The Ice Bone Harp is made of thousand-year-old ice from the Far North. It will not melt even under the scorching sun in the hot summer. It is covered with ice silk as strings. Every time it is plucked, it will bring up the ice mist below. It is said that people who listen to the harp will be covered with a layer of frost or retreat step by step in such cold air.
Xuan Tianming told Feng Yuheng: "Seventh Brother got the Ice Bone Harp five years ago. The thousand-year-old ice in the harp bone is not of the thousand-year-old level, but the ice essence in the center of the small Arctic Circle. There is only one such piece in the world, and it was obtained by Seventh Brother." While speaking, he looked at Xuan Tianhua and shrugged and smiled, "Although he still refuses to tell us how he got that piece of ice."
Feng Yuheng became interested and begged Xuan Tianhua to tell him the origin of the ice, but Xuan Tianhua just shook his head and said, "It's a difficult origin, so let's not talk about it."
Xuan Tianming had already guessed this result, and he did not seem disappointed. He continued, "Since the zither was retrieved, Seventh Brother has only played it once in public. That time, the frost on the heads and faces of all the people who listened to the zither was stirred up by the sound of the zither. After the music stopped, the palace servants had to bring basins for warming themselves up so that they could warm themselves up again."
Feng Yuheng was shocked when he heard this. "That's not a zither, it's clearly a weapon. It's said that the ancients killed the enemy with music, but I wonder if Seventh Brother has such a skill?"
Xuan Tianhua only smiled faintly and did not respond. However, she saw a kind of recognition in such a smile, and her admiration and curiosity for Xuan Tianhua increased a little more.
As they were talking, a servant was carrying a long wooden box into the garden. Feng Yuheng noticed that it was not an ordinary servant, but a master guard of Prince Chun's mansion. But even such a master was still trembling when he was carrying the wooden box that was already covered with a layer of frost.
It's not that I can't lift it, it's just too cold. Although the coldness of the Ice Bone Harp won't spread when the strings aren't being plucked, it's normal for a small area to be covered with frost. If a wooden box is frozen into ice, the person carrying it is like carrying a block of ice, so you can imagine how difficult it is.
Finally, the wooden box was placed on the stone table. Xuan Tianming took the initiative to pour the wine. Feng Yuheng leaned forward and put her cheek close to the wooden box. A strong icy air immediately hit her face, making her shiver.
"Be careful." Xuan Tianhua warned, "This ice spirit is cold, and if you are caught off guard, you will fall into its trap."
Feng Yuheng didn't feel too cold, she even reached out her hand and touched the box, and felt the coolness flow through her fingertips into her body, which was very comfortable. "It's great." She said, "It's very comfortable."
The two of them looked surprised, and Xuan Tianhua said: "Besides me, you are the first person who can say that the coldness of the Ice Bone Harp is comfortable."
"Really?" Feng Yuheng was pleased, and then looked at Xuan Tianming, his eyes full of provocation.
Xuan Tianming smiled bitterly, "This girl is so ungrateful after getting the upper hand, she never knows what humility is." As he spoke, he walked forward and pulled the little girl back a few steps, and simply sat cross-legged on the ground.
Xuan Tianhua also used his inner strength to cut through the frost on the outside of the wooden box, opened the box, and took out a white and green ice bone harp. He also did not sit at the table, but held the harp and sat on the ground, placing the harp on his knees, looking at the two of them, only smiled faintly, and put his hands on the strings of the harp. A crisp sound was played, and the garden immediately became chilly.
Xuan Tianming glanced at Feng Yuheng with some concern, as if to ask if she could bear it. But the girl stared at the zither with her eyes fixed on it. Not only did she not feel uncomfortable, she even moved forward, stretched out her arms, took a deep breath, and said without hiding anything: "It's so cool and comfortable."
The two princes laughed loudly, and both sighed that Ah Heng was a remarkable woman, even more remarkable than this Ice Bone Harp.
Feng Yuheng, who had no knowledge of ancient music, could not tell what song Xuan Tianhua was playing, but the melody was the same, so she could still tell whether it sounded good or not. Xuan Tianhua was the best zither player in the world, and she had heard him before, but she didn't know that the Bingguzi would be even better than the other.
The Ice Bone Harp lived up to its reputation. Even Xuan Tianming and Feng Yuheng had their hair covered in frost and white after a song, and even their eyelashes were crystal clear. But it did not hinder their activities, nor did they feel the cold air entering their bodies and causing them to lose strength. Instead, the autumn sycamore trees on the ground gradually turned white, and the transition from autumn to winter brought about a very strange change of seasons.
Xuan Tianhua played the piano, while Xuan Tianming and Feng Yuheng drank. Gradually, Feng Yuheng got drunk, and he ignored Xuan Tianhua's melody and started singing. The two princes heard the song with strange words and sounds, which were unheard of, but when Feng Yuheng sang it, it was so ethereal that it seemed like something that should not exist in this world, and it was impossible to grasp or touch it. Even a master of piano like Xuan Tianhua had to try twice before he could barely keep up with her melody and sing along with it, but unknowingly, they combined to create the most beautiful sound that is unique in the world -
“When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky. I wonder what year it is in the palace in heaven…” When they sang “May we live long and share the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands miles apart”, the little girl’s movements became quieter and quieter. Xuan Tianming tilted his head and took a look. Well, this girl was drunk and was about to fall asleep.
