Baishou loses Shaohua

The 16th year of Chongde in Beining, Shangyuan Festival.

A sheng song is like the sea in spring, and the lights of thousands of gates are like day in the night.

Looking at the entire Mausoleum City, there are lights and festoons, and red lanterns are hung along several long streets. The faces of the bustling crowds in the streets and alleys are full of festive joy, and children are rushing with paper lanterns of various styles Run, and occasionally bump into someone without being scolded.There were loud "bang bang" sounds, and several chains of fire rushed into the sky, and dazzling golden flowers bloomed, illuminating the whole city, and people clapped their hands and cheered.

On the plaque above the head, the three big characters "Qianyulou" are painted with gold and silver, which are shining brightly by the red lanterns hanging on both sides.Xuan Lie frowned slightly and asked the people beside him: "Nan Qing, is this the place you must bring me here?"

Ye Nanqing smiled slightly, put away the gold-encrusted fan in her hand, and said proudly, "Xuan Lie, you came to Mausoleum City, so I naturally want to bring you to Qianyu Tower, which ranks first in Mausoleum City, to see and see."

As soon as the words were finished, a sharp-eyed young man came out of the door, stepped forward and bowed his hands: "Master Ye, you haven't been to Qianyu Tower for a long time, please come inside."

Ye Nanqing casually took out an ingot of silver and put it in the boy's hand, and asked as she walked in, "Are there any rooms upstairs?"

The little servant put the money into his arms with a smile on his face, and hurried forward to lead the way: "Yes, as long as you come, Young Master Ye, there must be a room in Qianyu Building."

"You are the only one with a sweet mouth." Ye Nanqing smiled.

In a blink of an eye, Xuan Lie had followed Ye Nanqing up to the second floor, and the servant led the two of them into the room in the middle, and called the servant girl to serve tea.

"I want a table of good food and wine." Ye Nanqing took out a few more bank notes and handed them to the servant, "Call Yun Xin over."

The boy led the order to retreat.

Not long after, the mahogany hollow carved wooden door was pushed open, and a man in indigo clothes with a clear face walked in.

"I thought Young Master Ye would change his mind and never come to Qianyu Tower again?"

"Yun Xin, you really can't get rid of your mean mouth." Ye Nanqing smiled helplessly.

"Well, since Young Master Ye doesn't like it, then I'll go and call Young Master Ye a sweetheart. Yun Xin is used to being mean, and Young Master Ye doesn't like to listen to people who do." After Yun Xin finished speaking, he was about to leave.

"Don't! I love to listen, I love to listen very much." Ye Nanqing quickly grabbed Yun Xin and pulled him to sit beside her.

Yun Xin snorted coldly and ignored Ye Nanqing, turned her head to look at Xuan Lie with a trace of curiosity.

"Xuan Lie, this is Yun Xin." Ye Nanqing introduced Yun Xin to Xuan Lie, and took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Yun Xin's shoulders.

"My servant is Xuanlie." Xuanlie got up and cupped his hands towards Yunxin.

"Mr. Xuan." Yun Xin stood up and returned the gift steadily, "Just call me Yun Xin."

After a meal, Xuan Lie found that although the Yun Xin in front of him had thin bones and exquisite eyebrows and eyes, he didn't have the shyness and dusty smell of ordinary men. Apart from being a bit harsh towards Ye Nanqing, he was generous and polite to himself. A little bit of conflict.

Ye Nanqing was already too strong to drink, and she drank a few more glasses because she was happy, so she fell directly on Yun Xin and couldn't get up.Yun Xin poured Ye Nanqing a bowl of strong tea, but it had no effect. In the end, he had no choice but to smile apologetically at Xuan Lie and said, "Master Xuan, Young Master Ye has always stayed in my room. Look at me Would you like someone to arrange a room for you?"

Xuan Lie saw that Ye Nanqing was already unconscious, and it was obviously not suitable for him to go back to Ye Mansion alone, so he nodded and agreed to Yun Xin's proposal: "Then trouble Yun Xin."

"The visitor is a guest, as it should be." Yun Xin helped Ye Nanqing walk out the door, "Mr. Xuan, wait a moment."

Not long after Yun Xin left, the servant who had just greeted the two walked in.

"My lord, Mr. Yun asked the little one to arrange a guest room for you, so you come with me."

It was already Haishi when we walked out of the room, the hall downstairs was still full of people, various musical instruments played melodious music, and several dancers shook their red sleeves step by step, blooming under their feet.The guests sitting around are drinking or talking and laughing with their arms around the men and women.

Xuan Lie was already a little tired.

"Today is the Lantern Festival, and I'm afraid there will be a lot of noise all night. If you are afraid of making noise, I will arrange a quieter place for you." The servant is very good at observing words and expressions.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Xuan Lie nodded.

"Hey, young master, you are welcome, you come with me."

The boy took Xuan Lie downstairs, walked around the hall, walked out through the east door, and walked through a long corridor to the inner courtyard.It was only then that Xuan Lie discovered that the inner courtyard of the Thousand Feather Tower was actually unique, complete with pavilions, towers and pavilions.He followed the boy for a while, and finally stopped when he could not hear the sound of silk music coming from the hall in front.

