Qie Shi Tian Xia Chapter 49: Listen to the piano in the evening and remember the fleeting years

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December 30th.

Today's Qinghua Palace is the busiest in the entire palace.

The main hall has obviously undergone some decoration. On the top of the hall, glazed palace lanterns are hung high, illuminating the hall as bright as day. The red veil hangs down along the pillars, and when it is lifted, it is light and graceful like smoke. The case soft couches are neatly arranged in the hall, the jade seat in front of the hall is shining brightly under the lights, the palace people are lightly shuttled, and the waiters rushed around, preparing for the upcoming annual banquet.

Feng Wei was the busiest one, but when he saw him yelling at the palace not to damage the coral bonsai, he instructed the waiter to straighten the pot of purple jade bamboo, and the screen was too old to be replaced. The Bihu red plum screen, and later said that the Qingye Lansheng must be worthy of the Yunmeng Yucup of the Wushan Mountain... screaming, busy, and at the end of the unity, everything is finally busy.

"The King Yong and King Qing are here!"

When the voice of the waiters outside the hall sounded, the civil servants and generals waiting in the hall all turned around and bowed to greet them.

Outside the hall, the two kings walked slowly side by side. On such a big day, both of them wore formal dresses, and they also wore seven crowns of crowns on their heads. The jade fell down, following the pace of the two, Shake gently like flowing water.

"For officials and others, see King Yong and King Qing!"

"Flat body!"

The monarchs and ministers are seated, the banquet begins, a toast to drink together, congratulations, delicacies like treasures, wine like dew, silk and bamboo like fire, dancers like flowers.

On the last day of the 27th year of Jingyan, King Qing, King Yong and the ministers of the two states and the imperial capital will have a new year banquet together at Qinghua Palace.

In the future, courtiers recalled that annual banquet, always looking at flowers in the fog, unable to remember all the scenes that day clearly, but because of its vagueness, it was even more memorable.

How was the banquet different at that time?

The banquet is not necessarily so luxurious, any royal banquet in the past is more than it has been, and it is not necessarily so lively. It is just a palace of monarchs, but it is not deserted. The two kings on the jade seat are kind Easy-going, your Royal Highness's courtiers talked and laughed, everything was so harmonious... If there is something special, then it is-calm!

The royal banquet is not extravagant and noisy, nor solemn and solemn, but calm as water, without a trace of waves, without a trace of ups and downs, a kind of just right peace.

From the beginning to the end of the banquet, everything was spent peacefully and naturally, tasting the delicacies made by the royal chefs, respecting each other's century-old wines, listening to the wonderful songs of the court musicians, and admiring the graceful dances of the flower-like court ladies... When the time of the son was approaching, the monarchs and officials went to the Donghua Tower to spend the last moments of the year with the people, and celebrate the new year with the people.

The square in front of Donghua Tower is already full of people. Almost all the people of the imperial capital have gathered here, waiting for the biting cold wind, just to see King Qing and King Yong, it is like a legend The king of

Finally, when the two kings surrounded by hundreds of officials ascended the tower, at that moment, the people on the square who had been noisy and boiled all quieted down. Looking up, the two graceful and noble kings on the city waved to the people with a smile. Suddenly, the people downstairs knelt down, and congratulations sounded like a mountain whistling a tsunami.

This worship combines all the respect and gratitude of the people in the imperial capital. Thanks to King Qing and King Yong for rescuing them from the Northern Army, helping them heal their injuries, helping them rebuild their homes, and helping them find their lost relatives... They are grateful, love... They express their simplest actions.

When the gentle comfort, encouragement, and blessings of the two kings spread to everyone's ears gently and clearly, at that moment, the cold wind suddenly turned into the spring breeze, blowing away all the cold, and the body and mind were warm. At that moment, all the people worshiped, and the "long live" at that moment resounded for nine days. That is not just gratitude, it is a complete worship! Worship at the feet of the king who has both benevolence and virtue and unparalleled appearance!

When the fireworks rose, everyone raised their heads and watched the blossoming sparks blooming in the night sky, lighting up the entire night sky brilliantly, and then turning into a dazzling rain of stars and falling.

At the moment, the subjects are happy, and the whole city is excited. It is to wear rain, for a long time, and at this moment, it is also a rare occasion in this troubled world.

Feng Qiwu's gaze shifted from the gorgeous fireworks to the two kings in front of the tower.

On the tower, the courtiers stood behind them or left and right at a certain distance, and then there were servants, maids, and guards. Down the city, there were thousands of people, so many people surrounded them, but they were It seems to be separated from the crowd.

