The Words of the Number One

"The person you like is Song Changjun, right?" Ji Yu suddenly said something surprising.

He walked with my back at a steady pace, his breath still steady. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed against the back of his neck, and calmly replied: "No."

"That's right, if it's really Song Changjun, you wouldn't curse him to death." Ji Yu smiled softly and said leisurely, "If my plan would hurt Song Changjun, what would you do?"

"You don't have any deep hatred, and he is not the person you are targeting. There is always a way to complete your plan without hurting him." I added lightly: "What's more, you used to be friends."

Song Changjun mentioned Ji Yu's name when he was in Qi State before, and just now he heard Mr. Shu's story about Ji Yu in the teahouse, and he kept smiling. With that look, I can be sure that his relationship with Ji Yu is not bad.

Ji Yu chuckled a few times, and instead of continuing the topic, he said: "You are too light, and you don't feel any real feeling on your back. I see that you like to eat the lion's head from Wanxianglou. From now on, ask them to give you a daily delivery." One dish. And the wild cat you often feed, I have asked Mother Fang to take it back to the house, wash it clean and tie the bell, what should I give it a name? How about calling it Azhi?"

There was a smile in his voice, and a hint of naughtiness.

I was silent for a moment, and said, "Why is it called Ah Zhi? Ye Sichen doesn't know Ah Zhi."

Ji Yu's steps paused, he understood the meaning of my words.

"Can't Ji Yu do these things?"

"Why does Ji Yu do these things?"

"He wants to know what it's like for you to be happy."

He answered very briefly, but I remained silent, and Ji Yu asked, "Are you unhappy?"

"Ji Yu, I'm an unfamiliar cat." I looked up from the side of his face and saw the dim lights under the bridge.

"You have a lot of cats, but you don't like cats, you just like the feeling of holding them in the palm of your hand, and you like them to be at your mercy. At this time, a cold and unfriendly cat comes, you are surprised and curious, So I want to know her emotions and control her with all my heart." Ji Yu's steps slowed down, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

"I believe you do this because you want to see me happy, sad, angry, but it's just because you think I'm a joke, a funny joke you don't understand."

When the voice fell, we got under the bridge, and I jumped off his back and stood on the flat ground under the bridge. He carried me through the bridge step by step. According to the legend, we should grow old together.

I smiled slightly, took his hand close to him, and said softly: "You hold my life in your hands, you are my owner, that's enough. I don't want anything else you can give. "

He looked down at me, his phoenix eyes were cold and deep.

When the servant caught up with us, he smiled and interlocked my fingers, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Madam is so straightforward."

"Ye Lang knows, I've always been like this."

"That's what I like about you."

He took my hand, and I walked side by side with him, walking along the long road back to Yefu where we hung red lanterns.

People like him and I should be born with mutual restraint, able to see through all the tricks of the other party, embarrassed because we are too clear-headed, and unable to get close because we are too similar. I once told Zichen that only the same kind would notice me, but I forgot that Ah Yao also noticed me in the same way back then.

Maybe it's because I was young and blind, or maybe it's fate, so we were the same kind at first.

The scene of Mo Lan arguing with the servants of the Changyibo Mansion was seen by many people, so the story of Song Changjun spread in Mu Yun. Everyone knew that the Changyi Bo Mansion shut down a noble from the first Qi Dynasty for some reason, and rumors abounded for a while.

In order to break the rumors and preserve Lu Shu's reputation, and to prove that he did not lock up Song Changjun, Chang Yibo loosened Song Changjun's control a lot. He is still free to come and go now, but there are not a few servants around him, all of them staring at him for fear that he will run away.

I saw Song Changjun again in the teahouse. He was leaning on the back of his chair with his hands folded, looking seriously at the storyteller on the stage.

—Looking serious, but actually in a daze.

He has been like this since he was young, so I don't know how much he has been scolded by Master Tai Shiling.

I walked to the seat next to him and sat down. He came back to see me and couldn't help laughing and poured me tea.

When we met last time, there were many outsiders present. This time it was much more convenient for the two of us to talk at the table. He whispered a lot of questions about my recent situation, and I answered them one by one. After hearing this, he felt relieved and said with a smile: "It's a good thing that your husband doesn't know your identity. You live in harmony like an ordinary person. Looking very happy."

Song Changjun is still the same, always speaking to me in the tone of an elder. He is indeed the closest person I have ever seen to the definition of a "gentleman", but he is not suitable for officialdom because he is too sincere. Among the old people of Qi State, meeting him is the best. As a historian, he is not addicted to the pain of destroying the country, nor will he drag me to cherish it.

The story of the storyteller Ji Yu on stage was coming to an end, I asked him, "Last time I saw you laughing at these absurd jokes, why did you come here to listen?"

Song Changjun looked at Mr. Storyteller, and said in a low voice: "It's really outrageous, but it can provide some ideas for research."

"Don't you know Ji Yu, you just ask him yourself."

"Hahahaha, I haven't seen him for a long, long time. But people like Ji Yu will definitely be included in historians' pen books. One day I will have to visit him and write his biography." Song Changjun said with emotion.

