Eastward Flow

Zhong Lisuo was caught off guard when he suddenly learned that the queen was already choosing a marriage partner.While thinking about what Da Si Ming said, if there is a heart, it is not difficult to continue the marriage.While thinking about it, there is a long road between the queen and her, and it is difficult to create a fate.

Zhong Lisuo, who was uneasy for a while, didn't know what he had said to his eldest sister until the end.After sending the eldest sister back, he fell down on the chair feeling lost.A fair lady, a gentleman loves to be a hero, how should I ask for a hero like a queen?

Besides, Zhong lisuo didn't even know how to court someone.At this important moment, she actually felt a little grateful for the assassin's marriage proposal, at least it would allow her to have such a marriage with the queen.

But just like that, she didn't even express her heart to the queen.Is she such a cowardly person?But now you are still extravagantly hoping to win the queen's favor?

In any case, there is nothing wrong with her admiration for the queen.If given the chance, she must say every word.Grateful and respectful, she had confided to the queen thousands of times in her previous life, but she shyly hid her feelings.So this time, she must tell the queen that she admires her.

She is also one of the queen's suitors.It's up to people to plan things, but it's up to God to make things happen. It doesn't matter if she succeeds or not, as long as she does her best.

After motivating himself in this way, Zhong Lisuo returned to his bedroom and fell asleep peacefully.

In the evening of the next day, Lin Mengdie really waited for Zhong Lisuo in the Hongwen Museum with the Shakuhachi sheet music in his arms. When he saw Zhong Lisuo, Mr. Lin smiled and said, "This is the sheet music. I copied it for you last night."

Zhong Lisuo was overjoyed, took the score and saluted respectfully: "Thank you sir." After saying that, she handed over the score written yesterday to Lin Mengdie, and said: "Since I have a score from Mr., the student also has a score to return to Mr. .”

Zhong Lisuo smiled and handed the score to Lin Mengdie.Lin Mengdie opened the score with a smile, and said, "Whose score is this?" He opened the score as he spoke, and when he saw the familiar handwriting, he exclaimed, "This is Prince Zhaoming's score, why have I never seen it before?" , this song..." Lin Mengdie hummed a few words, and said pleasantly: "This song...is really Prince Zhaoming's song."

"Does Prince Zhaoming have any songs that have been handed down to the world? This must be made by Prince Zhaoming." Lin Mengdie put together the score, and said to Zhong Lisuo: "Where did you come from this score? No, it's too rare." , I can't accept it."

"A student bought this by accident on the street when he was in Lanzhou. It is said that a palace official who fled to Lanzhou took it from Emperor Zhao's study. Many scores were destroyed, and only this one remained." Zhong Lisuo looked at it. The sheet music in Lin Mengdie's hand, thinking about the traces of damage caused by the tea he deliberately poured on it last night, thought that a person as sincere as Lin Mengdie should not be able to see the problem.

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

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

Lin Mengdie was very moved when he heard the young man's sincerity.Lin Mengdie thought for a moment, then said: "Well, since you got it, it's your fate. I'll take advantage of it, lend me this score for a few days, how about hand copying it back to you?"

"Since Mr. is like this, let's deal with it according to Mr." Zhong Lisuo responded, and then heard Lin Mengdie ask: "Why doesn't this song have a name?"

Zhong Lishuo's heart skipped a beat, and he forgot to think of the name of this song.She thought about it, and said very calmly: "When I got it, I was also curious about the name of this piece. After playing it a few times, I thought it would be better not to name it."

"A song without a name, what those who listen to the song can hear is He Qu." Zhong Lisuo thought, what she misses is her mother, and what others hear is home, country, homesickness, and love.Then, let's not talk about it, it doesn't matter what the listeners think.

"A song without a name." Lin Mengdie flipped through the score and the last inscription was in the summer of the third year of Yuanhe. Presumably it was written by Zhaoming when the country was subjugated.Why are there such bright thoughts when the country is subjugated?Like, talking to someone, I'm fine.

This is similar to the joy of Tianyimen.The dying person comforts and confides to the living.