They stood side by side, looking up at the flowers on the sky, with a graceful smile on their faces. Although there are countless bright fireworks in the sky, they can't hide the light of the two. The elegance is above all else. The elegance.

The courtiers, the people, the noise, and the laughter suddenly disappeared. Only the two people were left above the tower, against the sky full of fireworks behind them. The two people are so invisible, so detached... they are so. Match people, but why are they so alienated? Although surrounded by hundreds of officials and embraced by the people, why did the two show such loneliness?

Feng Xiwu watched silently.

Amidst the fireworks like a sea, and amidst the joy of boiling, at that moment, the abundance of breath and wind cherish the clouds high above, but at the same time a sense of solitude and loneliness in the sky.

No matter how many people are and how lively the surrounding atmosphere is, they are far away.

Turn your head sideways, just to see the fuzzy smiling face of the other party.

They stand side by side, they are only one punch away, they are so close, they are so far apart, as if through a transparent mirror wall, you can clearly see the person on the other side, but the tentacles are The insurmountable coldness!

"Today is actually the birthday of the Lord, but the Lord has never celebrated it."

Suddenly behind him came a murmur of Duanmu Wensheng, Feng Xiwu's body was shaken, and his heart was filled with unspeakable sorrow.

At the child's time, the lights in the palace went out one by one, the celebration was over, and everyone went to sleep.

In the sleeping hall of Jitian Palace, Zhong Li and Zhong Yuan waited for Feng Lanxi to wash their feet, and then stepped back quietly. When they closed the door, they saw their lord leaning on the couch by the window, with snow in his hands. There was a pill-like wine in the jade cup, the window door opened slightly, and the cold night wind blew in, and the black hair was fluttering and draped, and it also covered his face.

Oh! Both of them sighed softly at the same time. Every year tonight, the Lord stayed up all night. It seems that this year will be the same.

They turned and left, only to see a servant rushing over.

"What's the matter?" Zhongli asked aloud, and signaled to relax his steps, not to disturb the Lord.

The servant hurriedly stopped and replied softly: "Ms. Feng, please see me."

"Huh?" Zhong Li and Zhong Yuan looked at each other, and the two identical faces showed exactly the same confused expression: What is she doing so late?

Then Zhong Yuan replied: "The Lord has already stopped, if Miss Feng has something to do, please come back tomorrow."

"The slave and maid also replied, but... it's just Miss Feng and she..." The waiter hesitated and looked carefully at the exact same faces in front of him. He still couldn't tell the two people apart, only knowing that it was King Yong. The closest and trusted person can’t be offended, "Miss Feng...must see King Yong, so..."

Hearing this, Zhong Li and Zhong Yuan looked at each other, then walked back to the door together, Zhong Li knocked on the door lightly, "Master, Miss Feng, please see me."

In the sleeping hall, Feng Lanxi was staring at the bright red wine in the cup in a daze. He was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he pondered for a moment. He faintly smiled, "Miss Feng, please wait in Nuanlan Pavilion."

"Yes."

Zhong Li went to convey, and Zhong Yuan opened the door and waited for Feng Lanxi to dress. When he was about to tie his hair, Feng Lanxi waved his hand and walked out like this.

In the Nuan Orchid Pavilion, Feng Qiwu quietly looked at a snow orchid picture on the wall. In the snow-like petals, there was a little blush, like blood that accidentally dripped. She knew that Feng Lanxi painted this morning.

There was a slight creak, the pavilion door was pushed open, and the cold wind entered.

Feng Xiwu turned her head and saw a figure walking slowly towards the dark sky behind her. She got up and saluted silently.

"What's wrong with Miss Feng looking for loneliness so late?" Feng Lanxi asked with a smile.

Zhong Li and Zhong Yuan closed the door and retreated.

Feng Qiwu raised his head and stared at the person in front of him.

It was still the handsome and elegant appearance that she was familiar with in the past, but tonight, looking at those black eyes that were the same as usual, she felt a pain in her heart. Those eyes were so black and so deep, like a quiet bottomless whirlpool, hiding all his emotions, anger, sorrow and joy.

She moved to the round table in the room, and said in a flat tone: "Xiuwu has made something, and I want to invite King Yong to try it."

"Oh?" Feng Lan raised his brows and looked at Feng Xiwu, who was shining brightly under the lamp, with a little surprise. In the middle of the night, would you like him to taste her cooking?

Feng Qiwu unwrapped the tightly wrapped cotton cloth of the food box on the table, then opened the lid of the box, revealing a bowl of noodles in the box.

The moment I saw the bowl of noodles, the graceful smile on Feng Lanxi's face finally slowly receded.

