Old man, if you don't let me see your daughter, I will cause trouble for you!
In the cabin, Zhu Yunxi was leaning on the soft couch, holding a book and pretending to read it, but he was smiling evilly in his heart.
Speaking of which, he is actually a bit of a coward. Zhang Shan's attitude is like guarding against thieves. He doesn't say it, but he feels unhappy in his heart.
He threw a grape into his mouth casually, then reached out and opened the page of the book.
Suddenly, a piece of silk handkerchief fell out from the page of the book. Zhu Yunxi picked it up with some confusion and suddenly blushed.
This was exactly what Li Jinglong gave him as a novelty when he got married. In order to avoid being seen by others when he put it on his desk, he divided it into several pieces and hid them in a book to relieve his boredom. Unexpectedly, he brought it out this time when he went to Beijing.
For a moment, Zhu Yunxi's eyes were attracted by the strange pictures on the silk handkerchief, and he did not look away for a long time.
In the painting, there is a boat with a fishing pole standing on the bow. Two people are entangled in the boat, and the water is rippling under the boat. It is particularly lifelike and lifelike.
As he watched, Zhu Yunxi felt a little depressed in his heart.
Earlier, I envied the bosses who drove yachts and took young models out to sea. Above the vast ocean, as far as the eye could see, there were all girls in bikinis, all with beautiful smiles.
I thought at that time, if I lived like that, I wouldn’t even give it to the emperor!
Now, he is almost the same as the emperor. The wealthy man just drives a yacht, and he has a reinforced camp with him, the largest and most precious royal boat in the world, but he has to rely on looking at this thing to entertain his imagination!
Thinking of this, Zhu Yunxi felt sad and angry, and held the scroll in his palm.
The old man always said that he didn't have many children, so he wanted to have more sons, but why don't you give birth to others? He brought a lot of people with him out of the capital, but he didn't even send any good-looking maids.
Fortune plays tricks on people!
As I was thinking in a mess, I heard a bastard's voice from outside, "Your Highness, the things have been delivered!"
Zhu Yunxi stuffed the silk handkerchief into his sleeve and continued to pretend to read. The people around him seemed trustworthy, but who knew if someone would go back to report. What if the old man knew that he stayed up late to read Japanese paintings, wouldn't it be...
...
What do you say over there? What is Zhang Shan's face? Zhu Yunxi asked.
The bastard looked back in shame, and the servant looked at Mr. Zhang's face, which looked a little ugly, as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis, and he couldn't tell the pain!
Haha, okay! Zhu Yunxi continued, is there any silk for me on the ship?
Some Shu brocades are prepared for you to appreciate!
Pick some to send to Zhang Shan tomorrow, saying that Gu made clothes for his daughter! Zhu Yunxi said again.
The slave obeys the order!
Go down! Zhu Yunxi changed his posture and read a book alone!
It was getting dark, so your Highness should be careful! The bastard ordered someone to send some candles, and then hid behind the door.
Bang, Zhu Yunxi threw the book on the soft couch, stretched his body into a big character, lay on the couch, and looked at the roof of the cabin.
boring!
If he were in the palace, he could still go to Ning'er or ask Miaoyun to come to his palace, but on this ship...
Then he stood up, casually put on his shoes, and walked out.
Don't follow me, just go out for a walk by yourself!
After giving the order, the palace officials followed carefully from a distance and did not dare to step forward.
As soon as I got out of the cabin, my mind suddenly opened up. The river breeze was refreshing, and under the stars, the waves on the river surface shone slightly, with countless ripples rippling.
Zhu Yunxi walked up to the deck with his hands behind his back and his cloth shoes. The deck was brightly lit, with countless insects surrounding the lanterns, eager to fly into the flames.
Gradually, Zhu Yunxi walked around the upper level, and then slowly walked to the lower level. Unknowingly, he walked to the hatch of Zhang Shan's ship.
