Qingluo Jinghe

Chapter 139

The end of summer is over, and everything in the world is beginning to wither. The lotus in the Taiye Pond blooms and fails, and the lotus leaves are hollowed out by the autumn wind into half an unfinished picture scroll.

"I don't know when His Royal Highness King Xian will come back..." Wu Ling sat by the Taiye Pool and chatted with Zi Hui, "I see that the Holy One is always frowning these days, maybe there is something wrong."

"These days may be better, but the Empress is busy with Princess Taiyuan's coronation ceremony, so she can't have a moment of leisure."

Stretching out his hand to tease the branches that had not yet shed all the dead leaves, Wu Ling sighed as he watched the startled birds fly out of the palace wall.

"It's really frustrating to be idle in this Taiji Palace. I'm thinking about those days in Jianghu..." Wu Ling has been holding back in the palace for a long time. People who kiss younger brothers are usually guests.

"Zi Hui, do you miss your master?"

The Master Zihui mentioned by Wu Ling naturally refers to the former national teacher.After Yueying's successor passed away, the former national teacher traveled all over the world, and now he doesn't know where he is.

"Forget what Master has to do, of course you have to go at your own pace." Zihui looked at it lightly, but she couldn't help but feel a little melancholy, "The only pity is that I am working in this hospital now, so I can't go out with the army, so that the soldiers will be less some pain."

This Taiji Palace has been like this since ancient times. What is blocked in the palace may be the emperor's dream of wandering clouds and wild cranes, or a concubine's extravagant hope of making great achievements, or the royal family's children's desire to stay away from disputes.

Whether it is the royal family or ordinary people, this imperial palace is often like a cage with external splendor and internal continuity. The outsiders are envious and jealous, but they can't get in if they want to enter.

The people inside are disheartened and want to go out, but often they will never get out again for the rest of their lives...

Even in today's Tai Chi Palace, at any rate, it has not locked up the girl who has her own heart, and the relationship between father and son, mother and daughter has probably improved for the better.

"Miss Bai is teaching Her Royal Highness Princess Taiyuan how to play the piano again."

I don't know when the piano sounded, Wu Ling sighed, "It's different from the past, it seems to be a new song."

After listening to the previous song for more than a month, my ears felt callused. Although it was pleasant to the ear, I couldn't stand listening to it thousands of times, and I would get tired of listening to it no matter what.

"It doesn't seem like it came from Her Royal Highness." Zi Hui learned some qin with his master, and they are not very good, but they are much better than Wu Ling who grew up in martial arts, "and it doesn't seem to be the same qin. "

People who practice martial arts have sharp eyes and ears, so Wu Ling listened carefully and said, "You say that, it seems to be the voice from the Palace of Sanqing."

"I think it's Master Guoshi playing the piano." Zi Hui replied without saying a word.

The moon shines on the lonely shadow, the statues of gods are covered with gold, and a wisp of fragrance brews a fairy mist.Guoshi Yueying is wearing a Taoist robe and playing the piano to the moon.

There is no score on the piano table in front of him, so he is already familiar with it.Yueying looked at the moon and talked. After the song ended, she stared at the piano case, and there was no other movement for a long time.

But it turned out that there was a painting on the piano case that was damaged around it, but was mounted on a delicate scroll.

The painting is not very good, at least for a person like Yueying who has a lot of practice, it is more like a child's work.

Covered by the eaves of the temple, one can only vaguely tell that the painting is a portrait of a child.The clumsy lines are sometimes thick and sometimes thin, and they are incomparable to those talismans that Guoshi Yueying usually makes with one stroke, they are very rough and uneven.

The painting is old, but the mounting is much newer. Judging by Yueying's appearance, she should cherish the painting. Perhaps it is the person in the painting, or the person who made the painting has some inextricable relationship with Yueying.

The moonlight diffused over the eaves and climbed onto the painting, which made people see a little more clearly - those cold and gentle eyes, who else could it be but Li Lan?
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