Forever, beauty bone

Chapter 12 Inter-chapter: Beauty Bones
She still remembers that it was a sunny day when she was apprenticed to the teacher.

In Qinghe Cui's generation, she was actually the only girl in the main branch of the family, and most of the rest died in infancy.And because the family's power was in full swing, she was handed over to the prince in her mother's womb.According to the comments of several nurses in childhood, if he was born a boy, he would have been exchanged for a girl, just to be able to enter the main palace.

Fortunately, it was a girl.

Unfortunately, the girl was born speechless.

That's why she worshiped King Xiao Nanchen as her teacher. This little prince who has an army of 70 and makes the empress dowager fear the most is also the prince's youngest uncle, but he is not the empress dowager's direct descendant.According to the mother, this move can give her a solid backer, and at the same time, she can use her master-student status to win over this uncle for the prince in the future.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Kill two birds with one stone.

She half-understood the stakes, but she was still full of longing when she thought of the arrogance of the master who waved his bare hand that day, and the three armies kneeled together.If she hadn't secretly met him that day, she would have thought that King Xiao Nanchen was a prince in his thirties, otherwise he would not have made great military exploits and made the royal family fearful.

In the eyes of everyone, Eleven performed the grand ceremony of apprenticeship neatly, took the teacup from the person around him, held it tightly with two small hands, and walked towards the young man sitting in the middle step by step.

The water swayed slightly in the cup, creating ripples layer by layer.

She didn't dare to be distracted with every step, until Zhou Shengchen respectfully raised the teacup above her head.

She thought that if it was the rest of the disciples, they should respectfully call out "Master, please use tea", but she had to be quiet, and the only thing she could do was to serve the tea steadily.Soon, one hand took the teacup in her hand, and the other held the cup, and took a sip: "Shi Yi, are you called Eleven at home?" Eleven raised his head, with bright eyes, looked at He nodded slightly.

"It just so happens that I already have ten apprentices, so I also call you eleven, okay?"

He did not call himself "Master", but "I".

Shi Yi was a little startled, and couldn't help but look at his mother in the distance.

After her mother nodded, she nodded slightly again.She thought, this is really a strange master and little prince.

Years later, when she thought of that day, she could still remember it clearly.He was dressed in a blue gown, and there seemed to be a smile in his brows, which dazzled people like a ray of warm sunshine on a cloudy day.Little Nanchen King, who became famous at a young age and made great achievements in battle, but treated every disciple and soldier kindly, has been her teacher since that day, and will not change throughout his life.

She is the future princess. Unlike ordinary seniors, she lives in a private courtyard in the palace, and also has a maid who serves alone.Because of this, in the first two years of entry, he was excluded.Because of her status, those people didn't dare to take any action, but they just treated her indifferently, like a passerby.She didn't care too much, it was also her status that allowed her to be favored by her master, often alone in the study room, and even allowed her to climb into the library in the forbidden area of ​​the palace.

Then, under Master's awareness and instructions, all senior brothers and sisters finally began to slowly accept her.She can't speak, but she always smiles. Everyone who smiles is warm and harmonious. Even though she looks plain, she is also lovable.

However, Master still only allowed her to go to the library.Some senior brothers couldn't bear it, and asked her with a pen and paper, what kind of treasure is there in the library, which can become a forbidden place in the palace?She often shakes her head, smiles without writing, and even her eyes flicker occasionally.

There are only three floors in the building, and the fragrance of pine and bamboo is permeating all the year round. When the lights are not lit, the light is very dim.The first time she went there, she also sneaked in secretly. When she first entered the palace, the enemy troops from neighboring countries invaded the border, and her master led the army. She didn't even have a second acquaintance.Therefore, in the library, there is an entire wall with poems written by her, all of which were recited by her mother since she was a child.

I don't really understand the meaning of the poems, but I can write them fluently.

When Zhou Shengchen came back, the two walls of the library had been filled with her writing.

The maid couldn't find her in the middle of the night, so she had to quietly ask Zhou Shengchen for help. Qinghe Cui's daughter disappeared in the middle of the night, if it was reported, the whole family would be humiliated.The maid had no choice but to be in control, so Zhou Shengchen searched the palace alone until he reached the top floor of the library, and saw the little girl who obediently served him tea when he was apprenticed to the teacher, and wrote Sima Xiangru's " Shanglin Fu".

Eloquent, without a single word deviation.

But I just got stuck on the sentence of love between men and women: long eyebrows are beautiful, and small eyes are contemptuous.

