On the first year of Yongchang, May 15th, I hope to celebrate the great ceremony.

At that time, Diao Shangshu Ling asked the emperor to leave Song Yi, but the emperor was sad when he heard the news. Later, the Jiangxia inner minister He Luan asked to behead Song Yi in the city, and the ministers conspired to discuss. The Hou of Chengdu refuted He Luan's words and persuaded the emperor to leave Song Yi, and the ministers agreed. The emperor thought about it again and again, but how could he bear to behead him, so he retreated to the court to discuss. Then, he summoned Qingjun's famous scholars in the side hall, intending to give him good deeds to his ministers.

When all the ministers heard this, they knew that no one wanted to take it. At this moment, Ruan Fu, the Minister of Personnel, could not bear it and wanted to welcome the beauty in the room. The Marquis of Chengdu took his body and invited Song Yi. Later, the emperor withdrew the ministers, put the arm of the Marquis of Chengdu, and cried silently, entrusting the beauty in the Marquis of Chengdu.

At this point, I hope the grand ceremony will be celebrated.

...

It was night, the moon was shining.

The moon of water brushes the red walls, scattering the cold ground, the osmanthus trees sway shadows, and the rose ox cart shallowly reflect the rose ox cart. The green ox shook its tail and looked at the moon. Liu Nong sits in the ox cart, groping for the flute in his palm, with a calm expression. After the grand ceremony, Yuan Dan immediately rushed to the Liu family villa in the east of the city, but he did not travel with him because Sima Shao was summoned. Here is the Huamen in the west of Taicheng, where he will welcome Song Yi.

The palace is deep, and the moon is accompanied by the brocade lanterns.

Sima Shao was bathing, and the green pool was filled with heat, and the clouds were filled with clouds. It was hard to tell his face. A little slow, a sound of water sounded, and the Nine Five Lords came out of the bath and raised their bodies on the steps. A group of palace maids walked up to him in a few steps, dipping the water stains on the dragon's body with soft silk scarves.

Afterwards, the palace maids were gentle and cheerful. Sima Shao made a fuss and made a fuss. His face turned red and his fatigue was slightly gone. He rolled up his wide robe and sleeves, got on the sheep cart, and came to Hualin Garden.

The floating lamps are filled with green green, and the woman sits alone under the Red Building.

The white reed mat, the green gauze dress, the fragrance is unpleasant, and the clouds are covered with thick clouds. Song Yi grabbed the green jade flute, holding Sima Shao's figure in his eyes, and bent over and had a bright blessing, without saying anything.

Sima Shao's mouth cracked slightly, and he waved his hand to retreat from the palace maids and the palace maids, sat silently opposite Song Yi, and looked carefully through the short case.

There was wine on the table. Song Yi placed the green jade flute at the corner of the table, lifted the wine pot, slowly fell into the cup, and the eight-quarter full. He raised his ornament fingers lightly and handed the wine with a soft voice: "Your Majesty, drink this cup." Under the moonlight, his fingers were like jade, with a soft luster.

Sima Shao took the wine cup, stared at the person in front of him, drank the wine in his glass silently, and sighed softly, "I only realized that every year is the same, but people are different. Daoji does not regret seeing you, but I only wish you one thing, what do you know?"

Song Yi looked up at the moon, and then adjusted the slightest hair on the corner of his mouth. He smiled slightly and said softly: "Your Majesty's thoughts, Song Yi doesn't know. Song Yi has been learning flutes with his teacher since he was a child. He is a piece of flute, and it is a stolen one. It is not the wish of the flute when he hears the wind." He lowered his head and looked at Sima Shao: "Your Majesty, Song Yi is like a puppy shred, and is an ominous person. It is a blessing for Your Majesty to not kill him. Now, I only wish to follow the moon and no longer have other wishes." After saying that, he put up the wine pot and poured another cup for Sima Shao.

Sima Shao lowered his eyes and wine in the cup, but saw the moon rolling in the cup, and there was still a figure embedded in it. His mind was leisurely, and he didn't know where to float. After a long time, he closed his eyes and caught the wine and drank it. He said sadly: "Today, the court discussed, and the ministers were beheaded, but the Hou of Chengdu strongly advised him. What does the major affairs of the country have to do with women? At that time, I only had one thought, what can you know?"

