The moonlit night was bright, the atrium was as clear as stagnant water, and the shadows of bamboos and cypresses covered the ground with algae. A young man was practicing swordsmanship alone in the courtyard, and in the silence only the sound of the blade breaking into the wind could be heard.
Chen Siheng's strength was weak, and the sword he swung swayed, and the long sword fell from his hand and fell to the ground. He reacted quickly and stepped back, but he didn't let his foot fall, just stared at the sword for a long time, and sighed heavily. Chen Siheng touched the dagger in his arms, squatted down, couldn't help but whispered:
"Sister Jingshu... I still can't hate you..."
Suddenly there was a creaking sound, the heavy gate of the house was pushed open, and a long wind passed through the courtyard. Chen Siheng grabbed the long sword, turned around and stared at the person who came vigilantly, "Who?!"
I saw two men in black pushed the door open and stood on both sides, followed by two teams of men in black, who looked indifferent and lined up left and right.
This battle instantly caused Chen Siheng's cold sweat to soak his back, and he didn't dare to move, staring at the last person who stepped in.
In the darkness of the night, the person came with a handsome appearance, the lotus pattern on his clothes was like blood, and there seemed to be a faint smile in his eyes, "Why is this expression, you don't know me?"
Chen Siheng turned his surprise into joy, "General Chu?! You came to see me?!"
"Well," Chu Mingyun said, "let's see if you're dead."
His excitement was suddenly extinguished, and Chen Siheng's mouth twitched, unable to answer.
Chu Mingyun looked around and asked a few words about his daily situation at random. Then he suddenly changed the topic and said, "I have something to ask this time. Even if you don't want to recall, you have to answer honestly, okay?"
Chen Siheng smiled, somewhat relieved, "I've thought about it for so long, there's nothing I don't want to recall, just ask."
"What exactly did you hear when there was an accident in your house?"
"I don't know anything," Chen Siheng shook his head, "when grandfather sent us away, no matter what I asked, they only told me that it was fine, and the night the fire started was too sudden, everything was messy, I I couldn't even see what I heard." He paused, "...I only saw Sister Jingshu rushing in and taking me out."
Chu Mingyun frowned slightly, and asked again, "In the red sleeve trick that day, what were you going to tell Su Shiyu before I went?"
"Sister Jingshu asked me to say that the other party is called the Taiwei," Chen Siheng looked at him, and suddenly said anxiously: "Yes, General Chu, who is the Taiwei, could it really be he who killed my family?"
Chu Mingyun looked at him expressionlessly, "It's me."
"Ah?" Chen Siheng couldn't react, "But... but aren't you a general?"
"When the government was in charge of the DPRK and China, the position was Taiwei, and on the battlefield, he was naturally a general." Chu Mingyun explained, his eyes were slightly cold, "Let me think about it, if it wasn't for my chance encounter with Su Shiyu that day, Does she plan to tell me that the other party is the doctor of the censor?"
As a result, the two of them were divided, and the Chu Party and the Su Party suffered from infighting, so as to gain the benefits of the fisherman.
"The abacus is really good." He sneered and took out the bronze talisman from his sleeve, "Little devil, do you know what this is for?"
Chen Siheng took it, shook his head, thought about it carefully, and then nodded again.
"Um?"
"There is a brother who often comes to see Sister Jingshu. Once I saw that brother gave this thing to her, and then several people listened to her orders." Chen Siheng said, "I guess it should be a token or something. Or something that proves identity."
"Then have you heard them mention Huainan?"
"Never." This Chen Siheng answered decisively.
Chu Mingyun nodded and took back the bronze talisman, thoughtfully.
Seeing that he had finished asking, Chen Siheng looked at the men in black and couldn't help asking, "General Chu, are those people your subordinates?"
Chu Mingyun glanced back, "Shadow Guard."
Chen Siheng's eyes lit up, looked at his face carefully, and summoned up his courage: "Then look... can I also be your shadow guard?"
Chu Mingyun suddenly laughed when he heard the words, "Do you know what Shadow Guard means?"
"… the shadow of the master?" he speculated.
"Yes," Chu Mingyun looked at him slowly, "so why do you think I agreed to have such a short shadow?"
Chen Siheng: "…"
Chu Mingyun smiled, turned around and walked out, and waved his hand casually, "Keep calm, hold the sword tightly, and then I will call you when I use it."
Chen Siheng exclaimed in surprise, "Really?"
No one answered, and in the blink of an eye, the shadow guard had closed the door again, and the courtyard was silent again, as if no one had ever come before.
On the ancient road back to the city, the horses walked slowly, the horses' hooves stepped on the new grass silently, and the shadow guards who followed were silent and silent. Chu Mingyun was thinking about what Gu Zi was thinking, and his eyes were fluctuating. Suddenly, he stopped his horse, raised his hand to stop the Shadow Guard's inquiry, tilted his head slightly, and listened carefully.