She was at a loss, clutching the brush tightly, and got off the bamboo chair.He didn't even dare to raise his head to look at the funny-looking Master in the moonlight. "Forgot the second half of the sentence?" Zhou Shengchen walked over, squatted down on one knee, and asked her warmly.

Eleven pursed her lips, a little unwillingly, but still nodded silently.

Master suddenly reached out and wiped the ink off her face.

The fingertips are a bit rough, not as soft as a mother's.But the same warmth and tenderness.

He laughed: "The second half of the sentence is: the color imparts to the soul, and the heart is on the side."

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Master with joy. When she wanted to turn around and climb up the bamboo chair again, she felt light and was hugged by him from behind: "Write, I will hold you." She nodded, a little scared, but also a little happy So much so that when these eight characters are written, they are quite different from other handwriting.

She wanted to write more, but the master had already put her down: "Go to sleep, and make up the rest when you finish your studies."

Therefore, there are poems that she has not finished writing in the library.

She even kept it a secret in her heart.

It was only when she got older that she understood the true meaning of this phrase.

Women are taught by color, and men are taught by soul.

Every time the master left the palace, she would quietly come to the library when the master left the palace, as short as half a month, as long as three months.Sometimes when the window is opened in the afternoon, there will always be wind blowing in, making it more impetuous in summer and colder in winter.Where there is wind, there is sound, whether it is the rustling sound of wind passing through several bookshelves, or the sound of turning over books.

At first she was short and would always stand on the bamboo chair, but as she grew taller, she no longer needed the bamboo chair.

Needless to say, Zhou Shengchen would always find her here, and then measure whether she had grown taller during the time she was away on a fixed pillar.When she saw him coming suddenly, she would always be very happy. She couldn't say anything, so she carefully hooked his little finger with her index finger, wobbled, and refused to let go.

"Eleven," when he talked to her, he always squatted down on one knee, very gentle, "You look the best when you smile, you have to smile often, okay?" She smiled, with the corners of her mouth raised.

Day, month, month, year after year.

She is not proficient in everything in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she prefers chess and painting.

The former can be used to spend time with the master in the library, while the latter can be used to describe the master's appearance when he is dealing with official duties.She didn't dare to paint blatantly, so she had to hide those eyes, that character, every frown and smile, the one who was asleep, the one who was tired, or the master who was furious because of the battle, all in the flowers, plants, mountains and waters.

Only she can see, only she understands.

She can't go out of the palace, so naturally she is not as broad-minded as her senior brothers and sisters.Every tenth day they share dinner together, and they can always hear the senior brothers who have gone out with the master, happily describing how he leads thousands of troops with swords and takes the lead.And how does the senior sister describe, in the rumors of the market, the reputation of the master.

"Eleven, do you think Master is pretty?"

She was startled, thought for a while, and then nodded lightly.

If the master is not good-looking, there is no one in this world who is unattractive.

"Have you ever heard of 'beauty bone'," the youngest senior sister said softly leaning on her shoulder, "beauty bone is rare in the world. Those who have bones have no skin, and those who have skin have no bones. And King Xiao Nanchen is the only person in this world who has both skin and bones, and the common people say that this is rarer than the emperor's bone."

The senior sister spoke softly, and even at the end, there were outrageous words.

"Xiao Nanchen Wang has thousands of retainers and 70 troops. He has made great military achievements. It should have been a long time ago to divide the territory and open up a clear world."

There was a twinkle in her eyes.

She knew that her senior sister drank too much, and she forgot that this senior sister who can't gossip is the Crown Princess.

A person who exists to be worthy of the royal family and to win over King Xiao Nanchen.

She was a little flustered when she heard it, and after dinner, she secretly went to the library again.Unexpectedly, the master didn't light the candle, and stood by the window, lost in thought.She looked at the master from a distance through the gap of the wooden bookshelf, and thought of what the senior sister said.Beauty bones, although these three words sound extremely beautiful, they are also a shackle.

Tired of watching, she sat down.Bewildered and fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn, but my master was nowhere to be seen, only my long gown was draped over my body.Her clothes were cold, and it had been a long time since she walked here. This was the first time that she fell asleep here, and the master didn't carry her downstairs.

Shi Yi's fingers gently slid a circle along the cuff of his shirt.

Just like that, his cheeks were already hot.Many years ago, she could only recite "Long eyebrows are juicy, look down and look down." It was him who taught her that "the color imparts the soul, and the heart is happy."

