Eastward Flow

thirty-one

Suddenly learning that the queen was already choosing a big wedding partner, Zhong Lishuo was a bit surprised. On the one hand, thinking that what Da Shiming said is intentional, it is not difficult to continue the marriage. Thinking again, the queen and her had a long way to go, and it was difficult to make a fate.

Zhong Lishuo, who was disturbed for a while, didn't know what to say to her elder sister at the end. After sending the eldest sister back, she suddenly fell into a chair. My lady, gentleman is so good, how can I ask for a hero like a queen?

Moreover, Zhong Lishuo did not even know how to pursue people. At this important moment, she felt a bit missed by the Emperor's finger marriage, at least to make her and the queen have such a marriage.

But that's it, she didn't even show her heart to the queen. Is she such a timid person? Is she still hoping to get the favor of the queen?

In any case, her admiration for the queen is not wrong. If there is a chance, she must say it word by word. Thankful and respectful, she had talked to the queen thousands of times in her previous life, but only the affection she hided shyly. Then this time, she must tell the queen that she admires her.

She is also one of the Queen's suitors. Doing things in others, accomplishing things in heaven, whether she succeeds or not, as long as she does her best.

This inspired me so much that Zhong Lishuo returned to his bedroom and slept peacefully.

In the evening of the next day, Lin Mengdie really held the Shakuhachi music score and waited for Zhong Lishuo at the Hongwen Museum. At the first sight, Mr. Lin laughed and said, "This is the music score. I copied it for you last night."

Zhong Lishuo was overjoyed, and received the music sheet with a respectful gift: "Thank you very much." By the way, she handed over the music sheet written yesterday to Lin Mengdie, and said, "As soon as Mr. Vest has a sheet music, the student also returns a sheet music to Mr. . "

Zhong Lishuo smiled and handed the score to Lin Mengdie. Lin Mengdie opened the score with a smile, and said, "Who's this?" He said, opened the score, saw the familiar handwriting, and exclaimed: "This is the score of Prince Zhaoming, how have I never seen it? "This song ..." Lin Mengdie hummed a few words and said with surprise: "This song ... is really a song of Prince Zhaoming."

"Is there still a tune that Prince Zhaoming hasn't passed on to the world? This must have been made by Prince Zhaoming." Lin Mengdie closed the music score and said towards Zhong Lishuo: "Where did you come from this music score? It's too rare , I can't accept it. "

"This was bought by a student on the street while in Lanzhou. It was said that the palace man who had fled to Lanzhou took it in Zhaodi's study. Many of the scores were destroyed, leaving only this one." Zhong Lishuo looked at The music sheet in Lin Mengdie's hand, thinking about the tea that she deliberately spilled last night, caused the traces of breakage. I thought that such a sincere person as Lin Mengdie should not see the problem.

"It's really precious, and students naturally want to keep it." Zhong Lishuo thought, it was the song that he felt was the best, but he was reluctant to finish the score. It was the deepest thoughts dedicated to her mother.

"But if he wants it, it doesn't matter if I give it to him."

The young man's affection was sincere, and Lin Mengdie was very touched. Lin Mengdie thought for a moment, and said, "So, since you got it, that's your fate. I'll touch it. How about borrowing this score for me for a few days and returning it to you?"

"Since this is the case for the husband, let's handle it with the husband." Zhong Lishuo responded, listening to Lin Mengdie asking, "Why is there no name for this song?"

Zhong Lishuo was a little bit confused, and forgot the name of the song. She thought about it, and had to say very frankly: "When I got it, I was also curious about the name of the song. After playing it a few times, I thought it would be better not to name it."

"An unknown song, what the listener hears is He Qu." Zhong Lishuo thought, she missed her mother, and others heard home country, homesickness, and love. Then, let ’s not talk about it. It does n’t matter what the listener thinks.

"Song of Anonymous." Lin Mengdie flipped through the last part of the score, which was Yuan He's three years of summer. Why do you think so brightly when you die? Like, I'm telling someone, I'm fine.

