Chapter 1201
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Fu Junlan and the maid waiting outside also subconsciously hurried into the house to have a look.
The female friar who broke in did not find anything unusual in the house. She quickly sat beside her bed, held Shang Shuqing's pulse, searched it, and then asked suspiciously, "is the princess having a nightmare?"
Shang Shu counted and nodded, "I'm fine." she looked up and found that Fu Junlan also came in. She was stunned. This was her boudoir. She looked subconsciously at her bare feet, and a calf under her trouser legs was also exposed. Surprised, her feet quickly retracted into the quilt and said, "master Fu is coming."
Fu Junlan's eyes also touched. The crystal and jade bare feet were very good-looking, but the other party's hiding action also made him suddenly realize that it was wrong. This was the woman's boudoir. He quickly turned around and turned his back to the way: "I heard a scream just now. In a hurry, I broke in by mistake. It's Xiaosheng's rude. Don't blame the princess." after that, he hurried to escape and went out, his face red.
When guests came, Shang Shuqing couldn't stay on the couch any longer. She quickly recruited people to wash and change clothes.
When everything was all right, Shang Shuqing went out. Looking at the rising sun, she knew that she was drunk last night and went to bed late. It was not the work of a serious woman's house. It was a little embarrassing.
The servant invited her to dinner, and she didn't need it. First, she had no appetite, and second, she was embarrassed to let Fu Junlan wait any longer.
He went straight to the pavilion, saluted Fu Junlan and asked, "what's the matter, childe?"
In fact, she hinted at the other party in her words yesterday. She wanted to be quiet. Unexpectedly, the other party took the initiative to come without an agreement.
What can Fu Junlan say? It can't be said that Feng Ruonan ordered him to come, right? Excuse: "I went back last night and met General Wang's son. I mentioned the princess's promise of calligraphy and painting. Do you remember?"
Shang Shuqing was stunned. It was true, but she didn't promise the specific time. Why should she be so anxious?
But now that Fu Junlan has come to run errands for the prince, it is inconvenient for Fu Junlan to return empty handed. For fear that Fu Junlan will lose face in the prince, after a little silence, Shang Shu Qing chin said, "please follow me, sir."
The two went straight to the study and did not bother others. Shang Shuqing spread Chen drawing paper on the clean table that she had cleaned up.
Fu Junlan is studying ink on behalf of her, but she is quite looking forward to it, because she knows that this woman's writing skills are extraordinary.
In fact, the prince didn't urge him. He first found an excuse to see him, and then came to enlighten the other party.
He didn't know exactly what had happened, couldn't find the direction, and didn't know where to start. It was the only way to meet talented women. Painstaking calligraphy and painting can naturally transfer his mind. After painting, he can comment and talk about it, so as to change his mood.
However, after Shang Shuqing picked up her pen, she was a little confused. Her eyes were empty, her heart was empty, and she had nothing in her heart. She didn't know what to draw.
Where can her mind go now? She is at a loss and gradually becomes gloomy. She slowly writes at the bottom of the drawing paper. A wisp of fiber seedlings appears with the light and heavy brush edges. After a few strokes, it is a vivid plant.
Fu Junlan looked on and saw that it was a grass, and then another grass under the brush.
As he drew, Fu Junlan found something wrong. Shang Shuqing's brush strokes became faster and faster. The gradually expanding grassland lost its elegance and gradually became a wasteland. The thick pen and ink was near, the light was far away, and a desolate grassland spread far away.
Over the wasteland, a large area is left blank. A little pen and ink fall on the top of the drawing paper. The pen halo is rubbed open, and then the rise and fall are dotted. Flying birds emerge and fly away.
The birds are not angry, because the jackdaws are gone. Compared with the desolate grassland below, it gives people an endless sense of sadness.
Shang Shuqing dipped his pen in ink and then dropped it on the drawing paper. There were lines of slightly scrawled handwriting, and there was a large margin in the picture scroll. The handwriting sped out.