Where are the people? Seeing that there was no light in the cabin, Zhu Yunxi asked the guard outside the door.
The guard knelt down and bowed his head, returning to Chitose, Magistrate Zhang went to the toilet!
Oh! Zhu Yunxi nodded casually, put his hands behind his back, and continued to move forward.
Suddenly, his steps became even more sluggish, and he listened attentively. In the room not far from Zhang Shan's cabin, the sound of a piano could be faintly heard. The sound of the piano seemed to be a pipa, like beads falling on a jade plate, turning slowly and gently.
Slow, crying, complaining, angry and resentful.
Gradually, the sound of the pipa became a little louder, and the melody became gentle, with some self-love and self-pity. It was like a girl silently confiding her feelings, with various emotions of grievance and expectation.
Zhu Yunxi walked slowly over, stood outside the window, and listened quietly.
this............
Behind Zhu Yunxi, the guard was about to speak when he was grabbed by a hand. Looking back, he saw the bastard making a silent gesture. Suddenly he nodded with understanding, and then waved his hand. The guards standing solemnly on the deck said,
They all retreated silently.
The sound of the pipa attracted Zhu Yunxi's full attention. The sound of the pipa seemed to be alive, speaking tactfully.
Sometimes the tune is cheerful, like a girl dressing up in the mirror. Sometimes it's low, like a girl looking at herself in pity. Sometimes it's high-pitched, like a girl's pride. Sometimes it's a bit lonely, like the desolation in a girl's heart when no one is around.
Gradually the song ended, and the person in the room let out a cry of sadness that made people feel sad.
Why is the sound of your piano a little melancholy? Are you unhappy? Zhu Yunxi asked softly, leaning against the window.
Huh? The people in the room were startled, and after letting out an exclamation, they didn't dare to speak. There was only a rustling figure leaning against the window lattice.
Zhu Yunxi smiled and said softly, "Are you Rong'er? Don't be afraid, you are Gu! We have met before, I have eaten your food, and today Gu even sent someone to give you a bird's nest. By the way, the Ryukyu Kingdom is paying tribute."
Sugar, have you eaten it? It’s so sweet!
The people in the room whispered again, covering their mouths as if in disbelief. In the room, Zhang Ronger was stunned. She never expected that the person listening outside the window was actually His Royal Highness. At this moment, she felt a deer bumping against her chest.
My heart was beating very hard.
Later, I heard Zhang Ronger say quietly through the window, the folk girls are not good at skills and it is an insult to His Highness!
If you are not good at playing the pipa, no one will know how to play the pipa! Zhu Yunxi smiled and said, in my opinion, what you play is the music, but what you tell is the story, and the eloquent telling makes people obsessed and intoxicated!
In the cabin, Zhang Ronger lowered her head, holding a handkerchief in her hand, feeling indescribably shy and a little happy.
However, in my opinion, there is some self-pity in your music! Zhu Yunxi stood outside the window and continued, "You and I are about the same age. Seventeen or eighteen is a great time. It is like the flowering years, when we should be full of vigor and vitality."
Why bother looking at yourself and feeling sorry for yourself?
The first time I met you, you were a down-to-earth and generous woman, like a little flower blooming in the wind. Why is my heart full of melancholy now?
Inside the window, Zhang Ronger was stunned. She must have been melancholy in her heart, so she would play such a tune. So what if she has spent her good years in bloom? She is already an old girl, and all her good years have been wasted and slipped away before her eyes.
Who bullied you? Tell me, I will help you vent your anger! Seeing that the other party did not speak, Zhu Yunxi continued to laugh, but in Gu’s view, you are also the daughter of the prefect after all. Who dares to bully you? What is the meaning of your song?
, it’s just a girl’s feelings, worrying about gains and losses.
You girls just think too much, so what if you feel sorry for yourself about some things? Life still has to go by. You are unhappy for a day, and you are happy for a day. Life is short, why make yourself unhappy!