"Although it's late, this is the first time Qiwu made it. Can King Yong enjoy his face and taste it?" Feng Qiwu brought out the noodles and gently placed them on the table.

Feng Lanxi stared blankly at the noodles on the table.

"It's still hot." Feng Qiwu put his chopsticks on the bowl and raised his eyes to look at Feng Lanxi.

Feng Lanxi stood for a moment, then moved slowly, approached the table and looked at the bowl of noodles.

The noodles are really ordinary, and just by looking at it, the taste can never be "delicious." The noodles were obviously boiled for too long, and they were all sticky together, covered with a layer of green vegetables, but because of the stuffiness for too long, the green leaves had turned yellow, and there were two boiled eggs on the green vegetables, but the person who peeled the egg shell The level is not good, and there are potholes on the surface. The only thing that can be determined is that it is really hot. In this cold night when the drops of water become ice, there are wisps of heat on the porcelain bowl.

Seeing Feng Lanxi examining the noodles, Feng Qiwu suddenly felt a little guilty, "That...well, because it's the first time, so...it doesn't look good, it's just..." She hesitated to explain. But the more he talked, the more he became bottomless, his fingers were tightly twisted, his eyes looked at Feng Lan Xi, and he looked at the noodles, red clouds rose from the snow-white face, his head hung down, and his voice was inaudible, "It should be...you can eat it." "It's obvious that she can't be sure even herself.

Feng Lanxi stared at the bowl of noodles, and suddenly remembered that a long, long time ago, a gentle voice once said to him: "Xier, you have to remember that on everyone's birthday, we Dadong’s custom is that both mother and children will cook a bowl of noodles for each other. Xi'er is too young now, so he eats the mother first and cooks it. When Xi'er grows up, he can cook a few more bowls to compensate for the mother and queen.” After that, the soft hand will gently stroke the top of his head, bringing him a warm and peaceful feeling.

Birthday...noodles...

After the death of the queen mother, no one has cooked noodles for herself anymore. It is the birthday. Since that **** night, no one has mentioned it, and no one is allowed to mention it.

Forget about what day is today every year, remember what happened every year today, the days go by, all the warmth is far away, only the cold pain sinks into the bone marrow, but...

Feng Lan's eyes moved away, and his eyes fell on Feng Xiwu.

Su Riqing, a cold and arrogant person, is flushed and worried about a bowl of noodles. On this cold winter night, on this New Year’s Eve when Yu Huan, where everyone was taking a feast, fell asleep, she made a bowl of homemade noodles by herself, without congratulations or wishes, just asking him to taste what she did in this life. The first bowl of noodles.

A trace of warmth came to my heart like this. The warmth that I have not had in more than 20 years, I feel it again at this moment, so Feng Lan chuckled lightly, her smile real and shallow, gentle as water.

"It is edible."

He sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating the bowl of hot noodles.

Feng Qiwu's wringed hands were finally released, and he sat down at the table, quietly watching Feng Lanxi eating noodles, watching him finish the vegetables, watching him finish the eggs, and then watching him After drinking the noodle soup... At this moment, Nuanlan Pavilion is so warm and fragrant, this moment is so quiet and long, as if time can stop here, stop at this slightly happy, slightly sad moment.

Ding! The chopsticks on the bowl made a crisp sound, and the noodles were finally finished.

Feng Qiwu stretched out his hand and cleaned up silently.

Feng Lanxi watched her movements quietly, watching the dishes and chopsticks put into the box, watching the lid gently close, he closed his eyes slightly, and sighed: "In these years, except from Zhongli, What Zhong Yuan handed over has hardly eaten anyone else's." A small smile floated across his lips, which was not so much a mockery as it was desolate.

Feng Qiwu's hand trembled when he heard the words and raised his eyes to look at him. The smile came into his eyes, like a silver needle piercing his heart, slightly, but it was in pain for a long time.

"Before...many of the people who tried the food died. Later, they only ate Zhongli and Zhongyuan's food, so that no one was dead." The plain, almost non-warm tone, the cold and almost ruthless look, Feng Lan Xi tilted his head, his eyes fell on the Shenlan Tu on the wall, "After the death of the queen mother, I have no sleep and food."

Feng Qiwu only felt the blur in front of her eyes. Something was flowing from her face. It was cold. She hurriedly lowered her head and wrapped the cotton cloth layer by layer back into the food container. Something dripped on the cloth and fainted. Watermark in a circle.