Fu Junlan stared at her. She looked sad and seemed to have endless sadness and anger. After finishing it at one go, she slowly closed her pen and stood quietly like a lost soul.
Fu Junlan's Adam's apple stirred, his mouth dried and swallowed. He found that he seemed to have found the wrong way to enlighten.
Then he looked down at the scribbles on the paper, recognized Xu Xu and read out: "the withered Artemisia is rustling and the wind is bleak, and a blank of loess grass. Thousands of pieces of yellow paper are broken and floating, leaving disorderly, rolling up the sky for sacrifice! Who swallows, cups wine for sacrifice, drunk eyes cry, gradually blurred, Jianghu..." Leighton looked at the others.
Shang Shuqing whispered and talked to herself, adding the last sentence, "come to the Jianghu in a dream..."
The study was quiet. Fu Junlan stared at her for a long time. Finally, he stretched out his hand, pulled up the calligraphy and paintings with wet ink on the table and looked at them carefully.
There is endless desolation on the painting. Adding those lines of endless desolation makes the whole painting sad and full of broken people's intestines.
But he has to admit that this is a good painting with both words and paintings. It is undeniable only by the artistic conception in the painting. It is too sad. Can you give it to childe Wang? Childe Wang, it's estimated that it will affect your mood after receiving it. Can you give it away?
In fact, at the beginning, he didn't mean to participate in the garden tour and want to be the mate of the royal palace. His own conditions are not bad. He doesn't worry about finding a beautiful woman. Who knows the ugliness of the princess in the palace? Who is the son of a rich family with some conditions willing to marry such an ugly woman?
But there was no way. Under the pressure of his family, he had to go from.
However, with the later contact, I can feel more and more what kind of person the woman under this appearance is. She is gentle, kind-hearted and Lan Xin Hui. She can't see the princess's frame on her body. She is a woman who thinks of people everywhere.
Under that ugly appearance, there are talents unknown to outsiders. They are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, songs and Fu, such as calligraphy and painting in front of them.
At first, he was reluctant. Later, he was really willing. The so-called people can't judge by appearance. Now we know that he was really impressed by Shang Shuqing's talent and felt that he had found a treasure.
But now, after seeing this painting, it seems that the things secretly speculated before have been pointed out in the painting.
"Roll up the firmament sacrifice... Roll up the firmament sacrifice..." Fu Junlan, holding calligraphy and painting, whispered and repeated this sentence. He thought of the situation during yesterday's worship. A gust of wind stirred the paper all over the sky, which was so appropriate to this sentence in calligraphy and painting.
But what a sad heart it would be to write this sentence. The scribbled burial seemed calm without waves. Even the name of the dead was not written on the tombstone, and there was no tear in the woman. But in the woman's heart, the hidden sadness was eager to roll the whole sky to offer sacrifices!
And helpless, who swallow, cup wine sacrifice, drunk eyes cry, can only be in a dream.
"Princess!" Fu Junlan sighed.
In his stupidity, Shang Shuqing suddenly returned to his mind when he heard the sound. He didn't know that he was distracted. He didn't even know that the picture scroll had been taken away. He didn't know how long he had been stunned. He was a little flustered. He stopped writing and apologized: "I lost my manners for a moment and let the childe laugh."
Fu Junlan forced a smile, shook his head and tried to ask, "princess, is the peach blossom immortal buried the Taoist priest? He... He's dead?"
In a word, just this sentence, it seemed to break through everything. Shang Shuqing inexplicably burst into tears in an instant.
Before she couldn't help crying, she couldn't help crying in front of others. Suddenly, she burst into tears. She covered her mouth with her hands and couldn't shake her head. It seemed that she didn't want people to see it. She squatted down regardless of her manners. She squatted under the table and moaned silently and tore her heart and lungs. Her mood was completely out of control.
Fu Junlan was in a hurry by her. He quickly put the calligraphy and painting on the table and reached out to help her.