Lin Mengdie read the score, thinking about the passionate tune in his heart, he couldn't help thinking that the prince wrote only seven or eight tunes in his life, and they were about gods and common people, but none of them were about people close to him.

Could this one be written for relatives?In the third year of Yuanhe, the only relatives of Emperor Zhao were the King and Empress of Yunzhong.This song is definitely not for the King of Clouds.

That is, written to the wife.

Because of the date marked by Zhong Lisuo, he completely thought of Lin Mengdie on another person, and began to feel that the empress might have a deep affection.In a sense, Lin Mengdie was also Zhong Lisuo's bosom friend.

Lin Mengdie read and re-read the sheet music, and suddenly thought of the little princess who visited yesterday, and asked the boy in front of him, "Asu and Princess Jingming are familiar?"

"Huh?" Zhong Lisuo looked at the gentleman in front of him suspiciously, not knowing where his question came from. She was naturally familiar with Jing Ning's child, but she wasn't very familiar with him yet.

Seeing her like this, Lin Mengdie sighed in understanding, stretched out his hand and patted her thin shoulder lightly, and said, "Young man, riding a horse leaning on a leaning bridge, full of red-sleeved tricks." Lin Mengdie said with emotion, Said: "Lend me this score for three days, and return it to you in three days."

After saying that, the two said goodbye and left separately.

By the time Zhong Lisuo returned from Shao Si Ming's place, the lights of Yuanzhou City had already been lit with thousands of lights.The boy in the carriage drove towards home, but was stopped halfway.But it turned out that a young man from an ordinary family suddenly fell ill and wanted to be sent to a hospital for medical treatment. The damaged carriage at home had not been repaired, so he stopped the carriage for help.

Without thinking, Zhong Lisuo ordered A Sheng to drive him to the hospital.And myself, alone, walked back home slowly under the bright lights of Yuanzhou City.

It was still cold in the early spring. Zhong Lisuo, who was wearing a blue Taoist robe, was wrapped in a cloak and was walking along the long street holding Lin Mengdie's music score. Looking at the noisy lights, his heart was peaceful.

Many years ago, she climbed the plum tree next to the palace wall and looked at the few rays of light that lit up in the dark palace, and she felt very warm.When I was older, when I went to Yunzhou, I saw the lights of the city for the first time in my life, and I was pleasantly surprised to come to the Kingdom of God.That was the first time she felt freedom deeply, and it was the King of Clouds who accepted her after a terrible grief.

Although it wasn't her home, it was already a safe place.

Later, when I returned to Yuanzhou, I never had the chance to see such a bright light again.

Zhong Lisuo strolled the streets, smelling the scents wafting from various alleys, a feeling of being born in the world so wonderful came to his heart.

There was a rattling sound of a horse's hooves, passing in front of her, and turning back.Zhong Lisuo, who didn't notice at all, was walking slowly, when he heard a man's voice rang in his ears: "little brother, why are you walking on the street alone, no one came to pick you up today?"

Zhong Lisuo looked up and saw the man sitting on the horse Yushu Linfeng, it was Yang Yuting.Her eyes passed through Yang Yuting, saw the other person on the horse, and she froze in place suddenly.

That face looked back at her under the bright light, with a hint of curiosity and concern in its eyes.Zhong Lisuo looked at the woman in the round neck gown under the lamp, at the jade crown she tied up, at her brows like Qingdai, her eyes like autumn water and her straight nose, and her lips as cold as a knife's edge. For some reason, his nose turned sour, and tears flooded his eyes.

She remembers this face, and it has been branded in her soul since she glimpsed it before the ruined temple when she was 16 years old.She had faced him day and night, and walked through the long palace corridors with him holding hands.Until his death, what he recalled was still this face as soft as spring water.

Zhong Lisuo stood on the long street, holding the music score in his arms, staring blankly at the woman on the horse, forgetting Yang Yuting beside him for a moment.

Yang Yuting, who was sitting on the horse, called her a few times, turned his head and glanced at Su Yanqing, the commander of the golden robe guard, and the queen who were waiting for him, and said to each other: "My lords, this child belongs to Lezheng Shilang's family. I'm afraid there will be no one today. I'm here to pick her up, she's a child in the middle of the night, can I send her back first?"

