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1174 Longevity

Before Xia Zhaoyi's eyes, the corpses of His Highness Qianqiu who had been tortured to death appeared in front of his eyes, as well as the rusty, mutilated and worn torture instruments hanging in damp and dark places.

There are also the twisted corpses that Zhili described in the concrete that were smashed out by the master with a sledgehammer.

In the entire Qianqiu Palace, what she saw was not immortality, but the Infinite Underworld.

This was the catastrophe of the Qiao family, and the body she was reborn in happened to be named Qiao.

"Have you ever heard of a person's name?" Xia Zhaoyi asked, "Tang Xiangsi."

Fan Zhuyi frowned slightly and said slowly: "Visitors from the mountain temple come to the mountains and seas under the moon. In the old dreams of the past, the peach blossoms are smiling."

"Visitor to the deceased." Xia Zhaoyi said quietly.

"Do you believe in resurrection?" Fan Zhuyi asked, "I believe in immortality, but I don't believe in resurrection."

Xia Zhaoyi smiled calmly: "I have no intention of discussing immortality or afterlife with you. I just want to know about his life. Since you can recite his poems, you should know a thing or two about this person."

"You are joking, how do I know this person? If I knew him, why should I go to Feng Qingang to find the way to immortality? I can just look for Tang Xiangsi. If he is still alive, he should be more than three hundred years old.

."

"You may have heard of the book Ju Zhou Ze, also known as Zhong Miao Lun," Xia Zhaoyi said.

Fan Zhuyi nodded and said: "It was a great calamity in ancient times, but today we are forced to enter reincarnation and be reborn again and again."

"Shen Lie has seen this book before. In Shi Yingying's Xiangxue Garden, I have always been curious about what kind of woman Shi Yingying, Shen Shu's mother, was."

Zhan Ning turned his head slightly and looked towards the man in the wheelchair.

In the dim light, the man's skin was as white as snow, and his covered eyes seemed to hide all his emotions.

The profile of his face is a mountain-like nose bridge, the delicate lip corners under the nose bridge have no arc at all, and the thin but very powerful smooth jawline is half-hidden in the hanging black hair, which adds to his already cold and soft temperament.

cold.

Zhan Ning looked at him and looked away.

Fan Zhuyi sneered: "What kind of woman? She is just a selfish, cold, crazy and crazy stupid woman!"

"You dislike her so much?"

"Who likes such a crazy woman? She is a shameless slut who is fascinated by Shen Shuangcheng's beauty. She has no family or friends in her eyes. In terms of ruthlessness, you are far inferior to her. In terms of betrayal and separation, she is worse than Shen Lie. In terms of cruelty, she is far worse than Shen Lie.

Feng Qing'ang is so cruel and crazy that it's hard to compare with her. In terms of methods and city government, my nephew Lin Qingfeng is at least a hundred years behind her."

"It seems that you really don't like her." Xia Zhaoyi said.

Fan Zhuyi narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath: "In fact, she should be an outstanding woman."

Fan Zhuyi looked at the tea cup he put down. The tea leaves in the cup were like pointed boats, with buds and leaves spread out, green in color, and lingering fragrance.

He was caught up in the memories of many years and said slowly: "It is said that women of the Shi family have no in-laws, and all children born to a woman will take their mother's surname. Shi Yingying, she is the most beautiful and beautiful woman of her generation. When she was young, she had a lively temperament.

In addition to being smart and well-trained, there are few women in the world who can live as chicly as she does. However, she met Shen Shuangcheng, such a proud woman. In the end, she had to accept the humiliation of the Shen family and accepted herself as a concubine, abandoning Qili.

I don’t want mountains and rivers, so I am confined to a deep courtyard in Yunliang, thinking about scheming with other women all day long to beg men to love me. In the end, I die worse than a dog!”

The corners of Xia Zhaoyi's lips curled up slightly in a neither salty nor bland way, and he lowered his head and chanted softly on the music. After a few sounds, the strings faded, the wild geese stopped in the wind, and the wilted green flowers were buried.