Now she is really the soul of the soul, and she is fascinated by love.

She wrote a pen late at night and wrote a letter, begging her mother to divorce.

When my mother wrote back, she didn't mention the divorce in a single word, but it was a rumor in the market.

There are rumors in the market that King Xiao Nanchen and the princess concubine are doing mediocre things, disregarding the status of master and apprentice, and disregarding the ethics of ethics; there are rumors in the market that King Xiao Nanchen intends to raise troops and change the surname of the world to stand on his own; The Prince Chen's Mansion joins hands, beauties all over the world, worshiping with both hands, just to divide the territory and split the land, and become a king from a prominent family.

"My son, be cautious in your words and deeds, Qinghe is in your hands."

She closed the letter, uncovered the glazed candle, and burned the letter.There were frequent imperial edicts to show favor in the palace, and His Royal Highness even came to the door in person to appease King Xiao Nanchen as the heir.Monarchs, ministers, and ministers are so disharmonious, as if telling the world, rumors are just rumors, the royal family, Nanchen Wang family, and Qinghe Cui family are as close as gold and solid, and cannot be shaken.

On her 17th birthday, she was ordered by her mother to leave Xiao Nanchen's mansion and Chang'an City where she had lived for ten years but had never seen the bustling commercial street.

That day was also a sunny day.

It was rare for the master to be idle in the mansion, leaning on the bamboo chair in the study. She remembered that when she walked in to say goodbye, there was sunlight coming in from the window, and mottled shadows fell on him. In the half-light and half-darkness, his eyes were as clear as water, look up.

Watching her quietly.

Eleven Gong performed the big salute when he was a teacher, knelt down on both knees, and put his head on the bluestone slab.A teacher for one day, and a father for life, she is saying goodbye to his ten years of nurturing and teaching.

"The empress dowager has a decree, let me accept you as a righteous daughter, eleven, are you willing?"

She stood up, shaking her head slightly.

The obeisance just now has ended the kindness between master and apprentice, she doesn't want to step out of the palace, and she still has such a bond with him.

He smiled slightly: "Then the king will resist the decree once."

Eleven walked up to him and half knelt down beside the bamboo chair.If you look carefully, you can see the faint tiredness between his brows.She couldn't help reaching out her hand, wanting to touch his face.

Only this time, after this time, she left, left Chang'an, and returned to the Qinghe Cui family.

He noticed it, and raised his eyes slightly to look at her.She was frightened and didn't know whether to withdraw her hand or touch his face calmly.After a short period of silence, he moved forward gently, and in cooperation, touched her hand.

Her fingers trembled a little, but they still stubbornly slid from his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose.

Every inch is felt slowly.

beauty bone.

She thought, what is so special about this bone that even the royal family would be afraid of it.It can be recited by people all over the world.

Color imparts soul.It's about women being taught by sex, men by their soul, how can an ordinary appearance like her bear the burden of "sex teaching"... She quietly withdrew her hand.But he suddenly smiled and asked her: "I've been in Chang'an for ten years, and Eleven haven't seen the real Chang'an City yet?" Eleven nodded, thought about it, and couldn't help but smile regretfully.

"I'll take you to see it."

She froze for a moment, thinking of her mother's letter, she shook her head hesitantly.It wasn't until he ordered someone to fetch the black veil of the hood to cover her entire face, only showing her eyes, that he finally took her out of the palace.The sun was shining brightly and the streets were noisy. He shared a ride with her and told her the names of each place and the differences of each place in a warm voice.

He whipped his whip everywhere, which should have been a battlefield for life and death.

But that day, there were only pavilions, towers, pavilions, restaurants and streets in Chang'an City.He didn't wear royal robes, she covered her face, he was no longer her master, and she was no longer his disciple.Looking from a distance, what was immediately there was only a woman with clear eyebrows and a handsome man holding her in his arms.

This is Chang'an City where she lived for ten years.

The day she left the palace was also the time when he led the army to defend against the enemy again.After ten years of fighting, the frontiers have been cleared, and the neighboring countries are even more frightened. This battle is just a warning to the four sides, and there is no danger of death.

She thought so.

Ten days later, she arrived at Cui's ancestral home in Qinghe, where she was personally taught by the crown prince's nanny to learn the wedding etiquette.The nanny seemed to have heard all kinds of things wrong with her, she spoke harshly and made things difficult for her everywhere.She didn't say a word, just wrote down every important point, omitting the words and sarcasm.

