"Although most people at that time did not know the true identity of Master Yudi, they all had to admit that Master Yudi's wealth was unparalleled even in Xuanwei City where wealthy businessmen are everywhere. The Snow Lotus of Tianshan Mountain
, corals from the deep sea, minks from the far north, pearls like the moon, each luxurious item, the joy of imagination, were given away one by one from the hands of Mr. Yudi, only to one person.
Jiang Lixin. Nineteen-year-old Jiang Lixin.
That day, it was Jiang Lixin's music that hooked him. Her hands not only plucked the strings, but also touched the heartstrings of Mr. Yudi.
In this way, half a year passed.
The envoy of the big family finally found Xuan Wei City, but Master Yudi drove him away. It was not until later that the powerful person in the big family, Master Yudi's father, came in person. When he came, Xuan Wei
Officials from all over the city greeted them, and a banquet was set up directly in Qingge Tower. The banquet was a farewell banquet, bidding farewell to everyone in Xuanwei City for Master Yudi, because he was about to leave here and return to his family in the north.
.Although this farewell seems too forced no matter how you look at it.
Perhaps this huge aristocratic family does not allow a singing girl to marry a son of the clan, or maybe Master Yudi, as a scion of a big family, has already been engaged in a marriage contract. Anyway, this time, Master Yudi has to leave. But then
At that time, besides compromise, there was actually another way. That was proposed by Jiang Lixin. When she proposed it, she looked at Master Yudi with expectant eyes, but she only saw an indifferent look on his face.
This road is called elopement, which means giving up all glory and wealth and wandering around the world to elope.
Obviously, Mr. Yudi did not choose this path. On the day of his departure, it was the annual Huazui Convention. The Qingge Tower was full of people, and everyone drank and celebrated, but
Jiang Lixin, who was supposed to be the protagonist, was sitting quietly on the pavilion drinking wine, looking at the long queue going away with a lonely face. Finally, when no trace of him could be seen anymore, Jiang Lixin relaxed
He softly sang the most beautiful melody in the world and sang the most bizarre legend of Xuanyuan City.
A few short lines of poems, in Jiang Lixin's mouth, sang with such high pitch and such sadness that people all over the world sighed and felt sorry for them. After Jiang Lixin finished singing, he jumped down. People saw
Her hair turned from blue silk to white hair."
It was a short story, accompanied by the sound of a woman's pipa, which was sad and touching, and the boy in white finally sighed repeatedly, looked at the old man and said: "Young master from aristocratic family, he seems to be arrogant and unruly, and will not let go of anything in the world."
In my eyes, if one day I find that I will lose the family behind me, that arrogance and arrogance will be gone."
The old man picked up a chopstick on 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 about the Nu family either. It's probably been decades ago. At that time, the Nu family just came to Qingge House not long ago, and now even the boss of Qingge House has changed several times. Back then, in the building
There is only one member of the slave family left."
"Is it possible that a story that has been told for decades is actually false?" the old man said quietly.
The female musician trembled slightly, then quickly regained her composure, and continued: "This is a legend to begin with. As long as people like to listen to it, what if it's fake?"
The old man ignored her and continued talking to himself: "Maybe Mr. Yudi loves not Jiang Lixin, but another woman? Or maybe the black hair is not because of the sadness of the music, but for another reason.
?”
When the female musician heard this, her face couldn't help but change again and again, and she held the pipa in her hand tighter and tighter.
"Let me tell another story." The old man took the wine pot from the table, poured out the remaining tea in the teacup, and replaced it with a glass of wine. "In my story, it was not Jiang that Mr. Yudi fell in love with.
Centrifugal.”
The young man in white also changed himself to a glass of wine and looked at the old man with a half-smile.
"Actually, Mr. Yudi had already been to Xuanwei City three months before he met Jiang Lixin. That time, late at night, he was sitting on the bow of the boat playing the flute, and the entire lake was filled with such elegant and melodious music.
The rhythm, however, seemed so lonely. Suddenly, a pipa sound flashed from a boat not far away, blending with the sound of the flute, interweaving a warm rhythm on the lake. Mr. Jade Flute put down his
He picked up the flute and asked the boatman to sail the boat to the boat. Then he saw a woman hugging the pipa, shining like a beautiful jade with flowing brilliance. The woman also saw Mr. Yudi, who was dressed in white like snow, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes.
Young Master Yudi, who looked like a god. That woman was naturally Yun Wanjin, who played the pipa under the moon. Young Master Yudi gave Yun Wanjin the exquisite jade inherited from the family, and Yun Wanjin also gave her a flawless fine jade in return.
The flute made of jade. Their legend began here.
Because of important matters, Mr. Yudi left a few days later. It was not until three months later that he returned by boat again, dressed in white as snow. Only this time, in order to deceive others, he pretended to be in the same mood with Jiang Li, and
He had a secret tryst with Yun Wanjin. However, since Mr. Yudi could touch Yun Wanjin's heart, Jiang Lixin might not be able to escape either.
But Jiang Lixin is such a smart woman. She soon discovered that Master Yudi's heart was not with her. Finally, after being drunk once, the words "Yun Wanjin" kept coming out of his mouth, and she understood everything.
. Just like her best song. Die loves flowers, flowers are unintentional, and butterflies love flowers.
After that, Master Yudi's father came.
As a result, Mr. Yudi and Yun Wanjin began to plan to elope. Jiang Lixin had a clear view of all this. So in private, she began to threaten Mr. Yudi. Gradually, she couldn't stand it anymore, so he took action to kill him.
Heart.
Finally one day, he handed Jiang Lixin a glass of poisonous wine in the best seat of Qingge Tower. The poison was called "Bai Fa San", and the poisoned person's beard and hair would turn white and he would not be able to survive a cup of tea. It was this bizarre...
The poisonous wine created the legend of Chao Si Muxue, but it was too ironic. Jiang Lixin knew it was poisonous wine before taking it, but she drank it without hesitation. After that, she sang her last song and devoted herself to the peaceful life.
The ripples in the spring river created layers of ripples, creating the most beautiful legend of Xuanwei City.
When Yun Wanjin arrived, Jiang Lixin was jumping out of the window. She looked at Master Yudi, the man who killed her favorite friend, but she didn't say a word after all. After that, the story ended, Yudi
The young master returned to his family, and Yun Wanjin disappeared."
The old man's voice was not as mellow as the woman's, but the sense of desolation of the vicissitudes of life when he told the story was not inferior. 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 his cup and stood up.
"If I were to write it, this story would have an ending." The boy 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 given by Mr. Yudi, but by Jiang Lixin himself. She is a very smart woman. A cup of tea is enough for her to compose her legend, and it is also enough for Yun Wanjin and Mr. Yudi.
Create an eternal estrangement." The young man in white stood up, looked at the female musician, and said softly, "If the story were written like this, wouldn't it be more sad?"
"Let's go!" The old man walked forward directly.
The female musician put down her pipa and exclaimed: "Su Jian!"
The old man seemed not to hear anything and walked downstairs directly.
PS: These two chapters are actually stories written a long, long time ago and have never been published. They were written in the weekly diary when I was in the third year of high school. They were only circulated among classmates. Eleven years have passed now...
Chapter completed!