One hundred and eighty fourth playing the piano late at night
Qing Yan lay on the bed for seven days before he recovered his blood.
During this period, Emperor Xidi came to visit him once, but Princess Yingyue didn't show him a good look, which made him embarrassed to come back again.
Because she was injured in the Prince's Mansion, from the moment Qing Yan fainted in the Yangxin Palace, Emperor Xidi ordered someone to send her back to Shufangzhai instead of the Prince's Mansion to prevent her from being treated by Prince Ximing again
bullying.
This intentional arrangement further alienated the relationship between Qing Yan and Xi Ming. As her newlywed husband, he never appeared in Shufangzhai after Qing Yan woke up, as if he had disappeared from this world.
It's normal.
Xi Ming did not come to harass her, and Qing Yan's life was peaceful and peaceful. With the careful care of Princess Yingyue and her maid Alu, her body gradually healed.
One night, Princess Yingyue and Alu had already fallen asleep. Perhaps because she had been lying on the bed for too long, Qing Yan tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep for a long time. Looking out the window, the moon was as bright as washing, the flowers were lightly red, and the swaying trees
The shadow sways in the wind. There is clearly no fog in the air, but the full moon is hazy and graceful, as if it is close or far away.
Due to her interest, she wanted to go out for a walk, put on her coat, and gently push open the door. A refreshing breeze hit her, which shocked her spirit.
"Well, the air outside is still fresh. I'll go for a walk in the courtyard first, and then go back to sleep." Qing Yan smiled slightly, and walked into the courtyard with a wandering and lonely heart. Under the swaying shadow of the tree,
Clusters of fragrance coming at night were waving in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance. With a pinch of his hand, he picked up a stamen, approached his nose, and sniffed it gently. The happy face that made the men crazy suddenly looked like a mountain flower
It became as bright as a romantic moment, and the bright moonlight poured on her face like water, outlining a sweet and charming smile.
Suddenly, a quiet and elegant sound of piano slowly came into her eardrums. In this quiet and elegant environment, this song was like a fairy music, touching heart-strings.
The sound of the piano is melodious and deserted, revealing a faint tranquility, as well as loneliness, sadness, and vicissitudes.
Qing Yan listened quietly, his heart was sad and silent with the sound of the piano. This smell of the world was exaggerated in the air, as if it could be contagious.
She felt a move in her heart, and along the bluestone path, she slowly walked into the depths of the imperial garden with the sound of the piano.
The fragrance of flowers became stronger and stronger, and the fragrance was soaring. Qing Yan's heart beat twice faster. The sound of the piano guided her footsteps, guided her, and kept moving forward.
Through the bamboo forest, there is a quiet lake. Qing Yan shuttles through the shade of trees, watching the moonlight projecting on the lake. The night is as cool as water, but it is also pure and pleasant. The middle of the lake is an elegant pavilion, small and exquisite, with a clear and beautiful layout
With the arrogance of the royal family, Qing Yan praised that he had not even come out to walk around in the palace for a long time. He did not expect that the scenery in the imperial garden was so gorgeous.
When I raised my eyes, the three words "Yi Shi Pavilion" had already come into my eyes, and my heart trembled. The word "Shi" evoked her endless grief.
Looking at the pavilion, Qing Yan finally saw the person playing the piano. Several willow trees were decorated with catkins, and the fallen flowers were colorful. The rain of flowers rose with the wind and rolled in the air, like a colorful white silk, floating
, Lingxiu... Under the tree, a man sat on the luxurious chair. Willow catkins fell on his black hair and snowy clothes, looking lonely and desolate. His white jade-like face was as cold as snow, and his black jade-like eyes were bright and restrained
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It turned out to be the crown prince Xi Ming, who played the piano at night.
A gust of willow catkins rose with the wind. Xi Ming, in the middle of the catkins, was as quiet as water, with half-drooping eyelids, as quiet as an eternal jade carving, white clothes were better than snow, and young masters were as beautiful as thousands of colors in the world.
Modified natural ink painting.
Qing Yan couldn't help but feel suffocated in his heart. Although the distance was so close to him, the distance hidden in his heart was like a bottomless gap. Although such a sad and beautiful man was his husband, he was not his man.
This made Qing Yan feel inexplicably lost. His piano sound was desolate and sad, as if he had a lot of thoughts to tell, making people unable to continue listening.
She sighed leisurely, and thought to herself: His loneliness, his confusion and helplessness, and his inner pain, perhaps only I can understand? Besides both of them, why continue to do so?
Shaking his head and frowned, Qing Yan turned around and wanted to leave.
"Since you're here, why bother to leave in a hurry!"
Qing Yan's heart sank. When he looked back suddenly, he saw Xi Ming standing on the strings with one hand, and kneading a piece of flowers with his other hand. His eyes were like snow. He glanced at Qing Yan and asked alienated and politely:
"Why are you here?"
Qing Yan didn't understand what he was asking, and answered honestly: "You came in after passing through the Imperial Garden."
Xi Ming's eyebrows slightly closed, and his sinister eyes condensed on Qing Yan, very sharp, as if he wanted to see through her soul. But he saw a pair of clear eyes. He frowned with some anger, "I have issued a ban for a long time,
No one is allowed to approach Yishiting half a step. Why do you deliberately disobey?"
"Is that?" Qing Yan smiled slightly, "I don't know what the ban is. I just smelled the sound of the piano, as if the sound of the piano was guiding it. I came here. If I knew that you were playing the piano, I would never have
This leisurely feeling came over to listen. Also, hum, the name of this pavilion is very abrupt and indecent."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Xi Ming's angry face became more and more desolate as fire, with a slightly cursed lips curled up, and a trace of lonely mockery was overflowing. He looked at Qingyan with a high tone, "You dare to comment on my pavilion?"
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Qing Yan smiled slightly, his expression was quiet, his clear eyes reflected the openness of his heart, his voice was as gentle as the wind, and he said lightly: "Didn't it mean that there is a grave in his heart, burying the unknown? Why bother to name this elegant pavilion again
Where is the Ting? Huangfu Shi has gone away from you. Why do you have to live in your memory for the rest of your life?"
Xi Mingran said in a stern expression: "This matter has nothing to do with you! No matter what I am thinking in my heart, it has nothing to do with you. Even if I really forget this relationship, I will not like you, and you will die
This heart!”
"Thank God, you won't like me. If there is nothing else, can I leave?" He quietly curled his lips, and Qing Yan left his back to Xi Ming again.
"Stop, I have something to say to you."
"Listen attentively!" Qing Yan replied coldly. Although he stopped, he had no intention of turning around.
The face of the prince Xi Ming darkened. Her cold back was like winter plums, exuding a faint quietness but without a trace of pride, which made people feel respectful, "You, if you are tired of life in Qilin City, I can let you