Xuan Tianhua seemed to want to cheer her up, so he asked, "What is this word? It sounds really nice."
Feng Yuheng was not confused, and said to them with a smile: "My Persian master taught me! I am the only one who knows it." After saying that, he tilted his head and fell asleep.
The music of the zither stopped, and Xuan Tianming hugged the little person in his arms, but heard Xuan Tianhua say: "The words of her Persian master will cause trouble sooner or later. I have been to Persia, where is there such a miraculous doctor?"
Xuan Tianming also sighed and said, "I have also thought about this matter, but there is no better solution at the moment. She has never said what happened to her. Although you and I know that she is very different from ordinary people, we can only try our best to conceal it."
"I'm afraid that in the end, someone with ulterior motives will take advantage of me." Xuan Tianhua looked worried, but there was nothing he could do. He could only look at the drunken little guy with a bitter smile and said sincerely, "I just hope that everything is going well for you."
That night, the two of them stayed at Prince Chun's mansion. When Xuan Tianming carried the person back to the couch in the room, he heard the delicate and soft little person in his arms wake up dazedly and said, "I heard everything you said, thank you." Then his eyes sank and he fell asleep again.
He really wanted to wake her up and talk to her for a while, but the girl was the most drunkard and it would take her a while to wake up. He couldn't fall asleep, so he just put her to bed and went for a walk in the yard.
When they strolled into the small bamboo forest of the palace, they discovered that Xuan Tianhua was there too. The green bamboos reflected the bright moonlight, which in turn illuminated a figure in white clothes under the bamboos. Even Xuan Tianming had to admit that this scene was no different from a fairyland.
The man in the forest saw him coming and said with a smile, "It's been a while since I last stretched my muscles. Ming'er, come and practice a few moves with Brother Qi."
Xuan Tianming was of course happy to do so. He immediately drew out the soft sword in front of his face and faced it against the folding fan in Xuan Tianhua's hand, and then he moved up and down in the bamboo forest.
Xuan Tianhua was best at music, he never fought with anyone, but no one doubted that he didn't know kung fu, nor did anyone doubt that his martial arts were inferior. On the contrary, he was worshipped as a god by the people of the world, and there was a spiritual belief in people's hearts that the seventh prince Xuan Tianhua was right in everything he did, and everything he did was the behavior of a god. The gods said they knew martial arts, although they never used them, but how could it be false?
The person who knows Xuan Tianhua best in the world is no one else except the Ninth Prince Xuan Tianming.
When masters fight, sometimes it is not the moves, but the Qi. The soft sword cannot match the folding fan. What they can fight is only the sword Qi and the fan Qi. One in purple robe is like a god of war, and the other in white is like a banished immortal. With one swing and one move, even the moonlight in the sky loses its original color.
Finally, the fight ended and the two were tied. Xuan Tianming sighed: "Who in the world could have known that the Seventh Prince Xuan Tianhua would have such skills."
Xuan Tianhua also replied: "Who in the world would know that His Highness the Ninth Prince Xuan Tianming is not inferior to me in skills."
The two of them laughed loudly, gradually moved closer and stood together.
"Seventh brother, did you have any adventures during your trip to the Eastern Boundary?" Xuan Tianming asked him, leaning against the bamboo.
Xuan Tianhua smiled bitterly, "I had quite a few adventures. First, my mother suddenly crawled out from under the seat of my carriage, and then Zirui and that little girl suddenly appeared in Fuzhou. Do you think this counts as an adventure?"
Xuan Tianming shook his head, "You know that's not what I'm asking."
There was a moment of silence between the two of them, and finally Xuan Tianming spoke again, "Except for her, Seventh Brother, I can give you everything in this world."
The person opposite frowned, but said: "Ming'er, except for her, I can ask you for everything in this world. Only she can't be asked." As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a breath of exiled immortal lingered in the forest, "You know me, worldly affairs are hard to tie me down, Seventh Brother, tell the truth tonight, even Ah Heng can't break this balance. And I, so you, her, even my father and mother, I have nothing else to ask for. I spent the first half of my life helping you guard the country, and when it is stable, I will leave. The world is so big, I will never live in one place, this is my fate."
Xuan Tianming naturally understood what he heard, and naturally understood what Xuan Tianhua wanted. This person should never be viewed with a secular perspective. What he thought in his heart was far beyond the realm of others. Even Xuan Tianming could not see clearly sometimes.
"Go back to sleep." Xuan Tianhua took the initiative to chase him away, "Seventh Brother, stay alone for a while."
The purple-robed God of War nodded and left, leaving only the white-robed exiled immortal alone in the forest, just like when he had not come. One person, one forest, one moon. It was unclear whether it was the moon shining on the bamboo forest or the human heart facing the moon. They almost merged into one, yet they were clearly independent.
Xuan Tianhua is destined to be the only existence in this world.
Near noon the next day, someone finally woke up from his hangover. He felt a splitting headache and couldn't help but let out a howl.
She drank till she was done, and habitually called out to Huang Quan for water to drink. She reached to the side with her hand, but it was a person she reached for.
Touch, eyes, nose, mouth. Smell again, hmm, it's a familiar smell. So he boldly ordered: "Xiao Mingzi, go and hand this princess a bowl of tea——"
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