Zhong Lishuo was a little caught off guard when he suddenly learned that the queen was choosing a wedding partner. While thinking about what Da Siming said, if you have the heart, it would not be difficult to renew the marriage. While reciting, there is a long and long road between the queen and her, and it is a little difficult to create fate.
Zhong Lishuo, who was uneasy for a while, didn't know what he said to his elder sister in the end. After sending the eldest sister back, she fell down on the chair in a loss. A slender lady, a gentleman, a hero like a queen, how can I ask for it
Besides, Zhong Lishuo didn't even know how to pursue people. At this important moment, she was actually somewhat grateful for the emperor's finger marriage, at least it would allow her to have such a marriage with the queen.
But that's it, she didn't even show her heart to the queen. Is she so timid as a mouse? Now you are still extravagantly hoping to get the favor of the queen
No matter what, her admiration for the queen is not wrong. If there is a chance, she must say it word by word. Gratitude and respect, she had confided to the queen thousands of times in her previous life, but she shyly hid her feelings. Then this time, she must tell the queen that she admires her.
She is also one of the Queen's suitors. It's up to people to make things happen, and it's up to heaven to make things happen, no matter whether she succeeds or not, as long as she does her best.
After motivating himself like this, Zhong Lishuo returned to the bedroom and fell asleep peacefully.
In the evening of the next day, Lin Mengdie really waited for Zhong Lishuo in Hongwen Hall holding the chiba music score. When he saw Zhong Lishuo, Mr. Lin smiled and said, "This is the score, I copied it for you last night."
Zhong Lishuo was overjoyed, took the sheet music and bowed respectfully: "Thank you, sir." After speaking, she handed over the sheet music she wrote yesterday to Lin Mengdie, and said, "I have a sheet music for Mr. ."
Zhong Lishuo smiled and handed the score to Lin Mengdie. Lin Mengdie smiled and opened the score, and said, "Whose score is this?" He said, opened the score, saw the familiar handwriting, and exclaimed, "This is Prince Zhaoming's score, how come I've never seen it before? , this song..." Lin Mengdie hummed a few words and said in surprise, "This song... it really is Prince Zhaoming's song."
"Prince Zhaoming still has a piece of music that has been passed down in the world? It must be made by Prince Zhaoming." Lin Mengdie put together the score and said to Zhong Lishuo, "Where did you come from this score, no, it's too rare. , I can't take it."
"This was bought by a student on the street when they were in Lanzhou. It was said that the palace servant who fled to Lanzhou took it from Emperor Zhao's study. Many scores were destroyed, and only this copy was left." Zhong Li Shuo looked at it. The score in Lin Mengdie's hand, thinking about the traces of damage caused by the tea that she deliberately poured on it last night, she thought that a sincere person like Lin Mengdie shouldn't be able to see the problem.
"This is really precious, and students naturally want to keep it." Zhong Lishuo thought, it was the best piece of music he felt, but he was reluctant to finish writing the score. It was dedicated to her mother, the deepest thoughts.
"But if the gentleman wants it, it doesn't matter if I give it to him."
Lin Mengdie was very moved to hear the young man's sincerity. Lin Mengdie thought for a moment, then said, "Well, since you got it, it's your fate. I'll take a sip, lend me this sheet music for a few days, how about you give it back to you?"
"Since this is the case, let's handle it with Mr." Zhong Lishuo replied, and then heard Lin Mengdie ask, "Why doesn't this song have a name?"
Zhong Lishuo's heart skipped a beat, and he forgot to think about the name of the song. After thinking about it, she had to say calmly: "When I got it, I was also curious about the name of the piece. After playing it a few times, I felt it would be better not to name it."
"An unnamed song, what the person who listens to the song hears is the song." Zhong Lishuo thought, what she misses is her mother, and what others hear is homeland, homesickness, and love. Then, let's not talk about it, it doesn't matter what the listeners think.
"An unnamed song." Lin Mengdie flipped through the sheet music and the last inscription was in the summer of the third year of Yuanhe. I think it was made by Zhaoming when his country was subjugated. Why do you have such bright thoughts when the country is subjugated? Like, talking to someone, I'm fine.
