jdhmnovel Chapter 361 I'll risk my life to accompany you, my friend.
Chapter 361 I'll risk my life to accompany you, my friend.
“Yes, my mother is indeed a very gentle woman.” Xiao Han pondered for a moment, then asked cautiously, “Um… Chu Qing, I’ll take you to meet my mother sometime next time and introduce you two. I wonder if you…”
"Hmm?" Long Chuqing was a little confused at first, then smiled. "Okay!"
She didn't think much of it; after all, she had already met the emperor.
Xiao Han was initially a little apprehensive, but to his surprise, she readily agreed, and he was overjoyed.
He immediately started planning in his mind: first, he needed to inform his mother, and then arrange a time as soon as possible.
"Tell me about something else."
Long Chuqing's words pulled Xiao Han back from his wandering thoughts. "Okay."
No rush. Since Chu Qing has agreed, he needs to make proper arrangements.
Xiao Han pointed to the wall: "Those two trees by the wall are weeping crabapple trees, with pink flowers. The largest one in that corner is a double-petaled cherry blossom tree, with pink flowers, and the two next to it are pale red..."
"These flowerbeds are all planted with peonies, in all sorts of colors: white, red, yellow, pink..."
Long Chuqing replied, "Peony flowers are dignified and elegant; they must be very beautiful when they bloom in unison."
However, peonies are herbaceous plants, and their above-ground branches and leaves wither in winter, while their underground roots are dormant. Now they are all covered by snow, and there is no sign of life.
No blossoms appeared in the New Year, but in early February, the first grass sprouts were a surprise.
The white snow, impatient for spring's arrival, adorns the courtyard trees like drifting blossoms.
Long Chuqing suddenly became interested and even recited a poem by Han Yu called "Spring Snow".
Xiao Han looked at her with delight after hearing this, "How beautiful is the snow, which seems to dislike the lateness of spring, so it adorns the trees in the courtyard like flying blossoms."
He pondered for a while longer: "However, the whole poem seems to imply a regret for the late arrival of spring. But this poem does have some similarities to this situation."
"This poem is really well written. By the way, Chu Qing, didn't you say you couldn't write poetry?"
Long Chuqing smiled and explained, "I really can't write poetry. This poem was written by a poet named Han Yu and is called 'Spring Snow.' I just recited it from memory."
"Really! Where is this poet named Han Yu from? I've never heard of him before, nor have I ever heard of this poem, 'Spring Snow'?"
“Uh…” Long Chuqing blinked. “He, he’s from Mengzhou, but he’s not very famous yet. I just happened to hear local children reciting this poem when I was traveling around. I thought it was very good, so I memorized it.”
"Mengzhou! So this is how it is."
Xiao Han did not press the matter further.
There are countless outstanding people in the world, and the books he has read are only the tip of the iceberg, so it is not surprising that he does not know them.
He reached out and brushed the snowflakes that had fallen on Long Chuqing's shoulders and head. "Chuqing, are you cold?"
Long Chuqing shook her head, "It's alright, I'm dressed quite warmly today."
"Hey~" The phoenix on its head yawned: "What luck! I just woke up and I've already been fed a mouthful of dog food!"
"Out of sight, out of mind," Feng Yu said calmly. "Go hibernate."
Long Chuqing: "..."
These two...
"What nonsense are you two talking about! Besides, I don't recall you two having a need for hibernation?"
……
Got no response.
"No, it's really going into hibernation?"
"It's snowing today, so we can't go out. It's a rare moment of leisure." Xiao Han gazed into Long Chuqing's eyes: "Chuqing, I want to hear you play the zither."
Seeing that Fei Feng and Feng Yu were no longer paying attention to her, Long Chuqing pulled herself together and agreed without hesitation, "Alright! Then bring the zither over!"
Xiao Han originally intended to ask her to return to the warm pavilion to play the zither, or at least return to the study, but he had no intention of doing it in this freezing weather.
But Chu Qing said to bring the zither over?
Could it be that she wanted to play the piano in the snow?
After careful consideration, I decided to pair a snow scene with a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument).
Hmm, it seems... quite nice, it has a unique charm.
If Chu Qing is happy, then let her be!
Xiao Han turned around and called out to the corridor not far away, "Go to the study and bring me my guqin."
“Swish swish!!”
As soon as Xiao Han finished speaking, several figures darted out from the corner and ran quickly towards the study.
Qing Tong and the others were engrossed in watching from the corner when suddenly they were caught red-handed.
Long Chuqing watched the departing figures and thought to herself: Uh... she just said it casually, but she didn't expect Xiao Han to actually let them move the zither into the courtyard.
It's still snowing! Wouldn't it be too cold to play the piano sitting in the snow?
She looked at Xiao Han again and saw that his eyes were full of expectation.
Okay! Maybe Xiao Han likes this kind of atmosphere!
Well, it's rare that he's in such a good mood today.
It's cold, but I'll keep you company, even if it means risking my life.
Inside the study, Qingshan stared at Qingtong with questioning eyes: "Qingtong, did His Highness just say that he wanted to move the zither to the garden?"
Bronze nodded: "Yes, you heard me right, it's going to be moved outdoors."
Qingshan expressed his incomprehension: "Your Highness and Miss Long wouldn't be planning to play the zither outdoors, would they? It's snowing outside right now! How cold!"
After a moment's thought, Qing Tong replied, "Don't try to guess what your master is thinking. Just take it out and do as he says."
Qingshan pouted, "I'm just worried that Your Highness might get frostbite."
Qingzhou said worriedly, "It's so cold. Won't the strings freeze? If they freeze, they'll break when you play them. Wouldn't it be better to move them to the warm room?"
Qingying looked at Qingzhou: "You don't understand. A snow scene paired with melodious zither music creates a scene with artistic conception, atmosphere, elegance, and romance! Do you understand?"
Qingyang nodded in agreement: "Yes, I think those literati like to play the zither, paint, and write poetry in the snow and ice. It is said that they want that immersive feeling."
Qingsong listened without saying a word. He thought that although the scene was quite nice, it was also really cold.
Who cares! Anyway, Miss Long is a doctor herself, with excellent medical skills. She can treat her own cold and also treat the prince.
It's rare to find Your Highness in such a refined mood today.
Let them be!
Qingzhou scratched his head: Okay! He really doesn't quite understand.
A short while later, the group came out carrying their instruments, along with a table and chairs.
Qingsong came out carrying a zither and asked, "Your Highness, Miss Long, where should we put the zither? In the pavilion or outside?"
Xiao Han looked at Long Chuqing and asked for her opinion.
Long Chuqing: "...?"
Didn't he want to play outside? Why did he ask for her opinion?
"Then let's put it here!"
Xiao Han smiled slightly: As expected, Chu Qing wanted to play the zither in the snow.
Qing Tong and Qing Yang carried the table, Qing Ying and Qing Shan each carried a stool, and Qing Zhou thoughtfully brought out two cushions.
The group quickly arranged the items in the garden.
Long Chuqing sat down and plucked a string from the zither.
"clank--"
Two deep, resonant piano notes rang out.
Long Chuqing asked, "This zither needs tuning. Have you not played it in a long time?"
Xiao Han replied, "Yes, it's been a while since I've played it."