Chapter 1201 Rolling up the Sky Sacrifice

Fu Junlan and the maid waiting outside subconsciously ran into the house to see what was going on.

The female monk who broke in did not notice anything unusual in the house. She quickly sat down by the couch, felt Shang Shuqing's pulse, cast a spell to detect it, and then asked curiously: "Did the princess have a nightmare?"

Shang Shuqing nodded, "I'm fine." She looked up and saw that Fu Junlan had also come in. She was stunned for a moment. This was her boudoir. She subconsciously looked at her exposed feet, and a section of her calf was also exposed under her trousers. Startled, he quickly retracted his feet into the quilt and said awkwardly: "Master Fu is here."

Fu Junlan's eyes also caught sight of a pair of crystal-clear bare feet, which were very beautiful. However, the other person's hiding movements made him suddenly realize that something was wrong. This was a woman's boudoir. He quickly turned around and turned his back and said, "I just heard a scream. , I accidentally broke in in a hurry, it's a rude thing for me, Princess, don't blame me." After saying that, he ran out as if he was running away, his face turned red.

When guests came, Shang Shuqing could no longer stay on the couch, so she quickly summoned someone to wash and change clothes.

After everything was settled, Shang Shuqing went out. Looking at the rising sun, she knew that she was drunk last night and went to bed late. This was not something a serious woman would do, so she was a little embarrassed.

The servant asked for a meal, but she refused. Firstly, she had no appetite, and secondly, she was embarrassed to keep Fu Junlan waiting any longer.

He walked straight to the pavilion, met Fu Junlan, and asked, "Is there something wrong, sir?"

In fact, she had hinted to the other party in her words yesterday that she wanted to have some peace and quiet, but she did not expect that the other party came on her own initiative without making an agreement.

What can Fu Junlan say? It can't be said that Feng Ruonan ordered him to come, right? He made an excuse: "When I went back last night, I met General Wang and his son, and he mentioned the princess's promise to calligraphy and painting. I wonder if the princess still remembers it?"

Shang Shuqing was stunned. This was indeed the case, but he did not agree to a specific time. Why was he so anxious?

But since Fu Junlan had already come to run errands for Prince Wang, it was inconvenient for Fu Junlan to return empty-handed, for fear that Fu Junlan would lose face with Prince Wang. After a moment of silence, Shang Shuqing nodded and said, "Master Fu, please come with me."

The two of them went straight to the study, and without any help, Shang Shuqing personally laid out drawing papers on the clean desk.

Fu Junlan was on hand to do the ink grinding, but she was quite looking forward to it because she knew that this woman's pen skills were extraordinary.

In fact, the prince didn't push him. He was firstly looking for an excuse to meet, and secondly, he was here to enlighten the other party.

He didn't know exactly what happened, couldn't find the direction, and didn't know where to start to enlighten him. This was the only way he could interact with a talented woman. Working hard on calligraphy and painting would naturally divert his mind. After the painting was completed, he would comment and talk about it. , changing his mood.

However, after Shang Shuqing took up the pen, she felt a little confused, her eyes were empty, her heart was empty, she had nothing in her heart, and she didn't know what to draw.

Where could her mind go now? Her confusion gradually turned into sadness. She slowly put pen to the bottom of the drawing paper, and a wisp of slender seedlings appeared with the light and heavy brush strokes. After a few strokes, a lifelike plant emerged.

Fu Junlan looked sideways and saw that it was a grass, and then there was another grass under the pen.

As he continued to draw, Fu Junlan realized that something was wrong. Shang Shuqing's brush strokes became faster and faster, and the gradually expanding grassland lost its elegance and gradually turned into a barren grassland. The thicker parts of the brushwork were close and the lighter parts were far away. A desolate grassland spread far away.

There is a large blank space in the sky above the grassland. Dots of pen and ink fall on the top of the drawing paper. The pen is rubbed and spread, and then rises and falls to embellish it. One by one, flying birds appear, gradually flying away.

The birds are no longer alive, because the jackdaws have returned, and compared with the desolate grassland below, it gives people a sense of endless sadness.

I also saw Shang Shuqing dipping the pen in ink and then placing it on the paper. Lines of slightly scrawled handwriting appeared in the large white space of the scroll. The handwriting ran quickly, and dragons and phoenixes danced out.

Fu Junlan stared at her blankly, and saw that her face was full of sadness, and she seemed to have endless grief and anger. After finishing her work in one breath, she slowly put away her pen and stood quietly as if she was lost.

Fu Junlan's Adam's apple twitched and she swallowed dryly, realizing that she seemed to have found the wrong way to enlighten her.

Then he lowered his head to look at the scrawled writing on the paper, and slowly read out after identifying it: "Withered grass rustled and the wind blew, and a piece of loess wasted. Thousands of pieces of yellow paper were fluttering in pieces, flying away in disorder, rolled up in the sky for sacrifice! Who swallowed, a cup of wine Sacrifice, drunken eyes and tears, gradually blurred, Jianghu..." He paused and looked at the people beside him.

Shang Shuqing murmured to herself, and then added the last sentence, "The world is full of dreams..."

There was silence in the study. Fu Junlan stared at her for a long time. Finally, he reached out and picked up the calligraphy and painting that was still wet on the table, and took a closer look.

There is endless desolation in the scroll, and the addition of those few lines of endless desolation makes the whole painting infinitely sad and heartbreaking.

But he had to admit that this was a good painting with both words and painting. The artistic conception in the painting was undeniable, but it was too sad. Would you give this to Prince Wang? Prince Wang will probably be in a mood after receiving it and reading it. Can this be given away?