Arriving in the city, the dark guards followed, and the safety of the queen was guaranteed.

The queen nodded, and grabbed the handle of the rein to look at the young man on the long street, but seeing her staring blankly at herself, an unusually familiar feeling came to her mind.

Looking at each other, Zhong Lisuo, who saw the queen again, came back to his senses, coughed lightly, directed himself to look at Yang Yuting in front of him, and replied with a smile: "Hello, Commander Yang."

"You child, I just called you and didn't respond to anything." Yang Yuting looked at her and asked with concern: "Is there no one here to pick you up from the Hou Mansion today? Come on, get on the horse, brother will take you back."

"Why are you still calling me an adult? From now on, I'll call you brother." Yang Yuting was kind and extended his hand to Zhong Lisuo.

Zhong Lisuo shook his head, did not extend his hand, and only replied with a smile: "Just now I was distracted thinking about the school, so I didn't hear it. Someone came to pick me up today, but I just borrowed the carriage for urgent use, so I walked Go home. It's not too far from here to my house, so don't bother Mr. Yang." She knew what Yang Yuting was thinking, so she wouldn't call him brother.

Zhong Lisuo finished asking Yang Yuting's question slowly, and couldn't wait to set his eyes on Xuan Jingchen, and asked curiously and carefully, "Who are these two adults?"

Seeing her asking, Yang Yuting turned his head and looked at the two people behind him.He looked at Su Yanqing and said, "This is Lord Su Yanqing of our Golden Robe Guard."

"As for this one..." Yang Yuting hesitated for a moment, unable to make up his identity.Xuan Jingchen saw the young man who was looking at him intently, pondered for a moment, and said, "Yongle."

"Yes, it's Lord Yongle of the Golden Robe Guard." Yang Yuting took the words and said loudly without blushing.

Yongle...

Zhong Lisuo thought to himself that the queen's forgery of the name was too bad, so she just used the watch characters as her name.Although few people know her name, it is too obvious.

But Zhong Lisuo still readily accepted, she bowed and saluted the two women on the horse: "I've met Mr. Su and Mr. Yong."

Standing up, the young man holding the score stared at Xuan Jingchen.

Yang Yuting, who was standing beside Zhonglisuo, looked at the thin Qingjuan young man, and said, "When will you borrow the carriage and return it? It's cold and dewy at night. What if you stay outside for a long time and catch the wind? I'll send you back first."

"The medical center is very close, and my servant will be back soon." Zhong Lisuo replied, and the two started discussing on the side of the road.

Xuan Jingchen on the side didn't interrupt, just quietly watching the gentle and refined young man replying in a soft voice.Thinking of the boundless scene that he saw just now when he went to the bank of Liangshui, he couldn't take his eyes off.Su Yanqing, who served as a foil, watched Yang Yuting's contest with his future brother-in-law, it was funny and cute at the same time.

When the impatient young man reached out and grabbed Zhong Lisuo by the collar to lift her up on the horse, Su Yanqing, who couldn't see it, was about to speak a few words of persuasion.

Before Su Yanqing could speak, she heard the empress beside her say softly, "Lord Yang, let go of young master."

Zhong Lisuo, who was lifted up, landed safely on the ground.The young man holding the score straightened his clothes, looked up at Yang Yuting helplessly.This silly boy, if he can catch up with Le Zhengying, he can only be a fool.

There was the sound of horseshoes approaching Zhong Lisuo, and when the young man who was arranging his clothes sighed, a sentence fell into his ear, "Come up, can I see you off?"

Zhong Lisuo raised his head abruptly, only to see the woman on the horse leaning slightly and stretched out her hand towards her.Those eyes, which were as clear as autumn water, were looking at her so intently at this moment, making people fascinated by their concentration.

As if his heart had been hit hard, Zhong Lisuo held the music score, and tremblingly placed his hand on Xuan Jingchen's palm.

The author has something to say: Prince: Yang Yuting, a big fool.