"Let's rest here tonight, my lord." The boy pushed open the door of the guest room in front of him, lit the brazier for heating and added a few pieces of charcoal to it, then turned to face Xuan Lie, "Go east on the path ahead for 200 meters The Liuyun Pavilion is where Young Master Yun Xin lives, and he told you that you can go find him if you have anything to do."

Xuan Lie nodded: "Thank you."

"Young master, please rest well." The boy withdrew and closed the door for Xuan Lie.

Xuanlie went to the door and bolted it, then took off his shoes, socks and outer shirt and lay down on the bed.The temperature in the room gradually warmed up, a trace of drowsiness struck, and Xuan Lie closed his eyes.

Between half-dream and half-awake, a burst of piano sound came.Xuan Lie was always alert, and immediately opened his eyes, but there was some sadness in the unclear piano sound.Xuan Lie sat up and carefully identified it. The sound of the piano came from the east. He got up and put on his clothes and pushed open the door.

Xuanlie stopped at a rockery, in front of it was an artificial lake, and to the east was a small stone bridge, between the bridge and the rockery was a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, and the sound of the piano was coming from the pavilion.Reflecting the moonlight, Xuanlie saw the person playing the piano with his back facing him in the pavilion.

In such a cold weather, this man was dressed very thinly. His white clothes shone brightly under the moonlight, and his long black hair moved with the wind, dancing in this night with a different kind of elegance.This person was very focused, as if all the hustle and bustle tonight had nothing to do with him, he sat upright, and the movement of plucking the strings revealed a sense of grief.It was only then that Xuan Lie realized that what he played was actually a piece of mourning for the souls of the dead.The melody is sad, like crying without words, or struggling, stuck in unspeakable pain, which makes people feel empty in their hearts.

The tip of the nose suddenly felt cold, Xuan Lie raised his head, and pieces of white fell silently in the dark night sky, sprinkled between the day and the ground, adding a bit of chill.Looking across the snow, the thin white almost melts into the snow.The sound of the piano suddenly sharpened, and it was thrown into the sky piercingly, and it was cut off like being cut in the middle.He looked up and saw that the person playing the piano pressed his hands on the strings, lowered his head and shoulders trembled slightly.

Is he... crying?

Xuan Lie was a little puzzled, and couldn't help moving forward an inch.

"Who?" Hearing the slight sound behind him, the man straightened his body instantly, and turned his head with a sharp shout.

Just as Xuan Lie was about to speak, the whiteness had already floated in front of his eyes, before he could move, a cold hand clasped his neck.So fast, Xuan Lie sighed inwardly.

"Who are you?" The visitor paused every word, with a cold chill in his words.

The snowflakes fell on his shoulders and hair, almost absorbing all the brilliance in the world.A pair of eyes are like the bottomless water in a lake, as if to make people drown.The dark pupils shone with a little bit of cold light, like the stars in the cold night sky, making everything lose its color.The sharp and cold aura melted into the lustrous light at the corner of his eyes, adding a touch of fragility.However, this fragility is fleeting, like a human illusion.But Xuan Lie felt a stagnation in his chest, and couldn't move his eyes any longer.As if bewitched, he couldn't help raising his right hand, touching a piece of cold skin with his index finger, and gently and gently wiped away the remaining tears.

Xuanlie clearly saw a moment of bewilderment flashing through these icy eyes, followed by a trace of anger, and the hand clasping his neck suddenly tightened.

Only then did Xuan Lie suddenly come to his senses and realize his situation. His right hand, which had not yet fallen down, quickly clasped the wrist in front of him, his left hand pinched the numb point on his elbow, and he turned his hands forward forcefully a song.This person reacted very quickly, his left hand turned into a palm, Xuan Lie turned his head to avoid it, pulled out a hand to clasp the opponent's left shoulder, raised his leg to avoid the opponent's kick, turned around with a sharp breath, and pressed the opponent behind him rockery.

"En!" The moment he hit the rock, the person in front of him frowned slightly, and there was a trace of pain in his eyes.

Xuanlie let go of the hand clasped on the opponent's left shoulder, and found that the fingers were wet and sticky, and the dark red spots were very dazzling under the reflection of the surrounding white snow.

"You're hurt!" Xuan Lie frowned.

"Let go!" The other party broke free from the grip of his right hand coldly, turned around and was about to leave.

Xuan Lie saw that the white clothes on the left shoulder of the man's back had been stained with blood, presumably the wound had been ruptured when he just struck out the palm, and it was more serious because of his movements.

"Wait, you're injured." Xuan Lie followed in two steps and blocked the man's path.

The man's face was a little pale, as if covered with a layer of frost. He gave him a cold look through the snowflakes, then lightly tipped his toes across the lake, jumped up to the pavilion, held the piano in his right hand, and disappeared into the snowy night towards the east.

The silence was restored day by day, only the faint sound of snowflakes falling.

As if nothing had happened.

It was as if that person had never appeared.

As if it was just a dream.

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