.It's still so red, but it sounds different.

The sound of the flute is extremely sad and not as plain as Wang Xian. Whether it is loud or low, it has a tear-jerking smell that makes people unable to bear to listen.

Yuyan finally couldn't stand the dazed Qingzhu's voice and said in a bit awkward, "Sister, don't blow it, it sounds uncomfortable."

Li Qingzhao sighed and put the flute on the stone platform. Seeing Wang Xian staying there, she couldn't help but say, "Young Master Wang is laughing at me if you don't blow well."

Wang Xian didn't hear this and the sound of the flute was still in his ears, and he felt like he was turning out everything in his heart.

The joys and sorrows of later generations and her deep friendship. The days and nights of the grasslands seemed to all the sadness in my heart suddenly surged out. If the huge gate was opened and the flood was flooded, I would drown in the water and unable to extricate myself if I didn’t pay attention.

The sadness in his heart was also sad and sad, which made Yu Yan stunned and choked in her heart and couldn't speak.

For a moment, everyone was silent in this sad atmosphere until Wang Xian slowly exhaled: "Miss Li is really too sad, and I was immersed in it. It's too sad."

Li Qingzhao echoed: "I don't mean to forgive me for my feelings."

Wang Xian hurriedly said, "No, this sound is very nice, although sad, it is really nice and completely different from the sound I used to say before. Miss Li was so affectionate that it made people tremble, but the sound I used to blow was too pale and ugly."

Li Qingzhao suddenly asked, "Young Master Wang has just pondered for a long time and didn't know what he was thinking?"

Wang Xian looked at Li Qingzhao for no reason.

Li Qingzhao's face turned slightly red and said hurriedly: "I took the liberty that Yuyan was not too early today, so I went back first."

Yuyan looked at the sky and said, "It's still early, so why should I go back too early?"

Li Qingzhao whispered: "It's getting late."

Yuyan suddenly felt inexplicably looking at Li Qingzhao and then said, "Okay, I'll take my sister back."

Li Qingzhao shook her head and said, "No need Yuyan, please talk to Prince Wang, I'm going back."

As she said that, she walked out of the pavilion, Yuyan was stunned and walked out of the pavilion and followed Li Qingzhao while walking, and said quickly around the yard and disappeared.

Wang Xian shook his head vigorously. In the past, he said that the sound of the flute can convey feelings. He didn't believe it, but now he is really sad when he hears the sound of the flute. This mood has not improved yet.

Why is the sound of flute so sad?

He was sitting in the pavilion holding the flute in his hand or was it a bit heavy and old, but why did he make such a sad note? Where did it come from? Why could it knock the heartstrings?

How great sadness is there in life? Will this sadness slowly accumulate? At a certain moment, it suddenly surges out and forms a rush of overwhelming force that makes people unable to breathe.

Yu Yan walked back and saw Wang Xian holding the flute and said, "Sister Qingzhao used this flute just now."

Wang Xian said "Yes" and his eyes remained on the flute.

Yuyan walked into the pavilion and whispered: "The sound of the flute just now was really sad. I actually had the urge to cry."

Wang Xian sighed and said, "This is the resonance of love, sadness, sadness in her heart. The sadness in her heart circled on the flute. The sound of the flute touched the sadness buried in your heart. It really has the urge to cry."

Yuyan pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know why Sister Qingzhao is so sad, but I guessed it just now."

Wang Xian looked up at her and asked strangely: "You can guess your thoughts?"

Yu Yan sat on the stone bench and said, "Sometimes, I guessed only nine out of ten but I didn't win, and occasionally I might be able to guess."

Seeing her solemnly speaking, Wang Xian couldn't help but chuckled and said, "Miss Yuyan, let me tell you why Li Qingzhao was so sad just now?"

Yu Yan slowly said: "In this era, Sister Qingzhao's family environment is good. She is not a sad girl. Naturally, she is because she has reached a sad age."

Age of sadness? What does this mean?

Yu Yan was very curious when she saw Wang Xian's eyes and continued: "The age of sadness is this sixteenth season. She began to understand that some things gradually became more emotional. When the flowers fell, she would be sad. The leaves would be yellow. She would be sad. The geese would fly away. She would be sad. When the sky was not clear, she would be sad. This would be sad.

And she also had some strange thoughts. This unspeakable little thought made her gradually worried about gains and losses. The heart was heavy. Occasionally, when you saw things around you, she felt a little sad. Today, she read the flute you played. The sentence "Ranhong Flying Over the Swing" was just in line with the sad atmosphere that made her fall into it, so she blew such a sad song."

