第十七章承欢的前戏(1/7)

音韵院内，琴声幽怨而低沉。
                                                                                                                                                                “成了。”坐在洛神师面前的，是国师。月光下的两人，一个幽魅，一个淡雅。两个字如石落水平面般，猛地击起了涟漪，“崩”地一声，琴弦断了。
                                                                                                                                                                洛神师怔然地看着被琴弦弹伤而渗出血的纤秀长指，似乎忘了破伤的疼痛。
                                                                                                                                                                “仅一面之缘，你竟陷得如此之深。”国师声若竹林风般幽然。
                                                                                                                                                                “一面之缘？”洛神师好看的唇角泛起了嘲讽的笑，“我与她，只有一面之缘，却有刻骨的温柔相视，十分的心心相知。可笑的是你啊，国师。圣母汤啊，呵呵与人家精血相承，情欲相连，这辈子，可感受其欢，却不得其愉悦。”
                                                                                                                                                                “这是我的使命，也是我存在的意义。”国师微怔，长指抚摸着自己的唇，仿佛还残留着湿润。下一秋季，他置手于膝上，淡淡地仰望着月圆之空，一股月华顿时流泄在他身上，荡起层层光华。
                                                                                                                                                                洛神师见状微微讶异，如此变化，他却是惊天而不变。
                                                                                                                                                                “灵之血脉，国之传承，家之温存？孰轻孰重？”洛神师满心的叹息与疑问。
                                                                                                                                                                “此时此刻，此生此命，已不容他想，唯有顺着命脉走下去。”国师依然是淡如薄云的口气，心底刚升起的无限柔情马上被他压了下去，他低声像是自言自语，“她的命盘，我永远无法算出来。以前是一个变数，现在是个未知数，天数已变，是福是祸，我怕……”
                                                                                                                                                                “怕什么？此刻她与王，一定是花

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