Shang Shuqing shook her head and couldn't afford to refuse. For fear of being seen by others, she covered her mouth and sobbed, "I hurt him. I shouldn't have invited him out of the mountain. I shouldn't have bothered him to work hard for my brother and sister. I killed him. He couldn't even find his body in the capital. He must be very painful before he died. How desperate should he be? Did someone save him? Maybe there was no one around him who could help him..."
Fu Junlan didn't know what she was talking about. She sobbed and covered her mouth. She couldn't hear it clearly.
But when he was listening, he squatted in front of her and waited, looking a little melancholy.
After a long time, Shang Shuqing, who finally gave vent, loosened her mouth, raised her sleeve, wiped her tears and apologized, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Childe Fu, i... I..." she stood up and seemed to react. She was in a hurry and didn't know how to explain.
Fu Junlan also stood up, smiled and shook his head: "it doesn't matter. The death of his old friend is indeed a sad thing. I have experienced the death of my family members."
Under his appeasement and Shang Shuqing's good self-control, his mood soon stabilized.
When she dried the tears on her face, Fu Junlan tried to ask, "does the princess love the Lord?"
Shang Shuqing immediately panicked again, waved his hand and said, "childe Fu, there is nothing between me and Lord Tao. It's not what you think."
Fu Junlan smiled. He seemed calm now, and the whole person seemed a lot more natural. He comforted, "don't worry, princess. I believe the princess is innocent, and I don't mean what the princess thinks. I'm just curious. With the princess's talent, not everyone can enter your eyes. The man who can make the princess treat him with such sincerity should be great?"
Shang Shuqing was silent and didn't know how to answer.
Fu Junlan tried to ask, "is it handsome? Romantic? Or is it because the Taoist priest has boundless magic power, which is beyond the reach of ordinary men such as me?"
At this point, there seems to be no need to hide anything. Since he asked, Shang Shuqing wouldn't hide it from him, "I don't know how to describe him to the childe. I want to ask the childe, will the childe die for me?"
Fu Junlan was silent and then smiled bitterly, "I dare not cheat the princess. Under the current situation, maybe, maybe not. If I am lucky to be with the princess, Fu believes he still has that responsibility."
Shang Shuqing: "He will! I don't have any feelings with him. I can only be regarded as one of his friends at most. In the battle of Jiaohu, the Yan and Zhao armies fought against each other, and the state of Zhao abducted me with strange tricks to threaten the Yan army to withdraw. How can the two countries be defeated because of me? Even my brother will give up me. It's the Taoist priest. He knows it's dangerous, but he takes risks to save me. I'm saved, but I'm lonely The Taoist priest under me was badly wounded by the pursuit and killing. He was dying when he found it. If it hadn't been for the rescue in time and a little later, he would have died in Jiaohu for Qing'er! No one saved me. He is the only one willing to die for Qing'er! "
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Fu Junlan and the maid waiting outside also subconsciously hurried into the house to have a look.
The female friar who broke in did not find anything unusual in the house. She quickly sat beside her bed, held Shang Shuqing's pulse, searched it, and then asked suspiciously, "is the princess having a nightmare?"
Shang Shu counted and nodded, "I'm fine." she looked up and found that Fu Junlan also came in. She was stunned. This was her boudoir. She looked subconsciously at her bare feet, and a calf under her trouser legs was also exposed. Surprised, her feet quickly retracted into the quilt and said, "master Fu is coming."
Fu Junlan's eyes also touched. The crystal and jade bare feet were very good-looking, but the other party's hiding action also made him suddenly realize that it was wrong. This was the woman's boudoir. He quickly turned around and turned his back to the way: "I heard a scream just now. In a hurry, I broke in by mistake. It's Xiaosheng's rude. Don't blame the princess." after that, he hurried to escape and went out, his face red.
When guests came, Shang Shuqing couldn't stay on the couch any longer. She quickly recruited people to wash and change clothes.
When everything was all right, Shang Shuqing went out. Looking at the rising sun, she knew that she was drunk last night and went to bed late. It was not the work of a serious woman's house. It was a little embarrassing.
