Li Luo knows how to play the piano. He comes from a noble family and has been practicing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since he was a child. However, compared to his chess, calligraphy and painting, his piano is really inferior. However, when he plays the music, he is very smooth, some are soul-stirring, some are clear, some are melodious.
Some are sweet, some are melodious, and some are tactful. In fact, they are already better than many musicians in the palace, and they are truly superior among the princes and grandsons. For example, the seventh emperor brother who is now the emperor, the piano he plays cannot even be listened to by an ox. It’s just that
His piano is still not good, and there are naturally many masters in the palace's teaching workshop. Of course, they can tell that there is something missing in his piano, but no one dares to say it. It doesn't matter if he is annoyed. If he is annoyed by Emperor Wanlong, then
It's going to blow your head off.
He played the piano at the palace banquet at the end of the year and took advantage of Emperor Wanlong's favor. The sound of the piano was smooth and his skills were very skillful. However, Yang Liuyan, who was invited to the palace that day, went home after listening to his mother and father.
Yang Wanli once mentioned that his piano has no heart and no rhyme. It sounds good just because his fingers remember when to play which string. There is no other redeeming feature.
There is some truth in what he said, but it does not prevent him from hearing whether a piece of music is good or bad. He is influenced by it because he has seen something about the world.
This piece of music is very good, or it fits the current night sky scene very well. The sound rises leisurely and swings around like a tide, as if it can fill every inch of this vast and boundless rice field under the moon. Flowers Fall on the Moon
The lack of people is getting thin, and the mind is drifting away with the music. I don’t know who is guarding this round of clouds and sunshine under the same starry sky, and who is pouring a glass of moonlight wine, just like leaning alone in front of the window, watching the stars and listening to the wind,
The past is extremely beautiful. The shadows of the fleeting years, the song of the wind, the elegance of the stars, a thousand words of chatter, endless past events, are fixed after the broken strings, echoing in the depths of the harp.
The ancients called many pieces of music "listening on the fingers", which means they were played with hands. After all, the flute, hole and flute also required the use of hands. I don't know whether this piece of music was sung or played. It seems to be different from what Li Luo had seen and heard in his life.
It's a bit unfamiliar, but it doesn't detract from its beautiful tone and moving melody. If Black Sword and White Sword like it, there should be something a little different from the ordinary.
As I listened, the melancholy of the song disappeared, replaced by a kind of lyrical feeling of a desert with straight smoke and a long river with a setting sun. It did not fall into sadness, but had a kind of cold-eyed look at the world, proud of the world of mortals, not only for doing.
His sadness is also related to his heart and his emotions. The tone flows as he wishes, like moss tracks, leaning against the side and waiting for his eyes.
When he was tired of singing and dancing, Li Luo felt that he seemed to have forgotten something, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember what he had forgotten.
At this time, he heard laughter, very cheerful laughter. There were adults, women, and girls, but most of them were children.
He did not move, because the laughter was getting closer and closer to him from a distance. After a rustling wind, several figures of children chasing each other appeared here, playing and laughing, exactly like Dagan's children, without
What a difference.
One of them was the slowest runner. A fat baby saw Li Luo and ran to him with a smile and a slight stagger. He gave him a windmill made of paper in his hand, and then jumped back to play.
in the ranks of companions.
Li Luo stared blankly at the windmill in his hand. He was about to ask something when he suddenly heard someone shouting in the distance. Although he couldn't hear what the shout was, he understood the meaning. He was telling the children to wash their hands and go home for dinner.
The children dispersed in a hurry, and each found their parents. They held hands and walked happily to the distance of the field. Li Luo was so worried that he hurriedly called out to stay, looking so weak in the laughter.
Even he was surprised. He followed up, hoping to keep a child, but no matter how fast he walked, he could not catch up with the shadows of those people. Instead, they drifted away and disappeared into the wilderness.
Li Luo stopped, and saw the same scene as last night. The sky was like a canopy, covering all directions, and the light was very soft, making him suspect that maybe it wasn't the moonlight and stars shining down from above, but that the rice fields and land actually shone.
He was left alone, the music was gone, the laughter was gone, and the armored knights were gone. He didn't know how to go back, and he didn't know if he could go back. It would be better to take a nap first and talk about it when he woke up.
He had a very sweet sleep. He woke up when Xue Li called him, with a surprised and surprised expression on his face. Li Luo knew what she was thinking. She was able to sleep so hard under such circumstances, and her heart was indeed very big.
Li glanced at him, the corners of her eyes twitched, and said calmly: "I didn't expect you still have a childlike heart."
Li Luo was startled, confused and looked over, following Xue Li's gaze. His breathing suddenly became heavier, and his pupils involuntarily tightened.
A windmill was quietly held in his hand!
It was a dream, and it was also true. If yesterday it only made him suspicious, then now it is frightening and chilling. When people face unknown and incomprehensible things, they tend to have random thoughts, scare themselves, be in awe, and kneel down in prayer.
, maybe one day I will realize that it is just a shadow cast by a leaf in front of the lamp. Even so, it does not affect the initial fear at all, and Li Luo is generally the same now.
After swallowing a sip of saliva, he looked at Xue Li blankly and asked in a low voice: "Did I leave here last night?"
Xue Li's expression also became solemn. After all, she had been with him for some time. She knew his character and he didn't seem like a boring person who pretended to be mysterious and frightening. Then he lowered his voice: "Where were you last night?"
"I have no idea."
Xue Li screamed and looked at him in surprise. "So, did you see me leaving?" Xue Li stared at it for a long time, then softly replied, "No, I didn't see you leave." After saying that, he slightly said.
After a pause, he said, "I don't think you can leave alone. If you leave by yourself, he will never let go of this opportunity. Only by staying with the armored knight can he save your life."
Li Luo snorted. Sure enough, he guessed that he might not leave here, but if so, where did the windmill in his hand come from... This rice field is indeed not an ordinary rice field. Xue Li warned him Qian before leaving.
Never letting Black Sword and Bai Dao know about the abnormality, Li Luo agreed. If Xue Li didn't lie to him, then he should still stay here after nightfall. This seemed to make sense, but at that time he clearly felt uncomfortable.
The armored knight beside him, in other words, at that time, he might have killed a seven-year-old child.
Black Sword and White Sword were a little curious about the whispers between Xue Li and Li Luo, and asked Xue Li what they were talking about.