After saying that, seeing that the person in the window still didn't speak, Zhu Yunxi couldn't bear it anymore and pushed the window directly.
With a squeak, accompanied by Zhang Ronger's exclamation, the window opened, revealing Zhu Yunxi's gentle smiling face.
The daughter of the people meets His Highness, Your Highness is a thousand years old! Zhang Ronger saluted through the window.
Zhu Yunxi leaned against the window frame and said with a smile, "I really guessed that you have something on your mind! Look at your eyes, they are red, as if you are about to cry!"
Zhang Ronger was so embarrassed that she turned away and wiped her face.
Although I don’t know why you are sad, I can tell you that you are not as good-looking as you were back then? Zhu Yunxi chuckled and said, you were generous back then, but now you are a bit...
.A bit pretentious!
A woman must be confident and elegant to be beautiful. How old are you, yet you are secretly so sad!
Zhang Ronger blushed and lowered her head.
This lowering of the head was full of shyness.
Zhu Yunxi looked at the other party and refused to move his eyes away. He said, "Play another song and listen to me alone!"
Since there is sorrow in folk girl songs, why should Your Highness listen to them again? Could it be that His Highness likes to listen to such tunes? Zhang Ronger suddenly became bolder. When she saw His Highness earlier, she was full of energy. Today, Your Highness is a bit old-fashioned!
Although she was smiling, the hint of worry in her eyes was still caught by Zhu Yunxi.
Zhang Rong raised her head and met Zhu Yunxi. Her heart suddenly trembled, and she quickly lowered her head. Then, not daring to look at Zhu Yunxi anymore, she slowly picked up the pipa and started playing.
The slow, girlish melody lingered by the window again.
Zhu Yunxi closed his eyes and slowly tapped the window lattice with his fingers to the beat.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and said with a smile, you play the piano and I have a single word to say to you, maybe it can relieve your worries! After saying that, he leaned half of his body through the window, looking for paper and pen everywhere.
There was only pen and ink, and the paper was too far away to reach. As soon as Zhu Yunxi stretched out his hand, a silk handkerchief fell from his sleeve.
Just use this. Zhu Yunxi laid out the silk handkerchief.
I wrote, the night wind was blowing hard, and I looked back at the past. It was me in the past, full of anger.......
Although it is not suitable for the occasion, this poem can open up people's hearts and eliminate sorrow. And although it seems easy to understand, it contains many important principles of life.
Having learned the lesson and received the guidance of the scriptures, I now see clearly and no longer feel trapped...
Zhang Ronger's eyes were full of surprise. There was only a faint light inside and outside the cabin. Under the light, Zhu Yunxi's writing was done in one stroke.
Could it be that His Highness is still a talented person?
I had something in mind, my fingers crooked, and the ball was wrong.
Just as I was about to apologize, I heard an angry voice coming from outside, Your Highness!
Who? I just......................
Zhu Yunxi turned around, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. He saw Zhang Shan appearing from the other side at some point, facing him, as if glaring angrily.
Damn it, someone got caught! This old Zhang is not as good at being a person as Zhao Sili, so he needs to leave quickly!
Zhu Yunxi complained in his heart, turned around and left. It was getting late, Zhang Aiqing should have rested earlier!
Your Highness, I have something to say!
Let’s talk tomorrow, I’m lonely and sleepy!
When Zhu Yunxi fled and Zhang Shan pursued him, Zhang Ronger quickly closed the window and grabbed the poem written by the emperor's grandson in his hand.
Then, he lit the lights in the cabin and began to read silently word for word.
It turns out that His Highness’ handwriting is so good!
Looking, looking, Zhang Ronger felt something was wrong, and the silk handkerchief in her hand seemed to have a double image.
Are there words at the back?
He was puzzled, and his eyes widened immediately on the spot.
Ah! With a scream, Zhang Rong covered her eyes and dropped the silk handkerchief in her hand.