Qingchuan History

Chapter 226

After tossing twice, turning hands backwards and forwards, this ink research was not satisfactory.

Gu Xinglang looked at the ink in the inkstone, the thickness was okay, but it was uneven, and he was sure that his hands that had been writing every day for 20 years would not be unstable.

Keep your hands steady.

That is restlessness.

Who can be quiet when full of warmth and fragrance.

The roots of his ears were slightly hot, and he couldn't remember how he developed to the point just now.And Ruan Xueyin was drinking tea standing at a square table a few meters away.

He should have drunk three cups.He counted silently.Still going on.

It should be half a stick of incense time.she thought silently.And finally got out.Almost out of breath.

She picked up the white jade cup and drank the fourth cup of tea.

Does this person drink tea as wine?Gu Xinglang caught a glimpse of her behavior from the corner of his eye, shook his head and was speechless, took a Yanghaohu pen and dipped it in ink to write.

Ruan Xueyin slowed down.

She silently walked back to the desk, keeping a considerable distance, watching him write the ghost stroke by stroke.

The number of strokes in one character in Shuishu is comparable to twenty in everyday characters.Learning characters is endless.What you need to learn is its composition method and word-making logic.Logic understands everything.

"This time I'm writing—" She wanted to remind him not to write poems, or he would not fall into the trap, so she paused and only asked.

"Don't worry. It's not poetry." Gu Xinglang focused on writing, answered succinctly, and said again after a while: "Looking at your bookshelf at that time, there was no such thing as poetry. I thought you didn't read."

"There are two books. Put them next to your pillow and read them before going to bed."

No wonder.Gu Xinglang continued to write, remembering that he also lifted the bed curtain back then, but didn't notice that there was a book beside her pillow?
I'm afraid I'm just looking at people.He was ashamed, and the snow-white shoulders and tentacles were greasy in his mind, and he was even more ashamed.

"At the Tianchang Festival night banquet, I chose the poems used in Xirun's dance. Didn't you guess it at the time? How could you think that I don't read poems."

Gu Xinglang was startled.

There is such a thing.

He also said something like "like a poem you chose".

How did you write "Autumn Wind Ci" but completely forgot that night?

Then he thought of something else:
"At that time, you were eager to help others invite pets."

Ruan Xueyin was stunned, "No. She invited me to watch the dance in Cailu Hall, and I couldn't refuse. If I go, I have to watch it carefully, and I should answer well when people ask. She really puts her heart into it." She seemed to be in a trance. Midsummer's past, "How is Xirun recently? Xiling has been busy since she came back, and I haven't seen her for a long time."

"I am not sure as well."

You don't know either?how?

Of course you can't ask.Best not to ask.Don't wade in muddy waters.

Gu Xinglang didn't intend to stop: "I haven't been there for a long time. Cailu Palace."

"Oh." Ruan Xueyin didn't want to answer.But it's also odd that it shouldn't be at all.

"I seldom go there after July. When I met in the imperial garden in August, I came back after enjoying the roses. I didn't stay overnight."

Ruan Xueyin knew about this.The memory is still fresh.

"The same goes for the Boiled Rain Hall. There was no such thing as the Pishuang Hall before, and even less so after July."

To go or not to go corresponds to contacts.

Whether there is or is not, corresponds to the accommodation.

He didn't have to tell her any of this.Ruan Xueyin thought.

She doesn't answer.

"Did you understand?" But obviously he needed her to answer.At least let him know she understood.He stopped writing and turned his head to look at her.

"I heard."

Hearing, but not necessarily understanding.Understand, but not necessary to understand.

Gu Xinglang continued to look at her.

"You just asked me about Jing Tingge calling me Xiaoxue. As I said, she hasn't called me that in 15 years. Like you, she did it on purpose." She started another topic.

The starlight dissipated.From thick to light, and finally turned into the cold night wind outside the window in November.

He did not deny the phrase "intentional".Then you can continue.

"You both want to make each other feel that I'm closer to one of the parties, so as to see what my position is. Even if you are not sure about my position."

At the very least, the battle should be done sufficiently to interfere with the opponent's judgment.

And the extent to which he has treated her, from July to now, all kinds of things, plus just now, she can't tell clearly.There may be a lot of truth in this, but his performance by the lake today is indeed the same as Jingting Song, more acting than truth.

He didn't need to hint in public that he was familiar with her, talking about books and bookshelves; he might really be afraid of her being cold, but based on his past behavior and scruples, it was more likely that someone would get a cloak instead of taking it off. Put it on for her with your own hands.

These are all for Jing Tingge.

Just like Jing Tingge's song "Xiaoxue" intentionally or unintentionally emphasized their ten-year friendship in Pengxishan.

"So." He still looked at her, holding a pen in his hand, "What's your position?"

declarative sentence.

"Neutral," she said. "I told you so."

"Now or?"

When he asked this sentence, those stars seemed to come back again.She's not so sure.

"The first thing I read about the allusion in "Guangling Zhixi" was not the one she talked about today." She didn't answer, and changed the topic again.

The starlight faded again.Maybe it didn't come back.He bowed his head again to write the ghost painting talisman, and said leisurely:

"It's more than one."

"What she said today, I have never heard of it. The Nie Zheng I read in the book was already a famous warrior. What he killed was not the lord, but the Xiangguo; it was not for revenge, but to repay the kindness of knowledge. , killing people for others, a victim of the power struggle between officials."

