That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Feng Qianyu was in high spirits and played a piece of music at random. The tinkling sound of the piano flowed under the night sky, like dewdrops condensed on a moonlit night, accompanied by the fragrance of vegetation. people's hearts.
Long Fuyue held her chin in her hands and listened to him playing attentively. Her thoughts gradually became a little erratic. A feeling similar to happiness quietly brewed in her heart, steaming, and seemed to overflow...
While I was intoxicated, I suddenly heard bursts of melody faintly coming from the depths of the garden. Feng Qianyu's piano sound paused, showing slight hesitation. After a while, the piano sound coming from the depths of the garden gradually intensified, and the same music was played. , and Feng Qianyu’s piano sound, the melody began to intertwine.
The tinkling sound of the piano slowly rose up to the clear sky, lingered for a while, and spread out. It seemed like the whisper of a lover...
Long Fuyue had already stayed there, listening to the two kinds of music singing in harmony, and she suddenly had a strange feeling in her heart. She felt like an unexpected third party, running into the wrong time and space...[
She glanced at Feng Qianyu and saw that his eyes were open and closed, as if he was completely immersed in the sound of the piano.
When the song ends, the lingering sound still lingers.
Feng Qianyu slowly opened her eyes: "Ya'er, is that you?"
A soft voice came from the depths of the flowers: "After listening to the prince's playing, Ya'er lost her emotions for a moment and disturbed the prince's elegance. Ya'er deserves to die."
Following the words, a woman walked out from the flowers with a guqin in her arms. She was wearing a light yellow skirt, and the embroidery was trimmed with gold and silver threads, making her look gorgeous and elegant. Her head was covered with blue silk buns. It was made into a lying bun with a jade hairpin inserted diagonally. The jade beads swayed with her steps. She had a beautiful face and a delicate body.
She bowed flutteringly to Feng Qianyu: "Your Majesty, Ya'er apologizes."
Feng Qianyu's long eyebrows raised slightly, half smiling: "It's just playing the piano, what's the crime? Come on, come on, sit down."
Ya'er's eyes lit up, as if there were waves flowing in her eyes: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
I found a seat and sat down.
Feng Qianyu smiled and said: "I happen to be a little tired from playing, so you came at the right time."