In fact, at the beginning, it was not his intention to participate in the garden tour in order to become the palace's spouse. His personal conditions are not bad, and he has no worries about finding a beautiful woman. Who doesn't know that the princess in the palace is ugly? Who among the rich and well-off young masters would want to marry such an ugly girl?

But he had no choice but to accept it due to pressure from his family.

However, with subsequent contact, I became more and more aware of what kind of person this woman was. She was gentle, kind-hearted, and kind-hearted. There was no trace of the pretense of a princess in her body. She was a woman who always considered others. .

And under that ugly appearance, there is a hidden talent unknown to outsiders. He is proficient in playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, just like the calligraphy and painting in front of him, he can do it with ease.

He was reluctant at first, but later he was really willing. As the saying goes, people cannot be judged by their appearance. Now it is known that he was really impressed by Shang Shuqing's talent and felt that he had found a treasure.

But now, after seeing this calligraphy and painting, what I had secretly speculated about before seems to have been clarified in the calligraphy and painting.

"Roll up the sky for sacrifice...Roll up the sky for sacrifice..." Fu Junlan, who was holding the calligraphy and painting, murmured in her mouth, repeating this sentence repeatedly, thinking of the scene during yesterday's worship. A gust of wind came, and the paper flew all over the sky, stirring it up with the calligraphy and painting. This phrase is so appropriate.

But what a sad heart it must be to be able to write this sentence. The scrawled burial seemed peaceful and uneventful. Even the name of the deceased was not written on the tombstone, and the woman did not shed a tear. But in this woman The hidden sadness in my heart makes me want to move the whole sky to pay my respects!

But there is nothing that can be done, who can swallow it, drink wine as a sacrifice, and cry drunkenly, only in dreams.

"Princess!" Fu Junlan sighed softly.

In a daze, Shang Shuqing suddenly came back to her senses when she heard the sound. She realized that she had been distracted. She didn't even know that the scroll had been taken away, and she didn't know how long she had been in a daze. She was a little flustered, put down her pen and apologized: "I lost my temper for a moment. Make the young master laugh."

Fu Junlan forced a smile, shook her head, and tried to ask, "Princess, is the buried Peach Blossom Fairy the Taoist Master? He...he is dead?"

One sentence, just one sentence, seemed to penetrate everything. Shang Shuqing burst into tears for no reason.

She had been holding back from crying before, and she suddenly burst into tears. She covered her mouth with both hands and shook her head feebly. As if she didn't want others to see her, she squatted down regardless of her manners. There was a muffled whimper under the table, a heartbreaking whimper, completely out of control.

Fu Junlan was confused by her troubles and quickly put the calligraphy and painting on the table and reached out to help her.

Shang Shuqing shook her head, unable to refuse. Afraid of being seen by others, she covered her mouth and sobbed, "I was the one who harmed him. I shouldn't have asked him to come out. I shouldn't have pestered him to work so hard for my brothers and sisters." , I killed him, so that even his body could not be found. He must have been in pain before he died. How desperate he must have been. Was there anyone who saved him at that time? Maybe there was no one around who could help him. nothing……"

Fu Junlan didn't know what she said. She was sobbing and covering her mouth, so she couldn't hear clearly.

But he just pretended that he was listening, and squatted in front of her, waiting, with a somewhat melancholy look on his face.

After a long time, Shang Shuqing, who finally vented her anger, let go of her mouth, raised her sleeves to wipe away her tears, and apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Mr. Fu, I...I..." She stood up, as if she had realized something. , I was also a little confused and didn’t know how to explain it.

Fu Junlan also stood up, smiled and shook her head: "It doesn't matter, the death of an old friend is indeed a sad thing. I have also experienced the death of a relative in my family."

With his comfort and Shang Shuqing's good self-control, her mood quickly stabilized.

After she wiped away the tears on her face, Fu Junlan tried to ask: "Does the princess love the Taoist master?"

Shang Shuqing suddenly panicked again, waved her hand and said: "Master Fu, the relationship between me and Master Tao is completely innocent. It is definitely not what you think."

Fu Junlan smiled. He seemed to be calm now, and he looked much more natural. He reassured, "Don't worry, Princess. I believe that Princess is innocent, and I don't mean what Princess thinks. I'm just curious. With the princess’ talent, not just anyone can catch your eye, but the man who can be treated with such sincerity by the princess must be amazing, right?”

Shang Shuqing was silent, not knowing how to answer.

Fu Junlan asked: "Handsome? Suave? Or is it because the Taoist master's power is beyond the reach of ordinary men like me?"

At this point, there seems to be no need to hide anything anymore. Since he asked, Shang Shuqing will not hide it from him, "I don't know how to describe him to the young master. I want to ask the young master, will the young master die for me?" ?”

Fu Junlan paused for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "I don't dare to lie to the princess. Under the current circumstances, maybe I will, maybe I won't. If I am lucky enough to be with the princess, Fu believes that I still have the responsibility."

Shang Shuqing: "He will! In fact, I don't have any transcendent friendship with him. At most, I can only be regarded as a friend of his. In the Battle of Jiaohu, the Yan and Zhao armies faced off, and the Zhao State made a surprise move and kidnapped me. It was used to threaten the Yan army to withdraw its troops. How could the two countries be defeated because of me? Even my brother wanted to give up on me. It was Master Dao. Master Dao knew that it was very dangerous, but he still took the risk to save me. I was saved, but I was alone. However, the Taoist master was seriously injured in the chase. He was already dying when he was found. If the rescue had not been timely and just a little later, the Taoist would have died in Jiaohu for Qing'er! There were thousands of troops and no one left. Save me, he is the only one willing to sacrifice his life for Qing'er!"

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