The servant invited her to dinner, and she didn't need it. First, she had no appetite, and second, she was embarrassed to let Fu Junlan wait any longer.
He went straight to the pavilion, saluted Fu Junlan and asked, "what's the matter, childe?"
In fact, she hinted at the other party in her words yesterday. She wanted to be quiet. Unexpectedly, the other party took the initiative to come without an agreement.
What can Fu Junlan say? It can't be said that Feng Ruonan ordered him to come, right? Excuse: "I went back last night and met General Wang's son. I mentioned the princess's promise of calligraphy and painting. Do you remember?"
Shang Shuqing was stunned. It was true, but she didn't promise the specific time. Why should she be so anxious?
But now that Fu Junlan has come to run errands for the prince, it is inconvenient for Fu Junlan to return empty handed. For fear that Fu Junlan will lose face in the prince, after a little silence, Shang Shu Qing chin said, "please follow me, sir."
The two went straight to the study and did not bother others. Shang Shuqing spread Chen drawing paper on the clean table that she had cleaned up.
Fu Junlan is studying ink on behalf of her, but she is quite looking forward to it, because she knows that this woman's writing skills are extraordinary.
In fact, the prince didn't urge him. He first found an excuse to see him, and then came to enlighten the other party.
He didn't know exactly what had happened, couldn't find the direction, and didn't know where to start. It was the only way to meet talented women. Painstaking calligraphy and painting can naturally transfer his mind. After painting, he can comment and talk about it, so as to change his mood.
However, after Shang Shuqing picked up her pen, she was a little confused. Her eyes were empty, her heart was empty, and she had nothing in her heart. She didn't know what to draw.
Where can her mind go now? She is at a loss and gradually becomes gloomy. She slowly writes at the bottom of the drawing paper. A wisp of fiber seedlings appears with the light and heavy brush edges. After a few strokes, it is a vivid plant.
Fu Junlan looked on and saw that it was a grass, and then another grass under the brush.
As he drew, Fu Junlan found something wrong. Shang Shuqing's brush strokes became faster and faster. The gradually expanding grassland lost its elegance and gradually became a wasteland. The thick pen and ink was near, the light was far away, and a desolate grassland spread far away.
Over the wasteland, a large area is left blank. A little pen and ink fall on the top of the drawing paper. The pen halo is rubbed open, and then the rise and fall are dotted. Flying birds emerge and fly away.
The birds are not angry, because the jackdaws are gone. Compared with the desolate grassland below, it gives people an endless sense of sadness.
Shang Shuqing dipped his pen in ink and then dropped it on the drawing paper. There were lines of slightly scrawled handwriting, and there was a large margin in the picture scroll. The handwriting sped out.
Fu Junlan stared at her. She looked sad and seemed to have endless sadness and anger. After finishing it at one go, she slowly closed her pen and stood quietly like a lost soul.
Fu Junlan's Adam's apple stirred, his mouth dried and swallowed. He found that he seemed to have found the wrong way to enlighten.
Then he looked down at the scribbles on the paper, recognized Xu Xu and read out: "the withered Artemisia is rustling and the wind is bleak, and a blank of loess grass. Thousands of pieces of yellow paper are broken and floating, leaving disorderly, rolling up the sky for sacrifice! Who swallows, cups wine for sacrifice, drunk eyes cry, gradually blurred, Jianghu..." Leighton looked at the others.
Shang Shuqing whispered and talked to herself, adding the last sentence, "come to the Jianghu in a dream..."
The study was quiet. Fu Junlan stared at her for a long time. Finally, he stretched out his hand, pulled up the calligraphy and paintings with wet ink on the table and looked at them carefully.
There is endless desolation on the painting. Adding those lines of endless desolation makes the whole painting sad and full of broken people's intestines.
But he has to admit that this is a good painting with both words and paintings. It is undeniable only by the artistic conception in the painting. It is too sad. Can you give it to childe Wang? Childe Wang, it's estimated that it will affect your mood after receiving it. Can you give it away?