"The secret arrow Zhouzang, struggling to move." Feng Lanxi put his hand on his cheek, tilted his head to look at the reddish red in the snow orchid, the black hair fell down his shoulders, covering his face, and his expression was blurred. The voice said, "Every year today reminds me, but...this is the first time I have eaten this kind of noodles." He moved his eyes and looked at the beautiful woman with her head down softly, "Xiwu, this is where I am. The first bowl of noodles that the queen mother ate after her death."

Feng Qiwu raised his head, his face was like snow, but his eyes were shining with warm water, and a very shallow and gorgeous smile appeared between his lips, "Xiwu is very lucky."

"Xiuwu," Feng Lan breathed a long sigh, stretched out her hand, touched the person in front of her, fingertips brushed the tears from the corners of her eyes, hot like fire in the cold night, "Xiuwu..." he whispered softly She called her with infinite emotion.

He knows that she has affection for him, but he doesn't know how much she uses affection. This cold-looking woman with extremely high self-esteem in her bones is willing to follow him. When calling, play a pipa for him and sing a clear song; without calling, she stood quietly in her corner, without any request, without any regrets... This is the first time in this life. To his people, it was... never before.

At this moment, I was deeply touched by the lack of affection like abundance of breath. In the dark and bottomless eyes, there was real gentleness at this time, and the soft light of pity was never seen before.

Feng Xiwu looked at those black pupils, and was infinitely satisfied for an instant. There is no need for the cause and consequence, no matter for the situation and aftermath, but at this moment, it is enough!

"Xiwu..." Feng Lanxi looked at the expression on Feng Xiwu's face, and his heart suddenly became soft and soft. He stretched out his hand and gently held her hand, and he whispered a thought he had never had before. , "Qiuwu is willing to be..."

When that word was about to blurt out, a faint sound of the piano sounded, causing the two in the pavilion to shock. Fenglan got up quickly, walked to the window, opened the window, and the sound of the piano sounded clearly. Into.

When I heard the music of the piano clearly, Feng Lanxi's eyes suddenly widened, and there were waves in his black eyes, staring at the night sky scorchingly, as if looking across the dark night to the other end of the piano.

"This is...Qingping Tuning!" His voice trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of frightening Qin Yin, so cautious, so hesitant to believe it.

Qingping adjustment? What kind of song is that? Can he react like this?

Feng Qiwu looked at Feng Lanxi standing by the window, and at the indescribable complex expression flashing on his face, his heart was mixed, who was playing the piano late at night? Who can stir his emotions so much?

"Qing Ping Tune... So... she didn't forget it!" Feng Lan's sigh seemed to be spit out from the deepest part of her heart. , And the night breeze overflowed the window, drifting away leisurely.

At that moment, Feng Xiwu suddenly understood. In this world, who could make him such a person besides Qing Wang Feng Xiyun?

Looking at Feng Lanxi's face flashing all kinds of emotions, confusion, sadness, joy, helplessness... Such a complex, but he has never seen him before. At this moment, sorrow and happiness are in the heart, half for myself and half for him.

She lifted the food container and left silently.

Feng Lanxi by the window turned around and looked at her. At this moment, those eyes that are always dark and bottomless are as clear as a lake, and you can clearly see the light flowing inside, "Xiwu, this bowl of noodles , Lanxi will never forget."

"Yeah." Feng Qiwu smiled and nodded, gently opened the door, stepped out without any hesitation, and then gently closed it.

Two worlds inside and outside.

The door is bright and warm like spring; the outside is pitch black and the sky is cold.

In and out of the door, two people.

The people at the door are excited, joyful and even happy; the people at the door are sad, sad, but pleased.

The sound of the piano is still going on, with a low back and a gentle, gentle wind.

Feng Xiwu outside the door raised her head and glanced at the night sky, Han Xing was shimmering, she hugged the still warm food box to her chest, and she smiled slightly, but relieved, "May God bless you Fu."

Feng Lanxi in the door raised his hand to cover his eyes, but he was totally relaxed, with a smile on his lips, warm and sad, "Has the heaven not given up his breath?"

"What tune are you playing? It's pretty good."

"Qing Ping Tiao, former mother... mother plays it to me every year today."

"Before? She won't play now?"

"She...is gone."

"Uh? It's okay. You can blow it anyway. Otherwise, you can give me your roast chicken. I will play it for you in the future."

……

The people standing in front of the windows of the Jitian Palace and the people sitting quietly beside the Fengying Palace Qin suddenly heard this kind of dialogue in their minds, and the original picture in the memory floated before their eyes.

That cold night at the end of the year when I was young, under the old peach tree, beside the bonfire, the handsome and quiet boy, the handsome girl who loves to laugh, that night they depended on each other for warmth, that night they talked very happily...