This is similar to the joy of Tianyimen. Those who are dying, comfort and talk to the living.
Lin Mengdie read the sheet music, thinking about the passionate tune, and couldn't help thinking that the prince wrote only seven or eight pieces in his life, related to the gods and the people, but none of them were related to the people close to him.
Is this song written for relatives? In the third year of Yuanhe, the only relatives of Emperor Zhao were the King and Queen of Yunzhong. This song is definitely not for the King of Clouds.
That is, it was written to my wife.
Because of the date marked by Zhong Lishuo, he completely thought of Lin Mengdie on another person, and began to feel that the emperor and the empress might be deeply in love. In a sense, Lin Mengdie is also Zhong Lishuo's bosom friend.
Lin Mengdie held the score and read it again and again, and suddenly thought of the little princess who visited yesterday, and asked the boy in front of him, "Asu and Princess Jingming are very familiar?"
"Huh?" Zhong Lishuo looked at the gentleman in front of him doubtfully, not knowing where his question came from. She was familiar with Jingning's child, but she wasn't very familiar with her now.
Seeing her like this, Lin Mengdie sighed in understanding, reached out and patted her thin shoulder lightly, and said, "Young man, you are riding on a leaning bridge with red sleeves all over the building." Lin Mengdie sighed, Said: "Lend me this score for three days, and return it to you in three days."
After saying that, the two said goodbye and left.
By the time Zhong Lishuo returned from Shaoxing, the lights of Yuanzhou City were already lit up by thousands of lights. The young man in the carriage drove home, but was stopped halfway. But it turned out that a young man from an ordinary family suddenly fell ill and had to be sent to the hospital for medical treatment. The damage to the carriage at home had not been repaired, so he stopped the car for help.
Without thinking, Zhong Lishuo ordered Ah Sheng to drive the person to the hospital. On the other hand, he was alone and walked slowly home under the bright lights of Yuanzhou City.
In the early spring, it was still a little cold. Zhong Lishuo, who was wearing a blue Taoist robe, wrapped in a cloak and hugged Lin Mengdie's score, was walking on the long street, looking at the hustle and bustle of the lights and his heart was peaceful.
Years ago, she climbed the plum tree beside the palace wall and looked at the dim light that lit up in the dark and dark palace, and felt extremely warm. If you are bigger, go to Yunzhou and see the lights of the city for the first time in your life. There is a kind of surprise to come to the kingdom of God. It was the first time that she felt freedom deeply. After experiencing the bitter sorrow, it was the King of Clouds who accepted her.
Although it was not her home, it was already a safe place.
Later, when I returned to Yuanzhou, I never had the chance to see such a bright lamp again.
Zhong Lishuo was walking on the streets, smelling the fragrance wafting from various alleys, a feeling of being born in this world so wonderful came to his heart.
There was the sound of horse hooves coming from behind, passing in front of her, and then turning back. Zhong Lishuo, who didn't notice it at all, walked slowly, when he heard a man's voice blasting in his ear: "Little brother, why are you walking on the street alone, is no one here to pick you up today?"
Zhong Lishuo raised his head and saw a man sitting on a horse facing the wind in a Yushu tree, and it was Yang Yuting. Her gaze passed through Yang Yuting, saw the other person on the horse, and suddenly froze in place.
That face looked back at her under the bright lights, with a hint of curious concern in her eyes. Zhong Lishuo looked at the woman in the round-necked robe under the lamp, at the jade crown she wore, at her brows like Qingdai, eyes like autumn water, and upturned nose, and at her lips that were as cold as the blade of a knife. Fen, for some unknown reason, his nose was sour, and tears filled his eyes.
She remembered this face, which had been branded on her soul since the first glimpse of it before the temple was destroyed at the age of sixteen. She has faced him day and night, and walked through the long palace corridor with her hand. Until he died, what he recalled was this soft face like spring water.
Zhong Lishuo stood on the long street, holding the sheet music in his arms, staring blankly at the woman on the horse, for a moment he forgot about Yang Yuting beside him.
