It was the first day of March in a blink of an eye.

The Jiangnan in March is the spring season.

The willows on both sides of the Xizi Lake in Pingjiang City have been green, and the spring water of a lake is rippling in the spring breeze. Several pleasure boats float lazily on the lake. Occasionally there is a little piano sound, which makes the sunset spread on the lake soft like red silk.

It is on this Xizi Lake, on one of the pleasure boats called Silver Hooks.

On the deck of the second floor were six men and one woman and seven teenagers.

Among them, the girl wearing a moon-white long dress is the most conspicuous.

She stood at the bow of the boat, facing the setting sun and facing the wind.

The river wind blew her dress and her long hair shawl.

Her eyes were like a pool of autumn water, but they were not blown by the wind.

Her eyes were calm and quiet, and the clearness was revealed.

She doesn't have any extra accessories on her body, because she doesn't need any extra accessories to embellish.

A sword hung around her waist and a piano was carried on her back.

The sword is a short sword of one foot and six inches.

The piano... is a six-stringed piano placed in a peach wood box.

The whole person is clean and neat, and with that pretty white face... She stood there and gave people a faint feeling, like a wisp of Zen, like a painting, coming out of the dust and entering the smoke.

This is a natural temperament.

In layman's terms, it means that people should not be approached, just like the lotus in summer, which can be viewed from afar and not played with.

Her name is Xiahua.

The close disciple of the Lord of Tianyin Pavilion, the future Lord of Tianyin Pavilion, and the talented genius girl Xia Hua, who is talented in both civil and military affairs!

She is the only disciple of Tianyin Pavilion who practices both piano and sword.

Her sword can kill people, and her piano can kill people.

This time, I was ordered to leave Tianshan by the master, mainly to experience it in the world, and secondary to killing people.

Kill a man named Li Chenan.

It was the first day when we arrived in Pingjiang City in Ningguo.

Before, she had never taken the boy named Li Chenan seriously, but since she entered Pingjiang City, she suddenly realized that what she heard was Li Chenan's deeds-

Eighteen years old.

Born in Guangling City.

I was a fool for the first seventeen years.

I suddenly got my mind on March 3rd last year.

Then, it was as written in the play, no, it was even more outrageous than the play!

He became the eldest son of Ningguo and the regent of Ningguo in just half a year!

These rumors are not much different from the news sent by Saburo, which means that it is not a rumor, but his true deeds.

Especially the letter from Saburo I received yesterday.

His Highness the Crown Prince returned in Ningguo because he was given by Li Chenan!

Li Chenan had already left Kyoto, Ningguo, and he had not met His Highness the Prince, but he had made His Highness the Prince come back without success... This is the master of playing chess, he had already lost his son and had already cut off His Highness the Prince's way back.

Then, then

It even prevented His Highness the Crown Prince from ambition to attack Ningguo.

This young man named Li Chenan is really an extremely dangerous person.

Her face suddenly became cold.

For the country of Wu, you should kill him!

Just as Xia Hua was thinking about this, the sound of the piano suddenly started in the cabin, and for a moment, a singing sounded.

The sound of the piano is resentful and the singing is desolate.

The scene is not very harmonious, but Xia Hua still tilted her ears and listened carefully.

"Two years of death in ten years,

Don't think about it, unforgettable.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other,

Dust is full of face ... like frost. "

Xia Hua was suddenly shocked. This poem was done very well, completely writing about the sadness in the poet's heart... Such sadness seems to have been seen before...

Xia Hua felt a sudden slap in her heart, and she thought of her mother!

Her mother's name is Miao Qiuqin!

The mother seemed to be happy.

The reason why I use this word seems to be because once in the night, under the moonlight, when my mother was alone, the endless sadness flowed out on her face.

Then, she roughly knew where her mother's sorrow came from—

That man named Wen Zhuoyu!

My mother married my father, but she did not marry the love she wanted!

In the blink of an eye, the stinky man named Wen Zhuoyu had left his mother for twenty years, but his mother still didn't think about it and was unforgettable.

If we meet again, will we no longer know each other? We are already covered in dust and hairy years old.

The sound of the piano was lingering again, and for a moment, there was a singing voice again:

"Ye Lai You Meng Suddenly Return to Hometown,

The small window is dressing up.

Looking at each other in silence, only tears flowed thousands of times.

It is expected to be broken every year,

A bright moonlit night...Short Songgang!"

The singing echoed in the night wind, as if the afterglow of the setting sun became even more sad.

The sound of the piano is still playing, becoming lighter and lighter, and this is the end.

Xia Hua recalled for a moment and suddenly said, "If you want to talk about poetry and articles, Ningguo's background is more profound."

"I have long heard that the Jiangnan of Ningguo is a place where many literati emerge... Such a poem about longing and memorial service should not be written by a young man."

"It should be done by the great scholar who lost his beloved person."

"I go in and ask Miss Miaomiao. When I visit this great scholar, I may be able to find a good poem."

After saying this, Xia Hua turned around, moved her lotus steps lightly, and she entered the cabin and came to Miss Miaomiao on the front platform.

Miaomiao raised her head, stood up, and said a blessing to Xia Hua.

The Silver Hook Painting Boat was booked by the beautiful lady in front of her, and she was her most honorable guest.

"Hello Miss!"

Miaomiao reached out and pointed it out, "Miaomiao relived this lyrics and music and entered the scene for a while. I disturbed the lady. Please forgive me... Please give me a message here!"

The two of them came to a tea table next to them.

Miaomiao took the fire stick, lit the tea stove, and cooked a pot of tea.

Xia Hua opened her mouth and asked:

“This lyrics and songs are excellent!”

"I just want to know who this lyrics comes from?"

Miss Miaomiao smiled faintly, stretched out one hand and stroked the strands of hair that were blown by the wind in her ears, and said:

"This song became the hands of Shangdi and Shangma... Shangma went to the immortals in the Kyoto transformation last year, and this became a masterpiece."

"As for this poem... it comes from the hands of the poet in our Ningguo, the current regent, Li Chen'an and Mr. Li."

Xia Hua was suddenly shocked, and suddenly widened her beautiful eyes and stared at Miaomiao in a flash. After five breaths, she asked in surprise:

"You said, was this poem written by Li Chen'an?"

Miss Miaomiao took the tea into the pot and nodded slightly:

"Of course, this word was formed on the Mid-Autumn Festival night last year."

"That night, Mr. Li wrote sixteen unparalleled poems in the literary world of Kyoto, defeating the genius boys in the Imperial College of Yue State in one fell swoop!"

"The late emperor was named Prince Li's name as a poet... In the hearts of brothel women like us, his identity as a regent is not heavy, but we prefer his identity as a poet."

Miaomiao smiled with a smile, and a red cloud appeared on her face:

"I heard that such a talented man is extremely handsome. Who can not admire women in the world?"

Miaomiao suddenly sighed:

"It's a pity that a humble person like me can only hide that admiration in his heart."

"After all, the person he really likes is the third lady from Zhongli Mansion."

"I heard that there is one more, which is said to be Xi Wei's daughter... They are people with great blessings... Mr. Li values ​​love and friendship, and would rather give up the country than beauties... The story between him and Miss Ruoshui, Xu Neng

It was written and passed down for thousands of years."
Chapter completed!