There was a very weak sound of the qin, and the ethereal and silent tone seemed vaguely sad, but it was as light as a stream on a stone, and it was almost inaudible in the low place.
Chu Mingyun listened for a while, turned over and dismounted, and threw the reins to the shadow guard behind him, "You go back first." After saying that, he left.
He followed the sound of the piano, dividing the flowers and the willows, and when he opened a prosperous peach blossom, his vision suddenly became clear, and he was slightly startled.
Ba Shui Tang Tang accompanied Li Ting, the moon was like frost, and the young man in white in the pavilion was cold and cold. The young man sat on the ground in the pavilion, with his back against the vermilion pavilion pillars, and a paulownia qin on his knees. He lowered his head slightly and strummed the silk strings, his long hair leaning forward with his movements, white on his moiré silver embroidered robes. Xuan Shang's meandering ink shades and drooping eyebrows are the usual handsome ones.
The eyes of the world are indeed not bad, and there are few people in this world other than him who are worthy of being gentle and kind like jade.
Su Shiyu heard the footsteps and looked up, the sound of the piano lingered, and he looked at the person walking in front of him, "Why are you here?"
"I still want to ask you about this." Chu Mingyun looked around and found that he was alone, "I heard the sound of the piano on the road, I thought it was some singer, but I didn't expect it to be Master Su here, really. Casual and elegant.”
Su Shiyu said lightly: "It's not that some singer-songwriter has disappointed Master Chu. It's not too late for you to leave now."
"Why did Master Su drive me away?" Chu Mingyun raised his eyebrows slightly, "You don't want to see what happened to me?"
"How come." Su Shiyu chuckled.
"What did you play just now?" Chu Mingyun squatted down in front of him and stared at him slightly, "Are you actually paying homage to an old friend?"
"What," Su Shiyu laughed, "Is Master Chu planning to comfort me?"
Chu Mingyun laughed, "My uncle can't change his face when he dies in front of him, how can you use my comfort."
Su Shiyu lowered his eyes and did not answer, and put his fingers on the strings again.
Chu Mingyun didn't care either, he sat down next to Su Shiyu with his robe, raised his hand and touched him, "Change the song."
"..." Su Shiyu looked at him sideways, "Do you really think of me as a performer?"
"If I want to find a music actor, I won't want to hear you play." Chu Mingyun replied as a matter of course.
"That's right," Su Shiyu laughed, "Jiangnan's No. 1 qin play was bought by people for a lot of money and sent to your house. There is indeed no shortage of people to play the qin."
Chu Mingyun looked at him sideways, and said with an unclear meaning: "You know a lot about me."
Su Shiyu paused for a moment, then said calmly: "It's just that the girl Ru Ji is too famous, even I have heard of it. I wanted to ask her for advice, but unfortunately I have no chance, but I didn't expect you to be dismissed later. It's clean, and there's no trace of it yet."
Chu Mingyun said with a low smile, "Didn't I have a deep-rooted love for you?"
Su Shiyu avoided his gaze, "It seems that I can only ask you, is Ru Ji's piano skills really as good as rumored?"
Chu Mingyun briefly thought about it and gave a three-word evaluation: "Listen to sleepy."
Su Shiyu couldn't help but give him a deep look, "With such an appreciation ability as Master Chu, I really can't think of a reason to play hard for you."
"In the middle of the night in the wilderness, I didn't come back to the house to listen to Master Su playing the piano. It's really sad that you still despise me." Chu Mingyun sighed faintly.
"… what do you want to hear?"
Chu Mingyun thought for a while, "King Lanling enters the battle song."
Su Shiyu suddenly raised his eyes when he heard the words, his eyes fell on his face and looked at him carefully for a moment, "When I mention this, I think of a question that I wanted to ask you for a long time."
"King Lanling is often humiliated on the battlefield because of his beautiful appearance, so he made a hideous golden mask to deter the enemy. Then how did your face dominate the battlefield?"
"This is also very easy," Chu Mingyun sneered, "As long as there is disrespect, the enemy will be tortured and killed, and the soldiers will be severely punished. Within two months, there will be no one in the army who dares to look directly at my face."
"It's really strict in governing the army." Su Shiyu couldn't tell the difference between praise and criticism. After pondering for a long time, he suddenly asked softly: "Frankly, I don't think you are a person who covets glory, and even has no interest in many mundane things. Then why do you want to enter the battlefield and go to court?"
"Do you want to hear the truth or the lie?" Chu Mingyun looked at him.
"Why should I ask you to listen to lies?" Su Shiyu looked back.
Chu Mingyun looked away and looked at the distant shadow of the thousand-folded mountains. The pale green mountains and the silver-white river stream fell into his dark eyes. He pondered for a moment before speaking. His tone was always casual, but he fell to the ground. There is a voice, "If I have to say it, what I want is to expand the territory of thousands of miles and call all directions to worship."
