RPAGF Chapter 907 Listen to Fang Jingqu again
Chapter 907 Listen to Fang Jingqu again
Shi Anxia didn't cry for too long. When she raised her head again, her eyes were calm.
Her eyes fell on Tang Xinghe's face, and then slowly moved to Ma Chuyang.
A few months ago, they were still young men full of vigor and vitality, vowing to achieve unprecedented military exploits.
Before taking action, you must strike a pose and shout a slogan before you can do your job. But now it seems like his soul has been taken away, and even his eyes have lost their former brilliance.
After a long time, Shi Anxia sat in front of the guqin.
There was a thin layer of dust on the body of the piano, and when my fingertips ran across it, a clear mark was left.
I haven't played the piano for a long time, and my nails haven't been trimmed carefully, so it hurts a little when I pluck the strings.
The piece she played today was "Jin Ge Yin".
At first, a spring scene flowed from my fingertips, with flowing water under a small bridge and apricot blossoms in the mist.
The sound of the piano is clear and melodious, as if one can see the young men practicing martial arts and studying in the academy in the past, with their fluttering clothes and a bright look that was unsophisticated from the world.
Gradually, the index finger of the right hand trembled violently at the Shang position, and the tune suddenly changed. The left hand's yin became rapid and heavy, like a horse's hoof crushing an ice river, and the string sound was wrapped in the wind and snow at the border.
In the last section, she changed the fingering. What was supposed to be a triumphant melody now turned into the tune of the first clear day after the snow.
The overtones are like drops of melting ice, the scattered sounds are like new buds breaking through the soil, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, everything finally returns to tranquility.
Tang and Ma were not people who liked to listen to music. But "Jin Ge Yin" was a famous song, and they had heard it before, but they did not understand the meaning of the song.
But this time, they all understood.
It is true that when you first listen to it, you think it is just an ordinary tune, but when you listen to it again, you will be surprised by the inner meaning of the song.
After the song, Shi Anxia spoke softly, like a blunt knife slowly cutting through the silence in the room, "With your family background, you shouldn't have gone to the battlefield so early. But I always think that wounds are wings and pain is a stepping stone to ascend to the sky."
The two of them lowered their heads, tears never stopping.
Shi Anxia stood up, her skirt sweeping an elegant arc on the ground. She walked to the window, with her back to the two of them, and said, "It was your cousin-in-law and I who were pushing things too far."
They were originally young boys with delicate skin and tender flesh, and they would scream for a long time if they were scalded by hot water.
My husband wrote to me earlier and said that the two boys were pretty good. They were usually so delicate, but when they went to the battlefield, they had dozens or even hundreds of wounds of varying sizes on their bodies, but they didn't even groan.
Shi Anxia sighed, "We were a little impatient."
She thought she was giving them a chance to achieve something that should have been achieved many years later. But she was putting an unbearable burden on their shoulders and hearts too early.
It was her brother Shi Yunqi who gave her the illusion that any talented young man could contribute his light and heat to the court as soon as possible.
But she forgot what kind of pain her brother had experienced in his youth, and that he was ultimately different from the boy who grew up in a honey pot.
They don't know how to discern people's hearts, so they trust others easily.
Outside the window, the early spring sunshine gently caresses the new buds in the courtyard.
Shi Anxia didn't turn around, listening to the suppressed crying of the two teenagers behind him.
She dug her nails deep into her palms. "Once there was a general who received a report from a spy saying that the enemy was hiding in a village. The spy also said that the village was the enemy's lair."
Ma Chuyang and Tang Xinghe both forgot to cry and looked up at their cousin's slender back.
Then she said, "The general ordered the village to be burned down. In the middle of the night, the flames shot up to the sky, and not a single person escaped alive from the entire village."
Shi Anxia paused, turned around and asked, "Guess what happened next?"
In the past, the two would have been vying for a wild and imaginative answer. Now, both were calm and silent.
Shi Anxia didn't really want them to answer, so she just said calmly, "The general later found out that there were several hundred people in that village, all of them were old people, women, and children."
The two of them felt a pain in their hearts when they heard this.
Shi Anxia said, "The general was a very upright man. He could not bear the blow and continued to fight despite the grief. Later, the war was won and the court rewarded him according to his merits. He was appointed prime minister and made a hero in the hearts of the people. But he could not sleep peacefully every day afterwards."
She lied, and in fact the general hanged himself.
She just wanted to tell them, “Everyone makes mistakes.”
At this time, not only was there suppressed crying inside the house, but there was also crying outside the house.
Zheng Qiaoer and Qin Fangfei are here.
They had been standing outside the door listening for a long time, and only today did they learn that Cen Yuan's uncertain life and death was related to their son.
But An Xia had just given birth to a child after surviving a life-threatening situation, and was experiencing the pain of her husband's disappearance. She also had to patiently guide and enlighten her own son.
They cried and dragged their sons away.
The next morning, Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang submitted two resignation letters to the Ministry of War.
The Ministry of War accepted the memorial, and it took three days for it to reach the desk of Emperor Mingde.
The emperor sighed and wrote down his approval.
All the civil and military officials in the court were shocked.
After a battle, the commander did not return. He thought that he was giving military merit to the people from Yunqi Academy, but in the end, not only did he not get promoted, he was also fired.
The censorate's prepared verbal and written criticisms were not put to use for the time being. I felt a little confused, and my job became more and more difficult.
At this time, Anxia was preparing to set off for Tiema City.
Tang Xinghe came to look for her alone, "Cousin, I'll go with you."
He wanted to protect her all the way, and also wanted to go to Tiema City to find his cousin's husband again.
Ma Chuyang got the message from A Niang, and also came to find Shi An Xia, rather cautiously, "Princess, can I go with you?"
Shi Anxia glanced at him and said, "Call me cousin and I'll let you go."
"Cousin." Ma Chuyang felt warm in his heart and breathed a sigh of relief, "When are you leaving?"
Shi Anxia answered truthfully, "I don't know yet. My two daughters are weak and can't travel far. We have to wait and see."
This wait lasted until the hottest time of July.
Not only was her daughter weak, but the children didn't even have proper names. Shi Anxia insisted on waiting for her husband to come back and give them names, and usually just called them "one one", "two two", "three three" in a messy way.
Er'er and Sansan looked like they were carved from the same mold and were raised together. Not only did Beihui and others make a mistake, but several wet nurses also often confused the two little ancestors.
The "three months" that Lady Meng stayed in the mansion also turned into "three years". She said, "Actually, Er Er and San San are easy to distinguish. You see, Er Er is steady and doesn't like to move, but San San can't stop."
Perhaps he wanted to go against Madam Meng, because after she said that, sometimes San San lay there listlessly, while Er Er would crawl all over the bed.
Madam Meng's heart melted when she saw this.
Liang Yanbing had no choice but to come up with a clever idea. She took some rouge and dotted a cinnabar mole on Sansan's forehead to distinguish the two.
In September, the sycamore trees in front of the yard began to turn yellow, and scattered dead leaves swirled and fell on the bluestone slabs.
It has been nearly a year since Cen Yuan disappeared, and people in the mansion gradually avoided mentioning the young master.
Shi Anxia no longer secretly interfered in the political affairs of the North Wing.
Everything was back on track, the people who needed to be saved were saved, the disasters that needed to be saved were saved, the treacherous ministers were brought to justice, the loyal ministers and generals took their positions, and she retired after completing her mission.