"Although most people at that time were not clear about Master Yudi's true identity, they all had to admit that Master Yudi's wealth was unmatched even in Xuanwei City, where wealthy businessmen were everywhere. Snow lotus from Tianshan Mountain, corals from the deep sea, mink fur from the far north, pearls like the moon, luxurious items one by one, and the most unimaginable pleasures, were given one by one from Master Yudi's hands, to just one person.
Jiang Lili. Nineteen-year-old Jiang Lili.
That day, it was Jiang Li's music that hooked him. Her hands not only plucked the strings of the zither, but also plucked the heartstrings of Master Yudi.
And just like that, half a year passed.
The envoy of the big family finally found Xuan Weicheng, but Master Yu Di drove him away. Later, the person in power in the big family, Master Yu Di's father, came in person. When he came, officials of Xuan Weicheng, big and small, welcomed him and set up a banquet directly in Qingge Tower. The banquet was a farewell banquet, for Master Yu Di to say goodbye to everyone in Xuan Weicheng, because he was leaving here and returning to his family in the north. Although this farewell seemed too forced no matter how you looked at it.
Perhaps this huge family did not allow a singing girl to marry a young master, or perhaps Young Master Yudi, as the heir of a large family, had already been engaged. Anyway, this time, Young Master Yudi had to leave. But at that time, in addition to compromise, there was actually another way. It was Jiang Lili who proposed it. When she proposed it, she looked at Young Master Yudi with expectation, but she only saw a face full of indifference.
This road is called elopement, which means giving up all wealth and glory and wandering around the world to elope.
Obviously, Master Yudi did not choose this path. On the day he left, it was the annual Flower Drunk Festival. The Qingge Tower was bustling with people, and everyone was celebrating with wine. However, Jiang Lixin, who should have been the protagonist, was sitting alone on the pavilion, drinking wine, looking at the long queue going away with a lonely face. Finally, when there was no trace of him anymore, Jiang Lixin gently sang the most beautiful melody in the world and the most bizarre legend of Xuanyuan City.
Jiang Li Li sang these few short lines of poetry in such a high pitch and such a sorrow. It made people all over the world sigh and feel sorry for them. After Jiang Li Li finished singing, she jumped off the mountain. People saw that her hair had turned from black to white.
It was not a long story, but with the sound of the woman's pipa, it was told in a sad and touching way. The young man in white finally sighed and said to the old man, "A young man from a noble family may look arrogant and unruly, and not take the world seriously. But if one day he finds that he will lose the family behind him, that kind of arrogance and insolence will disappear completely."
The old man picked up a chopstick from the table and tapped the teacup gently: "How many years has this story been told?"
The female musician shook her head and said, "I don't know. It's probably been several decades. At that time, I had just come to Qingge Tower not long ago. Now even the owner of Qingge Tower has changed several times. I am the only one left in the building."
"Is it possible that a story that has been told for decades is actually false?" the old man said dimly.
The female musician trembled slightly, then quickly regained her composure and continued, "This is just a legend. As long as people like to listen to it, what does it matter if it's fake?"
The old man ignored her and continued to talk to himself: "Perhaps Master Yudi doesn't love Jiang Lixin, but another woman? Or maybe the black hair is not because of the tragic music, but for some other reason?"
When the female musician heard this, her expression changed again and again, and she gripped the pipa tighter and tighter.
"Let me tell you another story." The old man took the wine pot on the table, poured out the remaining tea in the teacup, and replaced it with a glass of wine. "In my story, the person that Master Yu Di fell in love with was not Jiang Li Xin."
The young man in white also got himself a glass of wine and looked at the old man with a smile.
"In fact, Master Yudi had come to Xuanwei City three months before he met Jiang Lixin. That time, it was late at night. He sat on the bow of the boat and played the flute. The whole lake was filled with such elegant and graceful music, but it seemed so lonely. Suddenly, a pipa sound flashed from a pleasure boat not far away, blending with the flute sound, interweaving warm music on the lake. Master Yudi put down the flute and asked the boatman to sail the boat to the side of the pleasure boat. He saw a woman, hugging the pipa, shining with flowing light like a beautiful jade. The woman also saw Master Yudi, the jade flute man with white clothes like snow, sword eyebrows and star eyes, who seemed like a god. That woman was naturally Yun Wanjin under the Pipa Moon. Master Yudi gave Yun Wanjin the family inheritance treasure Linglong Jade, and Yun Wanjin also gave her a flute made of flawless jade in return. Their legend began.
Because of something important, Master Yudi left after a few days. It was not until three months later that he returned again in white clothes as white as snow, riding a boat. But this time, in order to conceal his identity, he pretended to be in love with Jiang Li, and secretly met with Yun Wanjin. However, since Master Yudi could move Yun Wanjin's heart, Jiang Li might not be able to escape either.
But Jiang Li was such a smart woman that she soon discovered that Master Yu Di's heart was not with her. Finally, after getting drunk, the three words "Yun Wan Jin" kept coming out of his mouth, and she understood everything. Just like the song she was best at. Butterfly loves the flower, the flower has no heart, the butterfly loves the flower.
After that, Master Yudi's father came.
So, Master Yudi and Yun Wanjin began to plan to elope. Jiang Lili saw all of this. So in private, she began to threaten Master Yudi. Gradually, she could no longer bear it, and Master Yudi decided to kill her.
Finally one day, he handed a cup of poisoned wine to Jiang Lixin in the best elegant seat of Qingge Tower. The poison was called "White Hair Powder", and the poisoned person's hair and beard would turn white, and he would not survive for more than a cup of tea. It was this bizarre poisoned wine that created the legend of Morning Silk and Evening Snow, but it was too ironic. Jiang Lixin knew it was poisoned before she took it, but she drank it without hesitation. After that, she sang that last song and threw herself into the calm Chunshui River, stirring up layers of ripples and creating the most beautiful legend of Xuanwei City.
When Yun Wanjin arrived, Jiang Lixin was just jumping out of the window. She looked at Master Yudi, the Master Yudi who had killed her most beloved friend, and she didn't say a word. Then the story ended. Master Yudi returned to his family, and Yun Wanjin disappeared.
The old man's voice was not as gentle as the woman's, but the vicissitudes of life and sadness he told were just as strong. Both the young man in white and the female musician were immersed in the story.
"Su Baiyi, let's go." The old man put down the cup and stood up.
"If I were to write this story, this story would have an ending." The young man in white murmured as he looked at the cup in his hand.
The old man frowned slightly, and the female musician turned to look at the young man.
"The poison was not administered by Master Yudi, but by Jiang Lili herself. She was a very smart woman. A cup of tea was enough time for her to write her legend, and it was also enough time for Yun Wanjin and Master Yudi to have an eternal estrangement." The young man in white stood up, looked at the female musician, and said softly, "If the story is written like this, wouldn't it be more tragic?"
"Let's go!" The old man walked straight forward.
The female musician put down her pipa and exclaimed, "Su Jian!"
The old man seemed not to have heard it and walked downstairs directly.