In fact, at the beginning, he didn't mean to participate in the garden tour and want to be the mate of the royal palace. His own conditions are not bad. He doesn't worry about finding a beautiful woman. Who knows the ugliness of the princess in the palace? Who is the son of a rich family with some conditions willing to marry such an ugly woman?
But there was no way. Under the pressure of his family, he had to go from.
However, with the later contact, I can feel more and more what kind of person the woman under this appearance is. She is gentle, kind-hearted and Lan Xin Hui. She can't see the princess's frame on her body. She is a woman who thinks of people everywhere.
Under that ugly appearance, there are talents unknown to outsiders. They are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, songs and Fu, such as calligraphy and painting in front of them.
At first, he was reluctant. Later, he was really willing. The so-called people can't judge by appearance. Now we know that he was really impressed by Shang Shuqing's talent and felt that he had found a treasure.
But now, after seeing this painting, it seems that the things secretly speculated before have been pointed out in the painting.
"Roll up the firmament sacrifice... Roll up the firmament sacrifice..." Fu Junlan, holding calligraphy and painting, whispered and repeated this sentence. He thought of the situation during yesterday's worship. A gust of wind stirred the paper all over the sky, which was so appropriate to this sentence in calligraphy and painting.
But what a sad heart it would be to write this sentence. The scribbled burial seemed calm without waves. Even the name of the dead was not written on the tombstone, and there was no tear in the woman. But in the woman's heart, the hidden sadness was eager to roll the whole sky to offer sacrifices!
And helpless, who swallow, cup wine sacrifice, drunk eyes cry, can only be in a dream.
"Princess!" Fu Junlan sighed.
In his stupidity, Shang Shuqing suddenly returned to his mind when he heard the sound. He didn't know that he was distracted. He didn't even know that the picture scroll had been taken away. He didn't know how long he had been stunned. He was a little flustered. He stopped writing and apologized: "I lost my manners for a moment and let the childe laugh."
Fu Junlan forced a smile, shook his head and tried to ask, "princess, is the peach blossom immortal buried the Taoist priest? He... He's dead?"
In a word, just this sentence, it seemed to break through everything. Shang Shuqing inexplicably burst into tears in an instant.
Before she couldn't help crying, she couldn't help crying in front of others. Suddenly, she burst into tears. She covered her mouth with her hands and couldn't shake her head. It seemed that she didn't want people to see it. She squatted down regardless of her manners. She squatted under the table and moaned silently and tore her heart and lungs. Her mood was completely out of control.
Fu Junlan was in a hurry by her. He quickly put the calligraphy and painting on the table and reached out to help her.
Shang Shuqing shook her head and couldn't afford to refuse. For fear of being seen by others, she covered her mouth and sobbed, "I hurt him. I shouldn't have invited him out of the mountain. I shouldn't have bothered him to work hard for my brother and sister. I killed him. He couldn't even find his body in the capital. He must be very painful before he died. How desperate should he be? Did someone save him? Maybe there was no one around him who could help him..."
Fu Junlan didn't know what she was talking about. She sobbed and covered her mouth. She couldn't hear it clearly.
But when he was listening, he squatted in front of her and waited, looking a little melancholy.
After a long time, Shang Shuqing, who finally gave vent, loosened her mouth, raised her sleeve, wiped her tears and apologized, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Childe Fu, i... I..." she stood up and seemed to react. She was in a hurry and didn't know how to explain.
Fu Junlan also stood up, smiled and shook his head: "it doesn't matter. The death of his old friend is indeed a sad thing. I have experienced the death of my family members."
Under his appeasement and Shang Shuqing's good self-control, his mood soon stabilized.
When she dried the tears on her face, Fu Junlan tried to ask, "does the princess love the Lord?"
Shang Shuqing immediately panicked again, waved his hand and said, "childe Fu, there is nothing between me and Lord Tao. It's not what you think."
Fu Junlan smiled. He seemed calm now, and the whole person seemed a lot more natural. He comforted, "don't worry, princess. I believe the princess is innocent, and I don't mean what the princess thinks. I'm just curious. With the princess's talent, not everyone can enter your eyes. The man who can make the princess treat him with such sincerity should be great?"
