuntarily, he lightened his steps, pressed his thumping chest, quietly and silently stepped across the wooden bridge, stepped up the steps, and entered the pavilion. At a glance, he saw the man crouching on the stone table with the wine jar in his arms, as if In a drunken dream again.

She stood quietly and watched quietly.

In the evening at that moment, there were chaotic clouds flying across the sky, the setting sun hung in the sky like a steamer, and the crimson light reflected the sky and the earth extremely brightly. But those bright and bright colors didn't seem to dare to disturb the drunk sleeping person on the stone table, they just enveloped him softly and lightly, the oppressive brilliance faded away, only the quiet glow remained.

It is as meaningful as poetry.

It is picturesque and beautiful.

I don't know how long I stood there, until the sunset and the night slowly fell, Xiangyi just stood quietly, forgetting about the world outside her body.

Suddenly, the people on the stone table seemed to be disturbed by something in their dreams, their brows were furrowed, and they murmured, "Brother...Second Brother...Jiujiu..." Following this sleepy talk, the person who was originally calm His face suddenly showed distorted pain, "Brother...it's all my fault...Jiujiu, I'm sorry...children...ah!" With a cry, the person on the stone table suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes.

At that moment, looking at those eyes, Xiangyi only felt that the world was bright again, so clear and dazzling.

The first thing the person who wakes up does is pick up the wine jar and pour a gulp of wine, then raise his head and look at the dark sky, muttering: "Farewell to death, farewell to life." Always pity...the old man enters my dream, and remembers me...hahaha...elder brother, second brother, you are really reluctant to part with me, and come into my dream every day." While laughing, he tilted his head up and downed the strong wine , Some splashed out, he raised his sleeve, and chanted loudly: "You are in the net, why do you have wings? I'm afraid it's not a lifelong soul, the road is far and unpredictable... The soul comes to Fenglinqing, and the soul returns to Guansaihei... ..." As I read and recited, my voice gradually lowered again, and slowly there was a whimper again, lingering with the sadness of wanting to cry but no tears, "The falling moon is all over the beams of the house...hesitating to illuminate the color...hahaha... ...hesitating to look at the color...but where are you?" [Note ○2]

The groaning and laughter were full of mourning, Xiangyi couldn't help feeling heartbroken when she heard it, and tears fell from her eyes.

She heard from people in the palace that Feng Wang and Qing Huijun were very indifferent to each other. She felt very strange at first, and asked why, but most of the people in the palace seemed to be ignorant of the details, and few of them kept secrets. She felt very sorry, because in her opinion, Feng Wang and Qing Huijun were originally a couple, and from that night, it could be seen that Feng Wang cared about Qing Huijun very much. It's just...why does Mr. Qing Hui always have such sorrow?

Jiuyao thought about the thought, stood up suddenly, raised his arm, raised the wine jar and threw it fiercely, with a loud "bang!", the wine jar shattered outside the pavilion. "The moon is falling all over the beams of the house, I am hesitant to take pictures... Ha ha ha ha... They are all dead, how can anyone take pictures! Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Howling, the depression is heartbreaking.

"Qing...Qing Huijun, don't cry." Xiangyi finally couldn't help but speak out.

Maybe there are other people in the pavilion, Jiuyao suddenly moved his head, looking at the girl standing by the pavilion in the twilight, he was suddenly surprised, unable to respond for a while.

Xiang Yi looked at the tear-stained face, which was still so handsome, she couldn't help being dumbfounded again.

For a moment, Jiuyao looked at her and said, "You told me not to cry, but why are you crying, little girl?"

Hearing this, Xiangyi blushed and defended, "I... I didn't cry!"

"Then what's on your face?" Jiuyao pointed at her.

Xiang Yi raised her hand to caress her face, her hands were wet, she couldn't help remembering how she felt just now, she couldn't help feeling ashamed and embarrassed, "This...it's...it rained just now!" , but after I finished speaking, I felt that this excuse was ridiculous, so I immediately lowered my head and didn't dare to raise it again.

Looking outside the pavilion for a long time, he said, "You might as well say that you just fell into the lake, which is more reliable than saying that you were drenched in the rain."

"I...I..." Xiangyi was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to respond, she raised her head, saw the teasing look in the eyes of the person opposite, and blurted out anxiously, "Then why were you crying just now?"

Jiu Yao's expression tightened, and sadness appeared in his eyes again.

Xiangyi immediately regretted her mistake, but she didn't know how to save it. When she was in a difficult situation, Jiuyao sighed and said, "Little girl, I'm crying because I'm sad."

"What...are you sad?" Xiang Yi couldn't help asking. Looking at the person opposite, so young and handsome, so noble and extraordinary, and with a peerless wife like Feng Wang, why not be happy?

Jiuyao took a look at this young girl who didn't know the misery in the world, smiled lightly, didn't answer, just said: "Look at you holding a purple flute in your hand, are you the musician in this palace?"

Xiang Yi hurriedly shook her head, "I... this servant is a maid of Wenyin Pavilion, named Xiang Yi, who just entered the palace this spring." used.

"Oh." Jiuyao didn't care about Xiangyi's title, his eyes were only fixed on the purple jade flute.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Xiangyi said again: "Today the King of Wind summoned Miss Nanqiao to play the flute, and the servant was ordered to send the flute back to Wenyin Pavilion."

Jiu Yao's eyes flashed when he heard the words, and then he said, "How about lending me a chance to play your flute?"

"Of course." Xiangyi hurriedly brought the purple jade flute to him.

Jiuyao took the bamboo flute, pulled off his robe to wipe it lightly, and then played it close to his lips. Suddenly, a piece of "Song of Jieyou" broke out.

The sound of the flute flows out, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, clear and bright, gurgling and gurgling away, wherever it passes, there are blooming flowers, lush vegetation, full of vitality, refreshing and refreshing.

Xiang Yi listened, and couldn't help staring at him with wide eyes, she really didn't expect that a person who was full of grief just now could blow such a clear and dusty sound. When the song was over, she blurted out her praise: "Mr. Qinghui, you play better than Miss Nanqiao. The King of Wind loves to listen to the flute. If you play it to her, she will be happy."

Jiu Yao was stunned when he heard this, "Wind King likes to listen to the flute?"

Since entering Qingzhou... In fact, since he got better, he and Feng Duying have rarely seen each other, and they both tacitly avoid each other. But he didn't meet each other for ten and a half months, and based on what he knew about her in the past, he really didn't know that she liked flute music.

"That's right, there are so many musicians in the palace, but Nan Qiao, who plays the flute, is often summoned by the King of Wind." Xiangyi replied, looking at Jiuyao, feeling a little strange in her heart.

Looking down at the purple flute in her hand, Jiuyao couldn't help but think of the day at the seaside of Dongming, when she praised him for the sound of the flute, "It's like the water in the Tianchi above the clouds and the breeze slowly falling down", and she was stunned for a moment. Bleary, but then he remembered another piper, and his brows and eyes turned cold. Get up and return the flute to Xiangyi, "Little girl, seeing that it's getting late, you should hurry up to return the flute."

"Oh! I forgot again!" Xiangyi screamed, took the purple jade flute and walked out of the pavilion, but after walking a few steps, she couldn't help but look back.

In the thick twilight, a person in the pavilion stands leaning on a railing, standing tall and lonely, making people want to approach but dare not go.

Looking at it for a while, he sighed softly for no reason, and then walked away.