Until the frontier is in a hurry.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince went out in person to help King Xiao Nanchen, and she realized that something was wrong.

King Xiao Nanchen has never been defeated since he was 16 years old. The point of the long sword is full of blood, and he will return to the court with a great victory.A prince who has been raised in the palace all year round, how can he dare to lead troops to reinforce him.

She has nowhere to ask, only her father, brother and royal family are around.

She remembered that during those ten years in the palace, Zhou Shengchen would personally carry her back to the room when she was asleep, lest she catch cold and get sick.If there is a slight wind and cold, he will drink hot tea made from perilla leaves in his room.On the contrary, after returning home, on a snowy day, you have to step on the cold floor barefoot to learn how to climb up and serve the king.

Half a month later, my mother came to look for her and watched her practice sitting posture repeatedly.

After a long while, the mother finally quietly handed over a piece of paper.

The handwriting is scant and written in a hurry, but it is so familiar that it makes people feel uncomfortable:

In this life, Chen will live up to the world, but only eleven.

Standing barefoot on the bluestone ground, she listened to her mother's words and sentences, telling her how King Xiao Nanchen rebelled on the night of three days ago, hijacked the crown prince, and tried to become emperor in vain. He was on the brink of failure, and ended up with the crime of evisceration.

Why Eviscerate?Because of his beautiful bones, he is famous outside.

The prince wants to pick off his beautiful bones in front of the people of the world, and punish him with a big punishment.

The mother's eyes flickered, and she opened her eyes, looking directly at her mother.

He opened his mouth but couldn't ask, couldn't speak.

In this life, I have a tongue, but I can't speak.Even how he left this note, I can't ask.

Who lost whom?
Eleven held the note, trembling uncontrollably, she remembered that she had touched his brows and eyes with her own hands before leaving that day, not wanting to forget anything about him.But now, goodbye, but it is a last word.

He lived up to the world and told her clearly that he was framed.

His father and brother harmed him, and the royal family harmed him.

And how could she stay out of it.

At this time, it is advisable to fold the paper and put it in the inner chest of the skirt.Continue in silence and practice how to sit over and over again.

Eleven, in your life, have you ever wanted to go home with someone?
She already has the answer.

Zhou Shengchen, King Xiao Nanchen.He has been killing and killing all his life, and he is utterly loyal, but in his prime, he was burdened by fame and gradually developed a desire for rebellion.Fortunately, the Cui family of Qinghe saw through the treachery, the king was captured, the prince hated him to the bone, and gave him the punishment of evisceration.

The punishment lasted for three full hours, but there was not a single cry, and he refused to die without regret.

King Xiao Nanchen has no wife and no children in his life, but there are many secret affairs with the crown prince's concubine.On the fourth day after the death of King Xiao Nanchen, the crown prince's concubine died.There are rumors that she hanged herself from a ten-foot-high building in the palace, and there are also rumors that she jumped off the city wall of Chang'an. There are different opinions and no conclusion is reached.Only the entire "Shanglin Fu" handwritten by the concubine of the prince in the library of the Wangfu is the evidence, and it has been handed down to later generations, and it has gradually become a good story.

The magnificence of his life is expressed in a few words, buried deep in the world.

This life has passed 26 years.

Shi Yi leaned against the window, looking at the street signs that just passed by outside the car window, he couldn't help but lament the good weather, the blue sky without a cloud, which made people feel better.The taxi went smoothly all the way, and after she got out of the car, the formalities were also smooth, but unexpectedly, she walked back and forth twice inside the security check door, and the alarm sounded loudly.

The most disturbing thing was that the siren next door kept ringing. I don't know which unlucky ghost encountered the unreasonable security gate just like her. "Miss, please take off your shoes, we need to check again." She nodded, sat down on one side of the seat, lowered her head to take off her shoes, and saw the back of the man next door.

Tall, with a straight back.When she saw him, he was picking up his laptop.

On the other side of the security gate, there is a long queue like a dragon.

But on this side, only the two of them were being checked.

"Mr. Zhou Shengchen?" The man at the security checkpoint picked up his lost passport, "You forgot your passport."

"Thank you." He turned around.

He noticed her gaze and looked up.

That moment of staring at each other suppressed all the turmoil and noise around them.Everything has nothing to do with her anymore, Shi Yi looked at him deeply, unable to look away.She wanted to laugh and cry, but she couldn't speak, not even a word.

You are here after all.

Zhou Shengchen, you are still here after all.

(End of this chapter)