Shang Shuqing was silent and didn't know how to answer.
Fu Junlan tried to ask, "is it handsome? Romantic? Or is it because the Taoist priest has boundless magic power, which is beyond the reach of ordinary men such as me?"
At this point, there seems to be no need to hide anything. Since he asked, Shang Shuqing wouldn't hide it from him, "I don't know how to describe him to the childe. I want to ask the childe, will the childe die for me?"
Fu Junlan was silent and then smiled bitterly, "I dare not cheat the princess. Under the current situation, maybe, maybe not. If I am lucky to be with the princess, Fu believes he still has that responsibility."
Shang Shuqing: "He will! I don't have any feelings with him. I can only be regarded as one of his friends at most. In the battle of Jiaohu, the Yan and Zhao armies fought against each other, and the state of Zhao abducted me with strange tricks to threaten the Yan army to withdraw. How can the two countries be defeated because of me? Even my brother will give up me. It's the Taoist priest. He knows it's dangerous, but he takes risks to save me. I'm saved, but I'm lonely The Taoist priest under me was badly wounded by the pursuit and killing. He was dying when he found it. If it hadn't been for the rescue in time and a little later, he would have died in Jiaohu for Qing'er! No one saved me. He is the only one willing to die for Qing'er! "
PS: thank the new league leader "asmen" for their support!
Fu Junlan and the maid waiting outside also subconsciously hurried into the house to have a look.The female friar who broke in did not find anything unusual in the house. She quickly sat beside her bed, held Shang Shuqing's pulse, searched it, and then asked suspiciously, "is the princess having a nightmare?"Shang Shu counted and nodded, "I'm fine." she looked up and found that Fu Junlan also came in. She was stunned. This was her boudoir. She looked subconsciously at her bare feet, and a calf under her trouser legs was also exposed. Surprised, her feet quickly retracted into the quilt and said, "master Fu is coming."Fu Junlan's eyes also touched. The crystal and jade bare feet were very good-looking, but the other party's hiding action also made him suddenly realize that it was wrong. This was the woman's boudoir. He quickly turned around and turned his back to the way: "I heard a scream just now. In a hurry, I broke in by mistake. It's Xiaosheng's rude. Don't blame the princess." after that, he hurried to escape and went out, his face red.When guests came, Shang Shuqing couldn't stay on the couch any longer. She quickly recruited people to wash and change clothes.When everything was all right, Shang Shuqing went out. Looking at the rising sun, she knew that she was drunk last night and went to bed late. It was not the work of a serious woman's house. It was a little embarrassing.The servant invited her to dinner, and she didn't need it. First, she had no appetite, and second, she was embarrassed to let Fu Junlan wait any longer.He went straight to the pavilion, saluted Fu Junlan and asked, "what's the matter, childe?"In fact, she hinted at the other party in her words yesterday. She wanted to be quiet. Unexpectedly, the other party took the initiative to come without an agreement.What can Fu Junlan say? It can't be said that Feng Ruonan ordered him to come, right? Excuse: "I went back last night and met General Wang's son. I mentioned the princess's promise of calligraphy and painting. Do you remember?"Shang Shuqing was stunned. It was true, but she didn't promise the specific time. Why should she be so anxious?But now that Fu Junlan has come to run errands for the prince, it is inconvenient for Fu Junlan to return empty handed. For fear that Fu Junlan will lose face in the prince, after a little silence, Shang Shu Qing chin said, "please follow me, sir."The two went straight to the study and did not bother others. Shang Shuqing spread Chen drawing paper on the clean table that she had cleaned up.Fu Junlan is studying ink on behalf of her, but she is quite looking forward to it, because she knows that this woman's writing skills are extraordinary.In fact, the prince didn't urge him. He first found an excuse to see him, and then came to enlighten the other party.He didn't know exactly what had happened, couldn't find the direction, and didn't know where to start. It was the only way to meet talented women. Painstaking calligraphy and painting can naturally transfer his mind. After painting, he can comment and talk about it, so as to change his mood.However, after