That was the last time Mr. Fang Xiaohou saw her. Less than a year later, during a leisure time, he heard some servants talking that the businessman had returned to the capital again and had a new beautiful girl, but she died of illness forever.
On the way home, the fragrance disappeared and the jade died.
This pain hidden deep in my heart never surfaced again after I entered the officialdom and wore a mask to show people a smile. At this time, it was evoked by the sound of the piano. When I came back to my senses, tears were streaming down my face.
Mr. Fang Xiaohou wiped his tears, forced a smile and said to Lin Yuqing: "Master Lin's piano is truly extraordinary!"
He also asked Su Ziji: "I wonder if Su Huiyuan has a poem to match it?"
He came this time because he knew the details of Lin Yuqing, and also knew that Lin Yuqing and Su Ziji were secretly fighting each other. In addition to being frightened and angry, he was also worried about Lin Yuqing, a friend of many years.
But the matter has reached this point, and it is no longer easy to deal with it. He can only hope that the relationship between the two people is best limited to the hatred of the country and the family, rather than being filled with personal resentment.
After all, they are such outstanding people, and it is really a pity that they really turn against each other.
Of course, Mr. Fang Xiaohou knew that he was naive for thinking this way, but he immediately changed his attitude towards his long-time friend, and he asked himself that he couldn't do it.
Because he was conflicted in his heart, the tone of his invitation to Su Ziji for poems at this moment also contained a hint of pleading that he was not even aware of.
Su Ziji took a look and smiled: "What's so difficult about this?"
Immediately, under Ye Buhui's command, a maid laid out the table and put paper on it. Ye Buhui rolled up his sleeves and personally polished Su Ziji's ink.
Su Ziji thought for a moment, then dipped in ink and wrote a poem.
"Toast a cup and drink to laugh at Yama, not to admire fame and sing evening songs. Half a generation of youth knows all kinds of tastes, and is full of great ambitions. It has failed three times. I am obsessed with power and power, but I have failed in my job. Romantic rivers and lakes are also entangled. I am still proud of picking chrysanthemums on the east fence. Why regret and lament that it was wasted."
Lin Yuqing and Mr. Fang Xiaohou both watched. When the poem was finished, not to mention that Mr. Fang Xiaohou had a lot of emotions in his heart. Lin Yuqing, who was in his thirties and had spent half of his youth in the great capital city of Zheng,
I am also filled with emotions.
I just feel that this poem was written by Su Ziji to himself.
It's a pity that he can no longer hope for any romantic world, let alone the days of picking chrysanthemums on the east fence. Half of his youth has been wasted, so he can only grit his teeth and go on.
Thinking about it, all kinds of grievances and hardships in the first half of his life made him hold a breath in his chest.
After reading this poem several times, I couldn't help but laugh.
Unexpectedly, the person who understands me best is the one who ultimately deceives me!
There is obviously a teenage gap, but the other person can express all kinds of sadness that he cannot tell others.
I was never pushed to Dazheng by the Lin State to be a hostage. I was just a clan son who was not respected. At least in the Lin State, I could have enough food and clothing, and I could also play the piano and play chess every day. I didn't have to be too aggrieved in that way.
On his own, he feels at ease.
It's a pity that his destiny has never been in his own hands. He can only do it by moving forward without regrets even if he dies!
For a moment, the room became dead silent, and only the sound of raindrops could be heard, but Su Ziji could be seen writing another poem without stopping.
There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
Can this feeling be recalled? But it was already at a loss.
There was emotion in the last poem just now. When I saw the sentence "Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time", Lin Yuqing suddenly didn't know where he was touched. His eyes suddenly turned red, and he could barely hold back the tears and sighed.
: "With this poem, my life has been lived in vain!"
With that said, he bowed to Su Ziji and left.
Lin Yuqing walked out of the door. As the drizzle and cool breeze stirred up, there were two people who were guarding the entrance of the hall, helping her get into the bullock cart. One of them asked: "My lord, you don't look right. Are you sure that Su Ziji framed him?"
of you?"
"Go back first!" Lin Yuqing didn't answer immediately. He just waved his hand and heard a shout. The bullock cart was moving. In this weather, there were almost no pedestrians at the alley. He went out smoothly. Only the hooves of the bullocks fell on the muddy water.
sound.
"Can this feeling be recalled? It was just that I was at a loss at the time."
Listening to the drizzle falling now and then slowly, Lin Yuqing read the poem written by Su Ziji again and sighed: "If only in the past, we might have become close friends..."
Pity.
Su Ziji regretted that Lin Yuqing had a talent for piano and chess, and that he had no talent and ambition, but in the end he was just a puppet of Lin Guo in Dazheng, an informant, and a possibly important chess piece, and could not become a chess player in the end.
As for Lin Yuqing, it was a pity that Su Ziji, Huiyuan in his teens, was young and handsome. Although he had never focused on chess, he was still talented and could write good poems casually, and the poems were in line with his own wishes.
It's not that we have to make a mortal enemy, we can make friends as early as possible, and there is no mistake. It's actually not that difficult to become close friends.
To be honest, although I have a good relationship with Mr. Fang Xiaohou of Dazheng, it is mainly due to the long contact time and my deliberate catering. In terms of speculation, Su Zi will be in the position of Mr. Fang Xiaohou, or the two of them have been together for a long time.
They won't just be friends, but become lifelong friends.
As soon as the words changed, Lin Yuqing showed a sneer and said: "Whether it was framed by Su Ziji or not, according to what is written on the note, this person is a descendant of the former crown prince of Dazheng. Because of the incident more than ten years ago, I have been with the crown prince."
A blood feud has been formed between the same bloodline, and what is written on it is true. I am afraid this matter will not be rectified."
This is a secret battle, either you die or I live.
There was a piece of hair between his fingers, and you couldn't see it unless you looked carefully.
This was when he leaned over to read the poem written by Su Ziji when no one was paying attention, and took it away from Su Ziji's shoulder.
Originally, he came to Taohua Lane not to reconcile with Su Ziji, nor to see the complicated expression on Mr. Fang Xiaohou's face.
Now that you have decided to return to your country, it would not be your style if you don't say something in return before leaving.
Moreover, based on the conclusions he drew from his connections within the government circle, Emperor Zheng seems to have regretted the incident involving the prince, and will miss the prince even more as time goes by as his sons compete for the throne more and more fiercely.
As a descendant of the prince, Su Zi may be able to reach great heights even if he is still alive.
Judging from the current national strength of Dazheng and Lin State, if he ever escapes back to Lin State one day, he will not be able to live a peaceful life.
Lin Yuqing handed the hair to his attendant: "This is Su Ziji's hair. As soon as we evacuate, please ask Mr. Yan to perform the spell immediately."
"My lord, the cost of performing magic in Beijing is very high." The follower hesitated: "And Su Ziji..."
"This person is just a Hui Yuan now, but he is not a noble person yet. He can cast spells, and I just want to influence a little bit, not kill him." Lin Yuqing said calmly: "So I am just interfering with his
It’s just a palace examination, it would be better if I could not disobey you in front of you.”