Song Yi gently held the wine pot and slowly poured it on his cup. His eyes did not blink, his expression was not alarmed, his fingers were calm, as if they were nothing, and his voice was a little light: "Your Majesty is deserved by Song Yi. Your Majesty is tolerating Song Yi, which is your Majesty's great kindness, and Song Yi dare not have his wish."

"Why not call me to the land?" Sima Shao grabbed wine on his lips, but glanced at Song Yi wearing a green dress. His expression was complicated inside. He had tenderness and a slight palpitations, and he was still cruel.

"Daoji..." Song Yi smiled sweetly, poured a cup by himself, and drank slowly with his hands. Then, the wine was on his face, his pink and fragrant cheeks dyed a light red, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he said in a low voice: "Today, the moon is full, Daoji is happy to hear the flute. Song Yi was grateful for the favor of the holy, and he was unable to repay him. He would like to attach a flute. I don't know if the vine is willing to hit the cord to match it?"

"Play the squid and squid..."

Hearing this, he saw the pretty face again. Sima Shao looked at Song Yi gently, smiled gently, and drank a glass of wine in one mouthful, his eyes radiated, his head tilted and his mind calmed down. Then, he rolled his robe, exposed his wrist, stretched out his palm, and patted it gently on the short table, chanting while chanting: "Life is less than a hundred years old, and I always have a thousand years of worry..."

"Woo buzz, woo buzz..."

The sound of the flute rises quietly, and it rises and falls in the moonlit night, like a reed, like a thousand green hairs, like a lingering sound, rising and falling, sometimes dancing with the wind, and suddenly riding on the moon like a crossing. There is still a slight "pa" sound inside, and the sound of the flute is low and slowly wandering.

Sima Shao was drunk, his face was as red as a lump, his eyes were as bright as stars, and his head was crooked. His two strands of hair were drilled out of red crowns, drifting with the wind, wrapping his face and surrounding his eyes. He didn't care, and simply pulled his clothes even more open, his chest and abdomen exposed, facing the night wind, but his palms were slapped faster and faster.

"Hahaha……"

"Prince..."

Laughing wildly, laughing like a bell.

When the wind fell, the clouds were quiet, and the sound of the flute quietly fell, and the palms paused on the desk. Sima Shao looked up at the sky and looked at the moon, waved his sleeves and said, "Today we have a drink together, why cherish the secluded green tomb? Life has been dead since ancient times, and the wise and saints are the same! I have been young and old, and I am still alive, so how painful it is!" Smiling, smiling, tears in the corners of my eyes, opened my eyes wide, and waited for the wind to dry. Then, he smiled at Song Yi and said, "Love you, you are drunk, and you are gone. If you love you, you should go, and flow with the wind." After that, he rolled his sleeves and staggered out of the garden, never looking back.

Leng Yue sprinkled iron armor, snow sheep pulled the roving cart, Sima Shao stepped onto the shaft under the old palace servant's support, glanced coldly behind him, and nodded to the old palace servant.

The old palace maid said respectfully: "Your Majesty, do you need it?"

"Forget it." Sima Shao shook his head and got into the curtain.

"Abide by the order." The old palace man bent down and crawled deep. When he got up, he glanced at the vermilion lantern in front of the door and thought to himself: 'This garden is ominous. In the past, His Majesty's mother lived in this garden and also came out of this garden. Now there is one more person.'

...

Half an hour later, Xihua Gate opened.

"Crunch, crunch..."

The green ox rose out, and the wheels of the carriage were broken and mottled moonlight appeared alone outside the red wall. After a moment of slightness, he rolled the brocade curtain with his jade hand, stood on the shaft with a snow-covered eyebrows, and looked left and right, and saw the ox carriage parked in the shadow of osmanthus. His eyebrows were curved and his mouth was shallow. He turned around and said in a sweet voice: "Little lady, Mr. Liu is here..." As he said that, he twisted his body and drilled into the curtain.

Liu Nong also saw the snow, and his heart relaxed slightly. He ordered the coachman to lead the car into the Gui Road. When he reached the depths of the Gui Road, he picked up the curtain and jumped out of the car and walked forward slowly.

The moon is quiet and the forest is deep. The ox cart opposite is parked three meters away. Then, a piece of green clothes floats out. Yiren tilted her head, grabbed the green jade flute, blinked her long eyelashes, and walked step by step with the scorched man under the moon. Gradually, she carried her skirt and gently jumped off the ox cart, slammed her flute with her "pa" sound, and her lips curled up, and said sweetly: "Beautiful man, have you ever remembered Song Yi?"