Shen Shu's head tilted slightly, and his auricles moved due to the sound of the piano.

Zhan Ning frowned slightly. He didn't know the music, but he felt that the sound of the piano was scratching his ears.

Fan Zhuyi raised his eyes and looked at Xia Zhaoyi, then at the strings under her fingertips.

It seems sad but not sad, it seems resentful but not resentful, it is not a plaintive cry, nor is there any sympathy or compassion.

The sound of the piano is vast and vast, and it scratches the heartstrings where it stops. I want to continue listening, but I am afraid to continue listening.

If I really have to find a word to describe these sounds, the word "desolate" is the most suitable.

The sound and the wind carry it, originating from the ancient mountains, sweeping over the mountains and seas, drifting through the city and the wilderness, but in an instant it returns to silence. Before it can become a legend, create glory and become immortal, it suddenly changes the world and disappears in the long night. .

"Miss Ah Li, are you sorry for Shi Yingying's music?" Fan Zhuyi said, breaking the silence.

"What a pity?" Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "She and I are not familiar with each other."

"Then the sound of the piano..."

"Play it with ease." Xia Zhaoyi said.

Seeing that she didn't want to say anything, Fan Zhuyi didn't ask any more questions.

Xia Zhaoyi lowered his head and looked back at the strings, his long fingers ghostly brushing across the surface of the piano, and his clear eyes seemed to pass through the strings, travel through time and space, and stop on all kinds of women's faces.

She seemed to suddenly understand why she liked Zhao Ning and Mrs. Qu.

I also understand why she was willing to give Chu Zheng a happy and neat death.

Compared with them, Shi Yingying and Tao Lan, including Shen Lie's biological mother Guo Hanyue, Yan Qinglin and others...

Xia Zhaoyi frowned slightly and stopped himself from commenting on them.

"So, what Shi Yingying wants is Shen Shuangcheng?" Xia Zhaoyi said, "The books in her house and the skills in her hands are all to win Shen Shuangcheng?"

"good."

"But "Zhou Juze" is an alchemy book."

"She has gone crazy a long time ago," Fan Zhuyi sneered, "She will try any side path that is valuable in her eyes. And in this "Zhou Ju Ze", maybe she wants to seek the way to immortality and pay filial piety to Shen Shuangcheng. My parents are so fond of them, and even more favored by Shen Shuangcheng?"

Xia Zhaoyi was silent for a moment and said, "Okay."

She raised her hand and pushed the guqin out slightly, allowing Fan Zhuyi to see more clearly the plum branches on the guqin that belonged to Nianhuazhai.

"Everyone and everything, including Tang Xiangsi and you, revolve around Hengxiang," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Tang Xiangsi has lived in Hengxiang for a long time."

Fan Zhuyi looked at Mei Zhi: "I know what you are going to say, my mansion."

"It seems you know this plum branch."

"Painted by Tang Xiangsi," Fan Zhuyi sighed, "but I did come to find Feng Qingang. All I know about Tang Xiangsi is his poems and paintings."

"Has Feng Qingang mentioned him to you?"

"Feng Qing'ang disdains him, saying that he is like a resentful husband. His words are painless and groaning, and he moans in sorrow. He insists on expressing sorrow in order to compose new words. When others are happy, he talks about sorrow, and when others are named on the gold medal list, he is also sorrowful. Splendid flowers are sad, good wine is sad, and a beautiful woman is sad in his arms. All things are sad in his eyes."

Xia Zhaoyi smiled faintly: "It sounds a bit fun."

"Feng Qing'ang is also a talented person," Fan Zhuyi sneered. "His humble room is covered with this poem. Visitors to the mountain temple come to the mountain and the sea to the moon. In the old dream of the past, the peach blossoms are smiling."

"Full of stickers?"

"Yes, the papers all over the wall and floor are all filled with this poem."

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