I lowered my eyes and took a sip of tea with a smile, but Song Changjun seemed to think of something and couldn't help laughing.

"The plots of these jokes are not bad, but the characters are too different. Whenever I hear people talk about Ji Yu, they always say that he is as gentle and polite as a gentleman since he was a child. I don't know what happened to him these years. But he was not like this before. Do you know what kind of person Ji Yu is at the age of thirteen or fourteen?"

I paused slightly with the hand holding the glass.

I don't know. In fact, I have had many opportunities to know along the way, but I don't want to know either.

What has this person been like before, what has happened since then, why does it matter to me? Ah Yao, whom I used to like, is dead, and it will never stick back together like broken porcelain. Since it is impossible to change back, how it broke doesn't make any sense to me.

Song Changjun didn't notice it, and said before I spoke: "At that time, he was really talented and rebellious. I always thought he would be a musician. You haven't heard Ji Yu's qin music, I dare say he is from all over the Kyushu. The best musician in a century."

The best musician in Kyushu for hundreds of years.

I was silent for a while, trying to say that I didn't want to listen, but when the words came to my lips, I just said: "Really?"

"Mr. Jiyu is the second son of the emperor of Zhou. Her Royal Highness gave birth to him at the age of 30. His elder brother is ten years older than him and his sister is seven years older. He has been doted on by his elder brother, elder sister and queen since he was a child. The emperor is very busy and even teaches him personally. Him. But Ji Yu was extremely rebellious, and refused to be taught by the emperor after the age of ten. He claimed that the first love in his life was the qin and the second was the sword. He went to other countries to collect scores, but no one could do anything about him.”

Song Changjun paused for a moment, and sighed with regret: "Zhou pays attention to etiquette, and Huang Zhong Dalu's music is the most dignified and upright, but Ji Yu's music is light and exciting, so it is incompatible. I accompanied the three His Highness went to Luoyi to accept the emperor's gift and live in the palace. The princes from all over the world said that Ji Yu's music was very weird and difficult to be elegant, but they all copied his music secretly and let their musicians play it secretly. Ji Yu's music Both have complicated fingerings and many techniques, and even experienced musicians are prone to make mistakes, let alone play out the charm. Only a genius like Ji Yu never makes mistakes, and plays like the sound of nature."

"Hahaha, speaking of it, at that time Ji Yu was ridiculed by the sons of other countries for being with musicians, and Ji Yu refuted them one by one until they had nothing to say and was so ashamed and indignant, that was really wanton and arrogant. Although I I knew he was eloquent, but I never thought that one day he would become a lobbyist. The lobbyist is also very good... It's just a pity that such music will never exist again."

I thought of Ah Yao playing the piano, and I fully understood the regret in Song Changjun's tone. He loved music so much that he should have become a musician.

Song Changjun talked about Ji Yu's story in bits and pieces, his qin and sword, his elder brother, sister and mother who doted on him, his brothers from the Gu family who were sympathetic to him, and his childhood sweetheart cousin Xin Ran. In Song Changjun's story, Ji Yu seems to be the happiest person in the world, with a noble status and responsibilities being shouldered by his brother, who is extremely talented in things he likes, and doesn't care about other people's opinions.

"I used to envy him very much." Song Changjun propped his chin and sighed.

"Aren't you envious now?"

"Now I can do what I want, but he gave up music. He can reluctantly give up the music of love as life, probably because he is tortured by greater pain."

Song Changjun talked about drinking with Ji Yu, and Ji Yu talked about many things when he was drunk. The planning behind Zhou Tianzi's seemingly well-intentioned actions, the mystery behind the seemingly logical events, and the struggles between the seemingly harmonious courtiers, all of them are analyzed one by one like a dog solving a cow. People can't believe it, but they have to believe it.

At that time, Ji Yu was only fourteen years old but lived so clearly that she could see through the use behind the warmth at a glance. Fortunately, at that time, his mother, elder brother, elder sister, Gu family brothers and Xin Ran all loved him sincerely, so he didn't need to be entangled with those darkness and could just sit on the sidelines.

"As the saying goes, Huiji will be hurt. I don't know what happened, but the only person he cares about is Gu Ling, who is still alive besides Xin Ran, who married far away in Weiguo."

The conversation between us came to a standstill for a while, and Song Changjun finally noticed my silence slowly. He turned his head and looked at me suspiciously, and asked, "Jiujiu, what's wrong with you?"

I looked into his eyes, smiled slightly when he was getting more and more uneasy, and said, "Brother Chang Jun, you are so gentle."

Song Changjun was really confused.

I waved to him, and he came closer to me, and I whispered in his ear: "According to what you said, this storyteller is really making up nonsense, but you didn't expose him, you are indeed too gentle."

Song Changjun was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. He covered his mouth with his sleeve and said don't let the storyteller hear him, laughing until he lost his eyes.

I looked at the angry eyes of Uncle Chang Yibo's servant not far away, and I also smiled and took a sip of tea. The first time I had to make a target myself, I was really not used to it.

It was the first time I heard someone say that Ji Yu was in pain, and I was not used to it.