Liu Nong smiled and said, "The sound of the flute is still lingering in my ears, how dare I forget it?"

"Prince..." Song Yi smiled, his eyes bent into Yueya. Because he was petite, he had to raise his toes and raise his head before he could look at Liu Nong. After a moment, his eyes turned, his smile slowly closed, his thin eyebrows raised, and he pursed his lips: "What do you mean by the Marquis of Chengdu to ask Song Yi? Could it be that he listened to the song, or..." As he said that, he couldn't hold it in, and laughed "puff" and was extremely charming.

Between the distance, the faint fragrance slowly soaks.

Liu Nong was open-minded, but he didn't dare to play with her. He held the flute in his hand and bowed slightly: "Shiwei, Shiwei, Hu Bulu."

"Langjun Liu, Xue Zhiyi, it's slightly dark, and the little lady is back..." Xue jumped off the roof, held the little lady's arm, opened her eyes wide, and glanced at the little lady secretly. Seeing the little lady smiling, the corners of her mouth, and smiling all over her body, just like a beautiful flower blooming, she blinked her eyes and thought: 'Little lady, I haven't smiled like this for a long time...'

"Ship, slight..." Song Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, half holding Liu Nong, and half condensed in the broken moon in the shadow of the tree. His expression was blurred, and his eyes were gradually filled with mist. He murmured: "In the past, you said, you had a huge boat, you could cross the wind in the sea. In the past, you had a saying, you had a beautiful island, you could watch the fallen flowers. I wonder if it is still there? Song Yi has nowhere to go." As he said that, he tightened the jade flute in his hand and glanced at Liu Nong uneasyly.

Liu Nong smiled and said, "Miss Song, don't worry. After that, don't talk about where you go, there are cars and boats. Don't talk about where you live, you are all plums that stay in snow. Everything you do is to stay or leave is up to the little lady." After saying that, he looked at Song Yi's frightened eyes and nodded heavily.

The two looked at each other, their eyes clear.

After a while, Song Yi's nose wrinkled slightly, the corners of his mouth spread gently, and he tilted his head to smile quietly. He smiled silently, holding the hem of his skirt, and deeply blessed. Then, he gently spread his black hair and walked towards the ox cart. He turned around halfway, blinked his eyes playfully, and said with a smile: "As the world says, Wujun Lu Lingya is good at painting, and Huating is also awesome. Song Yi looked at him and wanted to go to meet him. I wonder if the Hou of Chengdu can accommodate the young woman for a temporary residence..." As he said that, his eyes bent and added: "Song Yi... has nowhere to go."

Liu Nong smiled casually, grabbed the flute behind his back, and walked towards his ox cart. His steps fell lightly, and Chu Shang shook his waist.

They leaned for a while, and each closed the curtains. Two ox carts, one in front and one behind, slowly walked under the moon. They picked up the edge of the curtains and lay on the edge of the window, watching the water and the moon move to the forest, and their eyes were filled with smiles. Song Yi leaned on the other side, his eyes reflected the moonlight, and his mouth was slightly smiling. He gradually leaned out of the window, bent and stretched slightly, as if he wanted to catch all the moon in the sky, and the gauze between his wrists faded in an instant.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute was melodious, like water accompanying the beauty of the moon. Although it was not as good as the sound of nature and not skillful enough, it was extremely consistent. The fingers of the green clothes sucked the moon, blinked twice, hitting the jade flute horizontally on the red lips, and the ten fingers were lightly buttoned, and the eyelashes were swishing and catching the scales gently. Suddenly, the eyes lit up, and the light sound flew.

One high and one low, hovering in the sky and underground.

Night, Lan Jing.

The sound of the flute is clear. The green cow carries the crooked corners, step on the moon, walks through the streets and alleys, crosses the small bridge, slides out of the east gate of the city, and goes straight to the bamboo and willow cage. Walking along the stream, the sound of the flute is like a beetle flying, entangling the silent clear stream, and it will not disperse for a long time. When we arrive at the Liu family villa in the east of the city, the sound of the flute is in unison, and they are silent.

Liu Nong picked up the curtain, looked at the lights in the yard, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Miaoguang, Miaoguang..."

Suddenly, Yuan Dan's voice sounded, and it was rapid...
Chapter completed!