The eyes contained in those blue eyes were an indescribable feeling.
Sadness...helpless...nostalgia...it seems to be many, many, and cannot be described in words.
Bai Weiwei was very strange. When she looked again, she found that the National Master was seriously lowering his eyes and stretching out his green jade fingers to test the strings, and the guqin made a ding-dong sound.
It seemed that the glance just now was just her own hallucination.
But Bai Weiwei clearly saw from the look she had just seen that the blue-eyed master was unhappy when she saw that she was because she saw the deep sorrow there.
Her heart suddenly thumped, why was she so sad?
How many people want to stay forever in their youth? They have all the famous all over the world. What else can they worry about?
She didn't know why she couldn't avoid such blue eyes, and couldn't help staring at him again and again, as if a thousand-year-old lake water was suddenly sucked into his eyes.
One glance at it for thousands of years...
Such words suddenly popped up in Bai Weiwei's mind.
He helped Mo Ling sit down Anran, Mo Ling's face was a little bad and his expression was gloomy.
Emperor Mo Xiang glanced at him sideways and said, "Second, today the National Master plays the piano to cheer up Princess Qin Lan. Listen carefully. In the future, if the National Master is not here, you can play it for Princess Qin Lan!"
"Yes!" Mo Ling frowned.
Emperor Mo Xiang nodded with satisfaction, then turned to talk to other ministers.
Mo Ling rubbed his eyebrows, and after a while, he picked up a full glass of wine and drank it.
Then he poured himself a glass and continued to drink it. Bai Weiwei quietly pressed his shoulder and said softly: "If you don't drink, you will be drunk. Be careful, don't get drunk!"
There was no one next to him, Bai Weiwei lowered her voice again, everyone's attention was on the national teacher and Princess Qin Lan, and no one paid attention to them.
The national master had already adjusted the piano, and Princess Qin Lan walked down slowly and blessed her with blessings towards the two emperors.
The national master sat beside Mo Xiang, raised his finger and zipped the strings, and plucked them a few times. He made a crisp sound, slowly rising like flowing water from a small bridge.
At this time, Princess Qin Lan began to slowly raise her arms and twist her soft waist to dance gracefully with the rhythm of the music.
Princess Qin Lan has a frown, her eyes are slim, and her face is white and slender waist. At this time, she wears a peach dance dress, which makes her dance posture look even more graceful and beautiful.
As the beautiful sound of the ding dong dong became faster and faster, she danced faster and faster.
But no matter how she jumped, the afterglow of her eyes was looking at the man in red robe playing the piano above.
He had a silver mask on his face, and his expression could not be seen, but he could feel that he must be faint and without any turbulence. Otherwise, why wouldn't there be any fluctuations in his piano sound?
His piano is very good, but Bai Weiwei always feels that it is imperfect, as if the person playing the piano has not integrated a relationship, and there is a lack of a sense of ups and downs.
Princess Qin Lan was still spinning lightly, looking at the man with blue eyes affectionately.
For some reason, Bai Weiwei felt that the place where she stood was too conspicuous. She always felt that the master playing the piano above would always glance over him with a faint, calm and unpredictable look.
But when she looked at it seriously, the man's eyes were just empty and he seemed to be immersed in the sound of the piano he played.
Bai Weiwei thought, maybe she was narcissistic, and she was not looking at the princess who was as beautiful as a flower and more charming than a fairy. She looked at herself as an inconspicuous little girl. Isn’t this abnormal?