This is similar to the joy of heaven. Soothing and confession for the living.

Lin Mengdie read the score, thinking of the passionate tune in her heart, she couldn't help thinking that the tune written by Prince Edward's life was only seven or eight, it was about the gods, it was about the people, but none of it was related to those close to her.

Is this song written for relatives? In Yuanhe three years, the relatives of Emperor Zhao were only King Yunzhong and Queen. This tune must not be for the king of clouds.

That's it for my wife.

Because of the date marked by Zhong Lishuo, she completely thought of Lin Mengdie on another person, and began to feel that the empress may be affectionate. In a sense, Lin Mengdie can also be regarded as a confidant of Zhong Lishuo.

Lin Mengde read and read the score, and suddenly thought of the little princess who visited yesterday, she asked the young man in front of her, "Ashu and Princess Jingming are familiar?"

"Huh?" Zhong Lishuo looked at the husband in doubt, wondering where the problem came from / Jing Ning's child, she was naturally familiar, but she was not very familiar yet.

Seeing her like this, Lin Mengdie sighed, reached out and patted her thin shoulder gently, saying: "Juvenile Lang Ye, riding on a leaning bridge, riding the floor with red sleeves." Lin Mengdie said with emotion, He said, "I've borrowed this score for three days, and will return it to you three days later."

In other words, the two parted off and left.

By the time Zhong Lishuo returned from the life of the younger commander, the lights in Yuanzhou City had already been turned on. The boy in the carriage drove towards the house, but was stopped halfway. It turned out that a young man from an ordinary family suddenly fell ill and had to be sent to a hospital for medical treatment. The damaged carriage had not been repaired, so he stopped the car for help.

Zhong Lishuo didn't hesitate to think about it, and ordered Aseng to drive to the hospital. And, alone, he walked home slowly in the bright lights of Yuanzhou City.

In the early spring, it was still a bit cold. Zhong Lishuo, wearing a blue robe, was wrapped in a large salamander, holding the music score of Lin Mengdie, and walking on the long street, looking at the hustle and bustle of the lights, a quiet heart.

Years ago, she climbed the plum tree next to the palace wall and looked at the ray of light in the dark and deep palace, only to find it extremely warm. Bigger, when I went to Yunzhou, I saw the city lights for the first time in my life. It was the first time she felt freedom deeply. After experiencing painful sorrow, it was King Yunzhong who accepted her.

Although it was not her home, it was already a safe place.

Later I returned to Yuanzhou, but never had the chance to see such a bright lamp.

Zhong Lishuo strolled the streets, smelling the scent floating from various alleys, a wonderful feeling born in the world came to my heart.

The sound of a horse's hoof came after her, beat her in front of her, and turned back. Zhong Lishuo, who did not notice at all, walked slowly, and heard a man's voice bang in his ear: "Little brother, why are you walking alone on the street, no one is here to pick you up today?"

Zhong Lishuo looked up and saw Yang Yuting, the man sitting on the horse Yufeng Linfeng. Her eyes passed through Yang Yuting, and when she saw the other person immediately, she froze in place.

The face looked back at her under the bright lights, and there was a curious concern in her eyes. Zhong Lishuo looked at the woman in a round neck robe under the lamp, looked at her jade crown, her eyebrows like autumn leaves, her eyes like autumn water, and her erect nose, and her lips were cold as a knife. Flap, somehow why the nose was sore, and tears filled the eyes.

She remembered this face, and she was branded on her soul since the glance at the ruined temple when she was sixteen. She had opposed it day and night, and she once walked through the palace corridor. Until his death, in retrospect, this face was as soft as spring water.

Zhong Lishuo stood on the long street, holding the score, looking at the woman on the horse, and forgot about Yang Yuting beside him.