At that time, they were young and innocent, and they were strangers who met each other for the first time. He was erudite and gentle, true and deceptive, she was agile, delicious and playful. At that time, they did not have differences in the future, and did not have the advantages and disadvantages of today. They cherished each other and were close in heart...

The song is over, the piano is over, and the deep palace returns to silence, the people by the window are still standing idly, and the people by the piano are at a loss.

Why do you remember? Why does it pop up tonight? Don't know each other, or know each other but don't want to admit it?

Flumped on the piano, buried his head in the arms, and hid deeply, but couldn't hold down the sorrow that came out of my heart.

No matter how good in the past, it is impossible to return, no matter how hard and smooth in the future, it will no longer be possible to synchronize, it is those deep-seated memories that you and I can no longer have, and can only be buried or...discarded!

At the same night, at the same time, across the mountains and rivers, across the city armor, there are people who stay awake all night in Yancheng.

Da! The pen rested gently on the pen holder, and the hand fell back to the table top covered with jade silk paper. The hand was carefully carved from the finest white jade, slender and clean, exuding a soft and gentle jade, perfect but unreal.

"Finally finished." Yu Wuyuan let out a long sigh of relief. I got up and walked to the window, opened the window, a cold wind came in, invaded the warm room, but also injected fresh air.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath of the cool and clear air, your mind is refreshed, raise your head and open your eyes, the dark sky is like the finest ink silk, the stars are like chess, competing to reflect each other, reflecting the earth and the forest The house is full of shadows.

"The stars are near, and the destined meeting will begin." His tone was light and long, and his eyes were as clear as a mirror. "Or is it the end of everything?" A faint smile floated on his lips, and he stood with his hands. , Like a white jade statue, standing quietly, watching the changes of the stars in the sky.

"No destiny." A low and steady voice sounded, and he turned his head, only to see the Dynasty coming over.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Yu Wuyuan asked him.

"I'm asleep, but I just can't sleep." Dynasty pushed the door in. He only wore a robe over his robe, apparently he got up from the bed.

"The injury has recurred again?" Yu Wuyuan's eyebrows gathered. The arrow hurt the heart and lungs that time, and it should have been taken care of, but the dynasty was so busy with the battle that the injuries repeated again and again, and it was not completely healed.

"No." Dynasty replied, approaching the table, his eyes attracted by the wet ink on the table.

"Dynasty, outside of Jiangshan, I also occasionally think about my body." Yu Wuyuan looked at him worriedly.

But obviously, his admonition to the dynasty has not been heard, and his mind has completely sunk into the ink scroll.

Jade Wuyuan sighed silently, moving his eyes to look at the sky, the Mohai stars, the vastness, the world changes, all in them, the world and all things can only follow the path of fate? No matter how hard you try, can no one conquer the sky?

The emperor stars have been born in response to the sky, and the stars have also gathered at the right time. Are the rising and falling of those stars just for the game of chess on the top of the vast mountain? What kind of role do they call the Jade Family of Heaven and Human in this turbulent and ever-changing world? Shura with no blood on his hands? The benevolent who saved the world? Are these just destined?

Destined?

Thinking about these two words, Yu Wuyuan's faceless face with a hint of sarcasm and slightly bitter smile. Eyes closed weakly, and both body and mind sank into the boundless nothingness. Didn't the world solve all these problems from the Yu family? And since the Jade family are called heavenly people, they know everything about it best, but fate... is what their Jade family hates most!

"Perhaps you are the real master of the world!" The dynasty's calm and powerful voice suddenly sounded in the silent room, and the bright golden eyes were staring at the person in front of the window at this time, "'Hui Jue Tianxia The Yu family’s really knows the world, if the Yu family wants this world, it’s as easy as trying to get something from the bag!"

Yu Wuyuan looked back at him, the scroll he had just finished writing in his hands.

"This "First Dynasty" will be announced to the world on the day you ascended the throne." He spoke lightly, turned and walked back to the table, took the scrolls and carefully collected them, "When a new dynasty is established, you can Follow the code..." He paused, and then continued, "Perhaps...you just use it as a reference."

"I don't think there will be anything more perfect in this world than what you wrote, even if it is Qingwang and Yongwang." The Dynasty took over the scroll that Yu Wuyuan handed over to him.

Jade is unfavorable but as if unheard of, walked back to the window and looked through the night sky, "The new year has begun. When will the snow on the top of the boundless mountain melt?"

"You will know it by ascending the Cangmang Mountain." Dynasty walked to the window and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Cangmang Mountain...is the Boundary chess game?" Yu Wuyuan's voice fell into the wind lowly, "Perhaps it is better to leave it as an endgame."