Shang Shuqing picked up her pen, she was a little confused. Her eyes were empty, her heart was empty, and she had nothing in her heart. She didn't know what to draw.Where can her mind go now? She is at a loss and gradually becomes gloomy. She slowly writes at the bottom of the drawing paper. A wisp of fiber seedlings appears with the light and heavy brush edges. After a few strokes, it is a vivid plant.Fu Junlan looked on and saw that it was a grass, and then another grass under the brush.As he drew, Fu Junlan found something wrong. Shang Shuqing's brush strokes became faster and faster. The gradually expanding grassland lost its elegance and gradually became a wasteland. The thick pen and ink was near, the light was far away, and a desolate grassland spread far away.Over the wasteland, a large area is left blank. A little pen and ink fall on the top of the drawing paper. The pen halo is rubbed open, and then the rise and fall are dotted. Flying birds emerge and fly away.The birds are not angry, because the jackdaws are gone. Compared with the desolate grassland below, it gives people an endless sense of sadness.Shang Shuqing dipped his pen in ink and then dropped it on the drawing paper. There were lines of slightly scrawled handwriting, and there was a large margin in the picture scroll. The handwriting sped out.Fu Junlan stared at her. She looked sad and seemed to have endless sadness and anger. After finishing it at one go, she slowly closed her pen and stood quietly like a lost soul.Fu Junlan's Adam's apple stirred, his mouth dried and swallowed. He found that he seemed to have found the wrong way to enlighten.Then he looked down at the scribbles on the paper, recognized Xu Xu and read out: "the withered Artemisia is rustling and the wind is bleak, and a blank of loess grass. Thousands of pieces of yellow paper are broken and floating, leaving disorderly, rolling up the sky for sacrifice! Who swallows, cups wine for sacrifice, drunk eyes cry, gradually blurred, Jianghu..." Leighton looked at the others.Shang Shuqing whispered and talked to herself, adding the last sentence, "come to the Jianghu in a dream..."The study was quiet. Fu Junlan stared at her for a long time. Finally, he stretched out his hand, pulled up the calligraphy and paintings with wet ink on the table and looked at them carefully.There is endless desolation on the painting. Adding those lines of endless desolation makes the whole painting sad and full of broken people's intestines.But he has to admit that this is a good painting with both words and paintings. It is undeniable only by the artistic conception in the painting. It is too sad. Can you give it to childe Wang? Childe Wang, it's estimated that it will affect your mood after receiving it. Can you give it away?In fact, at the beginning, he didn't mean to participate in the garden tour and want to be the mate of the royal palace. His own conditions are not bad. He doesn't worry about finding a beautiful woman. Who knows the ugliness of the princess in the palace? Who is the son of a rich family with some conditions willing to marry such an ugly woman?But there was no way. Under the pressure of his family, he had to go from.However, with the later contact, I can feel more and more what kind of person the woman under this appearance is. She is gentle, kind-hearted and Lan Xin Hui. She can't see the princess's frame on her body. She is a woman who thinks of people everywhere.Under that ugly appearance, there are talents unknown to outsiders. They are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, songs and Fu, such as calligraphy and painting in front of them.At first, he was reluctant. Later, he was really willing. The so-called people can't judge by appearance. Now we know that he was really impressed by Shang Shuqing's talent and felt that he had found a treasure.But now, after seeing this painting, it seems that the things secretly speculated before have been pointed out in the painting."Roll up the firmament sacrifice... Roll up the firmament sacrifice..." Fu Junlan, holding calligraphy and painting, whispered and repeated this sentence. He thought of the situation during yesterday's worship. A gust of wind stirred the paper all over the sky, which was so appropriate to this sentence in calligraphy and painting.But what a sad heart it would be to write this sentence. The scribbled burial seemed calm without waves. Even the name of the dead was not written on the tombstone, and there was no tear in the woman. But in the woman's heart, the hidden sadness was