Wang Xian couldn't help laughing and then he felt much better. At this time, he slowly said: "Why do Li Qingzhao need someone? Is it the kind of girl with rich tear glands? She is extremely innocent and charming to see how the girl who "wrongly enters the depths of lotus flowers" and "shocks a bunch of gulls and herons" suddenly became emotional?"

Yu Yan sighed and said, "Li Qingzhao also has an era of flower season."

The era of flower season is when the mood becomes inexplicable, when the world is full of curiosity, when the faint and tender sorrow and smile dissipates, when everything is not good to remember the origin of the memory.

Wang Xian seemed to understand something and suddenly laughed: "It seems that you have a deep understanding."

Yu Yan was stunned and smiled and said, "Yes, that era really makes people unable to forget whether it is sweet, smiling or sad, now with tears, you can be happy memories. Uh, you won't feel like this, right?"

Wang Xian laughed and said, "At that time, I was mindful and honest in high school. I remember the most that I had a crush on, but I was the so-called honest young man at that time, so how could I confess my love to others? As a result, that partner ran away. I remember that I saw her at the wedding ceremony and she was still single, but I thought it was not for me."

Yuyan couldn't help but laugh and said, "Is this the only one of your beautiful memories?"

Wang Xian shook his head and said, "This is not a good memory. It's a bad memory. My best memory is that a girl was secretly in love with me. Hehe, just a joke. Actually, I don't like memories the most. Because I always feel very uncomfortable after recalling, it's better to look forward to the future. It's a very happy thing to struggle for my dreams."

Yuyan thought for a while and said, "Maybe I'm a little unsure."

Seeing that she was still sad, Wang Xian couldn't help but smile and said, "I remember the truth you analyzed just now. It's like a master of psychology. You can use it to fool people in the future."

Yu Yan smiled and said, "Yes, you are the one who is fooling you first."

Although there was a smile on her face, she didn't look smiling in her eyes and said, "Wang Xian, do you know why Li Qingzhao was sad just now?"

Wang Xian couldn't help but smile and said, "You said you were a psychologist, but you really pretended to be like this. Didn't you say that you had said it? It was the flower season that she was sad about the yellow leaves and the flowers falling, so the song she played was very sad."

Yuyan stared at him and said, "Is it saddened by the yellow leaves? No, it's because she has little thoughts now."

Wang Xian said curiously: "What are the little things to think?"

Yuyan sighed, "You just remembered that the flute that she played was yours without her."

Wang Xian nodded and said, "Yes, what's wrong with no second one?"

Yu Yan shook her head and said, "Don't you understand? She actually picked up the flute you just blew. This can be said to be an indirect skin relationship. In this era, it is extremely serious, so her little thoughts are related to you."

Wang Xian was stunned for a moment and realized that he came here and laughed out loud, "You really want to even me to get together, isn't this a random play? Li Qingzhao and I have only met several times in total? How could she be careful about me? Besides, her true destiny is Zhao Mingcheng and the two of them are the couples that they envied in later generations. She should think of them as Zhao Mingcheng."

Yu Yan frowned and said, "Do you really don't understand or don't understand? She is a vague age and she has seen men of similar age the most frequently. Zhao Mingcheng doesn't know what he looks like at all, so it's not impossible to think about it carefully."

Wang Xian couldn't help laughing Fang Xiang said suddenly and thought about it, and couldn't help but be stunned.

This seems quite ridiculous. An ancient talented woman actually fell in love with herself in the Girls' Generation, but it is indeed very likely. After all, although Li Qingzhao didn't see her many times, women in this era basically couldn't see strange men seeing her the most.

It is also normal to have a vague idea at this flowering season. This is a beautiful but immature idea.

Wang Xian smiled and said, "It's incredible, but as long as she gets married next year, she will become this and treat it as a memory for the future."

Yu Yan smiled and said, "Are you not moved? Li Qingzhao can be regarded as the number one talented woman, and she is so beautiful now. I have a little idea about you. Do you have no idea to be with her? This is a good choice. Honestly, Sister Qingzhao has only been released in a thousand years."

Wang Xian laughed and said, "You really dare to say anything."

He remembered that when he first saw Li Qingzhao, he heard the very nice voice and the smoke-like face, and couldn't help but feel a little warm. But then he slowly said: "Actually, I have a fiancée. My fiancée lives on the grassland. Although she is not particularly beautiful, she has an extraordinary smile, hehe, so I won't have any thoughts about Li Qingzhao."

Yu Yan was stunned and remembered to look at Wang Xian and said, "Is it the little girl you said on the cliff that day that wanted me to be early?"