Yang Yuting, who was sitting on the horse, called her a few times, turned his head and glanced at Su Yanqing, the commander of the golden-robed guards who were waiting for him, and the queen, and said to him, "My lords, this child belongs to Lezheng Shilang's family, I'm afraid there will be no one today. I'm here to pick her up, she's a child this evening, can I send her back first?"
After arriving in the city, the dark guards followed, and the safety of the queen was also guaranteed.
The queen nodded, grabbed the reins and looked at the young man on the long street, but seeing her staring at him blankly, an unusually familiar feeling came to her mind.
Looking at each other, Zhong Lishuo, who saw the queen again, suddenly returned to his senses, coughed lightly, and asked himself to look at Yang Yuting in front of him, and replied with a smile, "Good commander Yang."
"You child, I just told you that you shouldn't do anything." Yang Yuting looked at her and asked with concern, "Is no one coming to pick you up in the Hou residence today? Come on, get on the horse, and my brother will take you back."
"What do you call your lord, I'll call you big brother from now on." Yang Yuting stretched out his hand towards Zhong Lishuo as he was kind.
Zhong Lishuo shook his head, didn't stretch out his hand, he just replied with a smile: "I just got distracted thinking about the school, so I didn't hear it. Someone came to pick me up today, but I just borrowed the carriage for emergency use, so I walked. Go home. It doesn't take long from here to my house, so I won't bother Master Yang anymore." She knew what Yang Yuting was thinking, so she wouldn't call him brother.
After Zhong Lishuo finished asking Yang Yuting's words in a slow manner, he couldn't wait to set his eyes on Xuan Jingchen, and asked curiously and carefully, "Who are these two adults?"
Seeing her asking, Yang Yuting turned his head and set his eyes on the two behind him. He looked at Su Yanqing and said, "This is Mr. Su Yanqing from our golden robe guards."
"As for this one..." Yang Yuting hesitated for a moment, unable to make up his identity. Seeing the young man who was looking at him intently, Xuan Jingchen pondered for a moment and said, "Yongle."
"Yes, it's Lord Yongle of Jinpaowei." Yang Yuting took the words and said aloud with a blushing face and a heartbeat.
Yongle…
Zhong Lishuo thought to himself that the queen's ability to forge her name was too bad, so she just used her name as her name. Although few people know her name, it is too obvious.
But Zhong Lishuo gladly accepted, she bowed and saluted the two women on the horse: "I have seen Master Su, Master Yong."
When he got up, the boy holding the sheet music stared at Xuan Jingchen.
Standing beside Zhong Lishuo, Yang Yuting looked at the thin young man Qingjun, and said, "When will you be able to repay this carriage borrowed? This night is so cold and dewy, what should I do if I stay out for a long time and get windy? I'll send you back first."
"The hospital is very close, and my servant will be back soon." Zhong Lishuo replied, and the two discussed on the side of the road.
Xuan Jingchen, who was beside him, didn't interrupt, just quietly looked at the gentle and elegant young man's gesture of replying in a soft voice. Thinking of the vast scenery that I saw on the shore of Liangshui just now, I couldn't take my eyes away. As a foil, Su Yanqing watched Yang Yuting's contest with his future brother-in-law. He was funny and cute at the same time.
Only when the impatient young man stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhong Lishuo by the collar, trying to lift her to the horse, Su Yanqing, who couldn't see it, was ready to persuade her.
Before Su Yanqing could say anything, she heard the warm voice of the queen beside her: "Master Yang, let go of the young master."
Zhong Lishuo, who was lifted up, landed on the ground safely. The teenager holding the sheet music sorted his clothes and looked up at Yang Yuting helplessly. This silly boy, if he can catch up with Le Zhengying, he can only be a fool and a fool.
The sound of horses' hooves approached Zhong Lishuo, and when the boy who was sorting his clothes sighed, a sentence fell into his ear, "Come up, can I see you off?"
Zhong Lishuo raised his head suddenly, but saw the woman on the horse leaned slightly and stretched out his hand towards her. Those eyes that were as clear as autumn water were looking at her so fixedly at this moment, and they were so focused that they were fascinated.
The heart seemed to be hit hard, Zhong Lishuo hugged the sheet music and placed his hand on Xuan Jingchen's palm tremblingly.
The author has something to say: Prince: Yang Yuting, stupid.