eager to roll the whole sky to offer sacrifices!And helpless, who swallow, cup wine sacrifice, drunk eyes cry, can only be in a dream."Princess!" Fu Junlan sighed.In his stupidity, Shang Shuqing suddenly returned to his mind when he heard the sound. He didn't know that he was distracted. He didn't even know that the picture scroll had been taken away. He didn't know how long he had been stunned. He was a little flustered. He stopped writing and apologized: "I lost my manners for a moment and let the childe laugh."Fu Junlan forced a smile, shook his head and tried to ask, "princess, is the peach blossom immortal buried the Taoist priest? He... He's dead?"In a word, just this sentence, it seemed to break through everything. Shang Shuqing inexplicably burst into tears in an instant.Before she couldn't help crying, she couldn't help crying in front of others. Suddenly, she burst into tears. She covered her mouth with her hands and couldn't shake her head. It seemed that she didn't want people to see it. She squatted down regardless of her manners. She squatted under the table and moaned silently and tore her heart and lungs. Her mood was completely out of control.Fu Junlan was in a hurry by her. He quickly put the calligraphy and painting on the table and reached out to help her.Shang Shuqing shook her head and couldn't afford to refuse. For fear of being seen by others, she covered her mouth and sobbed, "I hurt him. I shouldn't have invited him out of the mountain. I shouldn't have bothered him to work hard for my brother and sister. I killed him. He couldn't even find his body in the capital. He must be very painful before he died. How desperate should he be? Did someone save him? Maybe there was no one around him who could help him..."Fu Junlan didn't know what she was talking about. She sobbed and covered her mouth. She couldn't hear it clearly.But when he was listening, he squatted in front of her and waited, looking a little melancholy.After a long time, Shang Shuqing, who finally gave vent, loosened her mouth, raised her sleeve, wiped her tears and apologized, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Childe Fu, i... I..." she stood up and seemed to react. She was in a hurry and didn't know how to explain.Fu Junlan also stood up, smiled and shook his head: "it doesn't matter. The death of his old friend is indeed a sad thing. I have experienced the death of my family members."Under his appeasement and Shang Shuqing's good self-control, his mood soon stabilized.When she dried the tears on her face, Fu Junlan tried to ask, "does the princess love the Lord?"Shang Shuqing immediately panicked again, waved his hand and said, "childe Fu, there is nothing between me and Lord Tao. It's not what you think."Fu Junlan smiled. He seemed calm now, and the whole person seemed a lot more natural. He comforted, "don't worry, princess. I believe the princess is innocent, and I don't mean what the princess thinks. I'm just curious. With the princess's talent, not everyone can enter your eyes. The man who can make the princess treat him with such sincerity should be great?"Shang Shuqing was silent and didn't know how to answer.Fu Junlan tried to ask, "is it handsome? Romantic? Or is it because the Taoist priest has boundless magic power, which is beyond the reach of ordinary men such as me?"At this point, there seems to be no need to hide anything. Since he asked, Shang Shuqing wouldn't hide it from him, "I don't know how to describe him to the childe. I want to ask the childe, will the childe die for me?"Fu Junlan was silent and then smiled bitterly, "I dare not cheat the princess. Under the current situation, maybe, maybe not. If I am lucky to be with the princess, Fu believes he still has that responsibility."Shang Shuqing: "He will! I don't have any feelings with him. I can only be regarded as one of his friends at most. In the battle of Jiaohu, the Yan and Zhao armies fought against each other, and the state of Zhao abducted me with strange tricks to threaten the Yan army to withdraw. How can the two countries be defeated because of me? Even my brother will give up me. It's the Taoist priest. He knows it's dangerous, but he takes risks to save me. I'm saved, but I'm lonely The Taoist priest under me was badly wounded by the pursuit and killing. He was dying when he found it. If it hadn't been for the rescue in time and a little later, he would have died in Jiaohu for Qing'er! No one saved me. He is the only one willing to die for Qing'er! "PS: thank the new league leader "asmen" for their support!