Su Shiyu was stunned for a moment, then turned his eyes away, raised his hand to put on the strings, and the bright moonlight spread evenly on his fingers.
The chorus is elegant, the sound is like the falling of jade beads, the sound of drums and drums is shaking, and it is gradually entering the golden dagger, and the iron horse glaciers are rolling in.
The tide filled the vermilion pavilion, Chu Mingyun put his elbows on his knees, turned his head and held his cheeks, staring at Su Shiyu in a trance.
Even those who dislike Chu Mingyun have to admit one thing, he gave birth to a very beautiful skin. Gossip has always been rare. Some people say that the curvature of the thin lips is fascinating, and some people say that the gesture of the blood-stained plain white fingers holding the fan is the most moving.
But now Su Shiyu suddenly felt that his eyes were really unstoppable. When you smile, the spring water is full of light, and when you calm down, the autumn water is clear and bright and cold.
Suddenly turning the fingers and closing the strings, the song is over, the music tide recedes, leaving the world in silence for a while.
Chu Mingyun didn't change his movements, stared at him for a moment and then suddenly said, "Is your face a little red?"
"..." Su Shiyu sighed silently, "Anyone who is stared at by you for so long will be uncomfortable."
Chu Mingyun smiled slowly, "You are better."
"What?" Su Shiyu was slightly surprised, facing his eyes with a deepening smile, and it was difficult to return to his senses for a while.
Chu Mingyun pointed to the piano on his lap, "No. 1 in Jiangnan, far inferior to you."
"Thank you for your praise." Su Shiyu retracted his eyes and smiled. It's just that between these few words, although he breathed a sigh of relief, there was an unspeakable suppressed emotion that quietly climbed up, and he couldn't figure it out.
Chu Mingyun turned his head, relaxed his body and leaned against the pavilion, "You continue to play you, don't care about me."
Su Shiyu responded lightly, but he suddenly opened his mouth again: "That's right."
"how?"
"Do you want something sweet? I can give you some pine nuts."
Su Shiyu chuckled softly, noncommittal, and played another melodious tune.
Chu Mingyun didn't speak anymore, and closed his eyes as if a little tired. The music was gentle and melodious, he seemed to feel uncomfortable in his posture, his body suddenly moved slightly, leaning on the pavilion column sideways, his shoulders rested on Su Shiyu's, his long loose crow-colored hair slid down with his slightly side head, falling on the pavilion. Su Shiyu's shoulder was lifted up by the night wind and swept over Su Shiyu's chin, an indescribable itch and numbness.
Unprovoked heart palpitations burst out, and Mu Lahe's voice clearly sounded in my ears:
"so… "
"So Anino likes him?"
Su Shiyu made a mistake, and the sound of the piano was unstable.
In an instant, tens of thousands of butterflies fluttered and flew up, and the wings of the butterflies on their chests fluttered, and their hearts were completely disordered.
"The fourth generation of the Su family does not lack a general of you."
"I won't take you to the battlefield again, you just need to learn to be a civil servant in the future."
"What I want is to expand the territory of thousands of miles and call all directions to worship."
-Like it
"He's important to the country, so why are you being so nice to him?"
"When the pretty brother is here, the fog disappears!"
"I want to guess too much, such as how do you think of me."
-Like it
"Don't you have a heart?"
"No intentions, no desires, no blood and no tears! Go on like this, you should be alone for a lifetime!"
"It's all said to invite you to drink to celebrate, why do you keep frowning?"
-Like it
"Will Su Aiqing like this?"
"I forgot, you never like anything."
- Don't like it
…then why does the sound of my heart beat make me so painful.
Su Shiyu stopped his hand, the strings were still trembling, and the tune had already lost its tune, as chaotic and disordered as his mind was disturbed. A little nervous, a little joyful, a little dazed, and a little pain in the apex of the heart that cannot be ignored, it turns out that everything is true.
Su Shiyu raised his head slightly and let out a long sigh. After a long time, he slowly turned his head to look at Chu Mingyun beside him. He seemed to be unaware of everything, still resting with his eyes closed, his eyes calm.
Su Shiyu stared at him for a long time, then suddenly he slowly raised his hand and reached out, his fingers stretched, carefully, wanting to touch his eyes. This simple action took too long, the vicissitudes of life sighed, the sound of running water and wind swept across his ears, and his hand finally stopped at an inch distance, as if it was frozen, it was difficult to get closer.
Because Chu Mingyun suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the fingers in front of him without a trace of emotion.
Su Shiyu's eyes returned to calm in an instant, and his mind was also clear. He folded a very slight arc in his hand, as if it was just an inadvertent pause, and lightly tore off a hair from Chu Mingyun's forehead, took it to the bottom of his eyes and looked at it seriously, "So I was wrong, I thought it was wrong. It's white hair."
Chu Mingyun looked at him, raised his hand, and rubbed his aching forehead.