Yang Yuting, who was sitting on the horse, called her a few times, turned his head and waited for his gold robe guard, Su Yanqing and the empress, and said, "Master, this child is from the house of Lezheng's servant. I am afraid there is no one today. It's time to pick her up. She's a kid this evening. Could you let me send her back first? "

As soon as they arrived in the city, the dark guards followed, and the safety of the queen was also guaranteed.

The queen nodded and looked at the boy on the long street, holding the reins handrail, but when she saw that she was staring blankly at herself, an unusually familiar feeling came to mind.

With four eyes facing each other, once again seeing the Queen's Zhong Lishuo suddenly looked back, she coughed, and asked herself to look at Yang Yuting in front of her, and smiled and said, "Yang Tong is good."

"You child, you just shouted that you shouldn't do anything." Yang Yuting looked at her and asked with concern: "Is no one here to pick you up in Houfu today? Come on, come on, my brother will send you back."

"What other adults are you shouting, brothers will be called in the future." Yang Yuting held out her hand to Zhong Lishuo.

Zhong Lishuo shook his head, did not stretch out his hand, and just smiled and answered: "I just thought about the school hall and walked away, so I didn't hear it. Someone came to pick me up today, but just borrowed the carriage halfway, and walked. Go home. It doesn't take long to get to my house from here, and it won't bother Master Yang. "She knew Yang Yuting's mind, so she wouldn't call his brother.

After Zhong Lishuo asked Yang Yuting's words in a tidy manner, he couldn't wait to set his eyes on Yun Jingyu, and asked curiously and carefully, "What are these two adults?"

When Yang Yuting asked her, she turned her head and set her eyes on the two behind her. He looked at Su Yanqing and said, "This is our Su Yanqing, our golden robe guard."

"As for this one ..." Yang Yuting hesitated for a moment, he was unable to make up his identity. Seeing his young boy intently watching, Jing Jingying groaned for a moment, and proactively said, "Yongle."

"Yes, it is Lord Yongle of Jin Paowei." Yang Yuting said in a loud voice, his face flushed and heartbeating.

Yongle ...

Zhong Lishuo thought that the queen's effort to forge the name was too bad, and he used the name of the table directly. Although few people know her character, it is too obvious.

But Zhong Lishuo accepted it happily. She bowed down and saluted the two women on the horse: "I've seen Lord Su, Lord Yong."

Standing up, the young man holding the music score fixedly stared at Jing Jing.

Standing next to Zhong Lishuo, Yang Yuting looked at the thin young man who was thin and said, "When can you borrow the carriage to borrow it? The night is heavy and heavy, what if you stay outside for a long time and get windy? I'll send you back first. "

"The medical hall is very close, and my waiter will be back soon." Zhong Lishuo replied, and the two discussed at the roadside.

Aside from that, Jing Jingyu didn't interrupt, just silently looking at the gentle and gentle gesture of the young and gentle young man in reply. Thinking of the vast landscape that just went to the shore of Liangshui, he couldn't look away. As a foil, Su Yanqing watched Yang Yuting's contest with the future sister-in-law, and was funny and cute.

Just when the anxious young man reached out and dragged Zhong Lishuo's collar to try to mention her right away, Su Yanqing, who couldn't see it, was ready to persuade him.

Before Su Yanqing's words were heard, the empress Wen said beside her, "Master Yang, let go of the little boy."

The lifted Zhong Li Shuo landed securely on the ground. The teenager holding the score organized his clothes and looked up at Yang Yuting helplessly. This stupid kid, if he can catch up with Le Zhengying, he can only be a stupid man.

The sound of a horseshoe approached Zhong Lishuo, and the sighing teenager sighed, falling into his ear, "Come up, can I send you?"

Zhong Lishuo raised his head sharply, but saw the woman immediately leaned down and reached out her hand. Those clear eyes, like autumn water, looked at her at this moment, so intently and fascinatingly.

The heart seemed to have been hit hard, Zhong Lishuo holding the score, shaking his hand on the palm of Tong Jingjing.

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