The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 740: Goodbye is also love
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The rain in early winter in Jinling is very cold.
In such a cold and rainy season, it is naturally more joyful to sit in the room and cook a pot of wine. And if you can sit in the warm boat and drink with many women, it will naturally be more pleasant.
There are many painted boats floating in the Qinhuai River as in the past. In the painted boats, as in the past, there are dignitaries from Jinling City. On such a rainy night, I invite three or five friends to sit around the fire and enjoy dancing and listening to music. Having a tea party is of course a great pleasure.
Such joy can't be found in other painted boats, but the red-sleeved boat is deserted and has nothing.
The Red Sleeve Moves on the Qinhuai River in Jinling never received any guests after its reconstruction.
Huqinhu people no longer make wine, and Tianxiang wine has become the last song.
Now there is only one name left in the Red Sleeve Move. Even Liu Yan'er, the only singer in the Red Sleeve Move, was sent away by the Hu family at some point.
She seemed tired and tired.
She has no intention of composing music anymore. She is like an old man in his twilight years, sitting on the bow on the second floor of the boat all day long, making a pot of tea or a pot of wine alone—— The wine was Xishantian Chun, and then I had a plate of peanuts alone, drinking and eating while looking at the Confucius Temple.
It seems that the hole in the Confucius Temple that was blasted has not been filled in and is no longer guarded, and there is a past that she is nostalgic for.
It rained in Jinling that night.
The lantern held by Hongxiu is still on, and he is alone like someone waiting to come back.
Hu Qin was sitting in the spacious hall on the second floor, with a piano in front of her.
She stared at the piano in a daze for a long time, but she didn't put her finger down. The sound of the piano naturally didn't sound, but she got up and left.
She sat in front of the window on the other side, lit the wine stove on the table, put a pot of wine on it, and then turned to look out the window.
Outside the window is the vast Qinhuai River. There are still many painted boats floating on the river, and the sound of silk and bamboo can still be heard from those painted boats.
Faint, gentle, occasionally broken by the night wind, and then connected again... What they played and sang were all the words written by Fu Xiaoguan.
She took a deep breath and thought of Fu Xiaoguan, with a smile on her face.
At this moment, she raised her head and looked at the door curtain.
The door curtain opened, and a middle-aged man wearing Tsing Yi walked in.
He was not wearing a raincoat or a bamboo hat, so he was covered with the early winter rain.
Hu Qin's eyes suddenly froze, and her face, which had not shown much emotion for a long time, was suddenly moved when she saw this man!
She stood up, but without walking over, in her sight, the man came gracefully.
"We've been apart for nearly twenty years. How are you?"
"Eighteen years, four months and twelve days!"
The man was startled, then smiled hoarsely, "Your memory is still so good."
"Ji Yungui, since you left decisively back then, why did you come back today?"
He is Ji Yungui!
He came in a hurry from the city of Ningsang in Wofengdao.
"...passing by Qinhuai, I happened to see the lantern held by Hongxiu, so I came up to see you."
Hu Qin was startled, "Just for a look?"
"..."
"Since you're here, please take a seat. I'll treat you to a drink, Xishan Tianchun brewed by Xiaoguan."
Ji Yungui sat across from Hu Qin. Hu Qin filled two glasses of wine without looking up. She handed him a glass without saying anything.
Because he just came up to take a look.
Time flies by, and people grow old and yellow. Look at it... Her stunning appearance didn't let him stay back then. Now that people are old, he must be disappointed after seeing it.
Ji Yungui's eyes kept falling on Hu Qin's face. He suddenly showed a smile and drank the wine glass in one gulp.
"Wine is a mellow fragrance, and people are beautiful with age... Your appearance in my heart has never changed, whether it was eighteen years ago or now."
"Your mouth has deceived many people to death."
"But I have never lied to you!"
Hu Qin was silent again. She turned to look out the window. The drizzle that drifted in moistened her hair and her heart.
As a young man at that time, it was like a dream that I wanted to forget but could still remember.
"How have you been doing these years?" Hu Qin asked lightly.
"Shanghao, the young master has grown up and is almost the same as what the young lady said back then."
Hu Qin turned his head and looked at Ji Yungui, "I remember the young lady said back then...You and I don't need to take care of the young master's affairs."
"After all, I still feel uneasy."
"But since you are watching, let me ask you, what happened to the avalanche in the Snow Mountain in Guanyun City?"
Ji Yungui was silent for a few breaths and whispered: "I think the direction of history has changed."
"What?"
Hu Qin looked at Ji Yungui in shock, "You mean...that big avalanche shouldn't have happened in the first place?"
“It can also be said that someone deliberately caused that big avalanche to change history.”
"..."
"I suspect something."
Hu Qin frowned slightly, "For example...?"
"For example, the young lady knows the art of turtle breathing, and the young lady also taught Emperor Wen the art of turtle breathing!"
"..."
It's night, and the red sleeves have caused another fire.
The Red Sleeve Move, which existed on the Qinhuai River for more than 20 years, has completely disappeared since then.
It is said that the Hu Qin Hu family, who were once famous in the Qinhuai River, were buried in this sea of fire, and even their bodies were never found.
Five days later, on the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month in the 10th year of the Xuan calendar, the first snow fell in Jinling City.
It was night, Xu Shaoguang, the head of the Xu Mansion and Xu Yunqing's father, was lying on the bed, chanting Xu Yunqing's name, and ascended to heaven.
He left a relic to Fu Xiaoguan.
That is the wooden fish that he has been knocking for nearly twenty years.
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Half Inkstone Pavilion in the Harem of the Imperial City of the Yu Dynasty.
The falling snow painted the world into a vast expanse of white.
Two pots of charcoal fire have been lit in Banyanxuan, and tea smoke is also rising.
While making tea, Empress Shang said to Emperor Xuan who was standing in front of the window admiring the snow: "Ji Yun has left. He said... that he wanted to investigate that period of the past."
Emperor Xuan was startled and turned around, "The matter has been settled for a long time. Is there anything left to investigate?"
Empress Shang was silent for a moment, "Maybe we can really find out something."
"...You and Xu Yunqing were very good at that time. Have you seen the "Nan Ke Ji"?"
Empress Shang shook her head and poured two cups of tea, "There are only a handful of people in the world who have actually seen that book. Now eighteen years have passed, and there has been no news about "Nan Ke Ji" again. , I think Xu Yunqing had already destroyed that book."
Emperor Xuan did not take this matter to heart. He was originally thinking of Fu Xiaoguan.
"The official is back." He said lightly.
"The Chinese New Year is almost here, and he should come back to see his wife and children."
"But the place he went to was Fenglin Mountain."
"..."