"What you are talking about is the story in the history books. What Jing Tingge is telling today is the version in "Qin Cao", a folktale." He kept writing, and he has already written seven ghost pictures.

"But in today's scene, what she said is useful. I said that just now, the plot is too different, and it can't stimulate Chunfeng."

"Not bad." He continued writing, the eighth.

"So you are so sure that she will speak that version?"

"Maybe she doesn't know that you are talking about this version?" He asked back, without any disturbance, "I remember you mentioned that there is little history of reading Jingting songs, and all the accumulation of historical allusions is only related to success or failure, and the art of war. She doesn’t have time to read this kind of innocuous little story. And she only knows how to play the piano, "Guangling Stops", and she has been down the mountain for five years, so she may have heard folk stories related to it."

"So you played on the spot and made a gamble?" Or did you gamble based on the reading preference of Jing Ting Ge that she had unintentionally disclosed earlier.

"Not to mention." He wrote faster and faster, the ninth one, "If she can't tell, or if she made a mistake, I have other ways. Since the banquet is set, there is no reason to miss it."

Chunfeng will definitely make a fuss, and it will definitely disturb Shangguan Concubine and Jing Tingge's mind.Doubt but lack of facts, doubt and ultimately can not be sure, doubt and fear alternate, all ghosts are born in secret.

It is to punish the heart.

Ruan Xueyin understood.It's done.

Now even she began to doubt Ah Ji's life and death, and her secrets.If there is indeed a secret, Shangguan concubine may not be able to sleep tonight.And Jing Tingge is obviously still in the dark, returning to Cangwu, there will be some dealings with Murong Xun and Shangguan's family.And Shangguan Shuo's ambiguous and suspicious report today from Jing Tingge will only make him more suspenseful——

If there is a secret, if the secret is of great importance.Then Gu Xinglang set off a huge smoke bomb tonight, yes or no, maybe and impossible, so that no one can really understand the situation of Qi Gong and His Majesty Qi Jun's state of mind.

The first goal of the Hulan Lake Bureau is this.

Suspicious, suspenseful, worried——

Since the beginning of chaos.

"So even if there is no "Guangling Stopping Rest", you have prepared other ways to stimulate Chunfeng and make her fight, and you are sincere."

"Yes." He put down his pen, a total of twelve characters, "Okay. Take it away."

Ruan Xueyin didn't reach out her hand.

He looked up at her again, and after a long while, "Actually, she might make trouble on her own, and she doesn't need anyone's stimulation. It's just that I just heard this song "Guangling Stopping Rest" at noon, and found it useful, so I used it." He didn't have any expression, as if he didn't want to repeat it Pan this section, "Speaking of which, why did the two of them suddenly compete in piano skills? Shouldn't they hurry up and talk behind closed doors?"

They talked behind closed doors. I led them to play "Guangling Stopping Rest".

She couldn't speak.

Tonight, she helped him to a certain extent.

Once in the world of mortals, it is as deep as the sea.No one can pull me in like this.There is no way to get out of the whole body.

The drowsiness came over completely, she felt a headache and wanted to sleep very much, she reached for the piece of paper, "I'll go back first."

Gu Xinglang gently grabbed her arm.

"Sit with me for a while. A little while." He paused for a moment, "I can't sleep."

Ruan Xueyin vaguely understood why he couldn't fall asleep.But still confused.The biggest confusion is, if her thinking is correct and the deduction is true, who exactly did Ai kill with the big flower perfume orchid.when.where.

How was it discovered?

The turning point was obviously that lush autumn afternoon.He and Gu Chunyue asked her about orchids.

Who would kill to cause this effect?So much so that Gu Xinglang, who was floating in Qingfenglangyueshui Palace, also had a sharp knife unsheathed on his face.

The large-flowered orchid can only deal a fatal blow to a person with severe lung disease.Who has lung disease?
Night Breeze is like a blade.He doesn't wear a cloak, just a white dragon-striped uniform.She was wearing that ivory cloak.

Compared with the midsummer, the terrace outside the study in November is a different scene.Sitting side by side against the wind, the two of them were all white at a glance, making it look more and more bitter and cold in the long night, and the morning star was far away.

"Aren't you cold?" Jidu rarely had a strong wind, which was abnormal tonight. Even though she was wrapped in a cloak, she still felt shivering, and turned to ask him.

"It's okay." At this moment, he needs wind, cold, and tranquility.

Stillness is also required.Ruan Xueyin thought silently.She stopped talking, and looked up to see that there were very few stars in the vast sky. It is not suitable for stargazing in autumn and winter, and the colder the stars, the fewer stars.

It should be after Haishi.

Diyan appears at the threshold from the imperial study to the terrace.

"Your Majesty, it's time."

"Yes." Gu Xinglang replied casually.

"The sedan chair has been prepared and is waiting for Madam outside the hall."

The stone fell into the center of the lake.People in the field wake up like a dream.Once the child's hour is over and people haven't left, there is no need for any chariots and sedan chairs.

A lamp must be lit.Listen to Snow Lantern.

Ruan Xueyin stood up.The night wind was like a blade, blowing up the wide white cloak.

"The concubine will leave." She blushed, and when she stood up straight, she realized that the cloak was still on her body, and stretched out her hand to untie it.

"Put it back on." He said, "I'll call someone to pick it up tomorrow."

　"Guangling Zhixi" is "Guangling San", and the two versions of the story mentioned in the article are indeed recorded.The folk version has already said that it is in "Qin Cao"; Ruan Xueyin said that version is contained in "Historical Records".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)