When she saw Wang Xian nodding, she couldn't help but smiled strangely: "Why did you have contact with the girl on the grassland?"

Wang Xian sighed and said, "I spent a long time on the grassland. It was part of my life and I and that girl were also engaged and would definitely go back to get married."

Yuyan rolled her eyes and said, "I remember you said you had a wife in later generations."

Wang Xian smiled and said, "That's what I can't go back again. It can be said that the gods and humans are separated, but we can't be a bachelor for the rest of our lives. We also want to get married in this era."

Yuyan said mockingly: "This is an excuse for her to make a fuss."

Wang Xian smiled and said, "Don't say that, I am not the kind of fickle person who was not like this in the future, nor in the present or not."

Yuyan muttered a few words and then said, "What should Sister Qingzhao do? Did she really make her so melancholy? And if she has a shadow in her heart, no matter how vague the shadow is, it will always be placed on it as a mark. And our two families are so close, she will gradually deepen the shadow in the future. I am afraid that when she gets married, she will have something to do and it is possible to escape from marriage."

Wang Xian shrugged and said, "You are really exaggerating, but I feel a little curious when you understand your mind so well. You should get married in future generations, right?"

Yu Yan was stunned and her face turned a little strange, then she said, "No, I am a career-first person, my career has no success, and I have no intention of considering marriage."

Wang Xian smiled slightly. In fact, there are many strong women in later generations who have this mentality. Their ideas are always incomprehensible and their success standards are not clear. Therefore, generally successful women only get married when they are older.

He stretched out and said, "I'm so tired recently. I don't know if I'm going to be lucky."

Seeing him feeling sleepy, Yu Yan couldn't help but snorted, "Then go back to sleep, you have to go to that secret pavilion tomorrow? By the way, Wang Xian, don't fall into the officialdom of this era. If you can't get out, it will be troublesome, especially if you keep your heart from being polluted by it."

Wang Xian stood up and yawned, then smiled and said, "How can I not get wet my shoes when I walk by the river often? But I may not be there."

He walked towards the bedroom and stayed with Yu Yan sitting alone in the pavilion and shook her head slightly.

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What does the imperial city look like? What does the Zhimi Pavilion look like?

Wang Xian was confused at this time, and he realized the meaning of "it was only because he was in this mountain" outside the imperial city, and there were several thick and huge men leading to him and the people from Zhimi Pavilion walked in from Donghua Gate and walked around the outer part of the imperial city for half an hour before entering Zhimi Pavilion and then walked around in for unknown times before he saw a supervisor of Zhimi Pavilion. He registered Wang Xian and took him to a house and said, "You can prepare books in this room. Remember to report to the Zhimi Pavilion first every day."

Wang Xian naturally agreed and then walked into the room. This was a very large house. There were bookshelfs on it, in the shape of two desks. There were pens and ink and some paper on the middle. It was used for recording and editing. In the middle was a stove. I thought it was the secret pavilion that was warm to people. It was indeed thoughtful.

He was sitting by a desk and picked up some books on the desk and looked through them. Most of them were books with classical meanings and some were historical books. He looked at them and saw that there were still many words written on the paper on the desk. They were all about the things in the Shangshu. The brushwork was very deep and not like ordinary scholars who talked wildly and used ancient sayings.

This made Wang Xian curious. He was looking around and didn't want someone to walk outside, who was about thirty years old. At this time, he walked in and saw Wang Xian and bowed, "Just heard the words of the scholars just now. A young hero came to me and prepared a book in this room. Cao was happy and afraid that the scholars would deliberately imply me. He hurried back but didn't want to be a young man. Is it really admirable? Cao Shi is a native of the capital and dares to ask about his name?"

Wang Xian hurriedly said, "Wang Xian is also a native of Bianjing, Brother Cao, who is also studying books in this room? Then it seems that the text on the paper must be what Brother Cao did."

Cao Shi looked at the piece of paper in his hand and couldn't help but smile: "Do you do randomly and occasionally get the king. Don't laugh at me."

Wang Xian shook his head and said, "This writing skills are so profound that it is as talented as Brother Su Huangcao, and we are not even able to match!"

Cao Shi laughed and said, "Brother Wang is too proud of me, but I can't afford to take on it. From now on, you and I will be colleagues. It's a blessing to be together. I will tell you about the task of revising books in the Zhi Secret Pavilion."

He said as he pointed at the beginning of talking nonstop.

Wang Xian opened his mouth and looked at Cao Shi until he finished speaking, and said, "What do you mean is this our mission?"
To be continued...