Chapter Thirty-Five Whose Flute Touched Her Heartstrings
At nightfall, the drizzle that had been falling for an hour finally stopped. Lan Duoduo felt a little irritable for no reason tonight and couldn't sleep in bed, so she simply sat on the corridor and breathed the air after the rain.
In the rainy sky, except for the dark clouds, there was no shadow of a star, let alone the moon. She sat on the corridor and looked up at the night sky, her expression full of worry. She had been in this time and space for three years without realizing it.
More will still make her miss modern life, at least it won't be so boring. I don't know if Xiao Nuan has graduated from college or has a boyfriend? Where is her father? Will she start a new family?
"Princess, why aren't you asleep yet?" Xiao Xi had just finished preparing some things that she was going to bring to Duanyang tomorrow and was about to go to rest when she saw her own princess sitting in a daze on the corridor, her expression full of melancholy.
Lan Duoduo turned her head, glanced at her, took her hand, and asked her to sit next to her, "How's it going with Zixia?" She was really an irresponsible boss. She handed the plan to Zixia,
I didn't ask anything about it, and I didn't even look at the shops. I just heard from Xiaoxi that both shops were rented on Chengdong Second Street.
"Princess, everything is almost ready. It's just that the candies and snacks are a little lacking in taste." She and Zixia ran around the fruit shops but couldn't buy the missing fruits. They were not produced in this season. Where can I buy them? From the flower shop.
Everything is going well. Merchants from all over the place have delivered flowers, but they can't open yet after filling them with potion.
"Oh, it's not surprising. After all, you don't have a refrigerator here." Unlike modern times with electric appliances, many fruits are available all year round. In addition to taste, her candy and snack house can only rely on style to attract people.
It's good that some of the flavors are created with flower petals, which are unique.
Xiaoxi was stunned by her words, what are you? Why did the princess start to say something she didn't understand again, but she was not surprised. "Princess, what is a refrigerator?"
"You don't understand the cabinet that freezes." Lan Duoduo looked at her curious expression and it was funny. As the saying goes, those who are close to the vermillion are red and those who are close to the ink are black. She finally understood this sentence.
Xiaoxi half-squinted her eyes, yawned, and said casually, "Isn't that similar to an icehouse?" An icehouse? Lan Duoduo had an idea when she heard it, yes! Wasn't there an icehouse in ancient times? Then she could use it.
Use the icehouse to keep some out-of-season fruits cold!
She looked at the sleepy Xiao Xi. She had been working very hard these days. Zhang Luo, who was helping Zi Xia run around, had to take care of her own life. She felt guilty for her. "Xiao Xi, I will go to Zi Xia's house the day after tomorrow."
It's late at night, go and have a rest." Lan Duoduo's tone was full of pity and blame. She never could bear to see the people around her so tired because of her. In the past, when her father worked so hard, he would insist on cooking for her after work.
She couldn't stand it anymore, so she insisted on living on campus. That's how Xiaoxi was. No matter how tired she was, she would stay with her until she rested before she dared to rest.
"What about you, princess?" Xiao Xiqiang looked at her with eyes that couldn't be opened. She seemed to be used to it. She couldn't sleep peacefully if the princess didn't rest.
"I'll sit down and go quickly." As she said that, she hurriedly hurried Xiaoxi back to her room and looked at her back before she looked back. Xiaoxi is a very considerate girl. She has been with her for three years. Although she is a maid, she still has a lot of love for her.
She treats them all as family, and so do the gangsters in her black entertainment.
The breeze blew gently, and the early spring night was still cold. Lan Duoduo, who was wearing single clothes, couldn't help but tremble, stood up, went into the house, took a cloak and put it on, then took out her flute and stood on the corridor, watching.
In the distant river, there are boats with lights on, which must be hard-working fishermen fishing.
Lan Duoduo picked up Xiao Nuan and put it to her mouth, and played Beethoven's Moonlight Music. In fact, Lan Duoduo can only play the piano, and she can play the flute. She learned it from Xiao Nuan. Moonlight Music is her and Xiao Nuan's favorite.
song, so she only learned the moonlight song from Xiao Nuan. There was no moon tonight, so she played the first chapter of the moonlight song. It reminded people of the way the moonlight passed through the layers of clouds and shone on the ground, which made people feel
It's a bit sad. The music sounds like someone is singing softly. The beautiful flute sounds sound in this night, which seems to make the sleeping people more comfortable.
The sound of Lan Duoduo's flute had just fallen, but a pleasant flute sound slowly came from the distance. The sound of the flute was the same as her flute sound, with a touch of sadness. But the sound of the flute was played for people with insomnia.
Even everything in the world will fall asleep. Who played the lullaby after her flute fell? Did the person who played the flute know that she had insomnia? The flute sound disappeared faintly, and the night became quiet.
She looked at the river in the distance. Except for the fishermen's boat lights, it was completely dark. Where was the man playing the flute? Could it be on the river? I wonder where Du Zirui said he invited her to eat seafood and swim on the river.
Could it be the river in the distance? She was just curious about the flute player. Maybe they heard her flute sound was too unpleasant, so they deliberately played a song on the flute! It seems that she likes to make wild guesses.
I made a mistake, and I couldn't help but laugh at myself in my heart.
After the rain stopped, in the quiet night, you could always hear the sound of rain moistening the petals, listening to the flowers, listening to the flowers in loneliness. Looking at the bright river fire in the distance, she suddenly thought, "Good rain knows the season, when spring will happen."
"The wind blows lightly into the night, moistening things silently; the paths are dark with clouds, and the fires on the river boats are only bright; at dawn, if you look at the red and wet places, the flowers are heavy on the official city."
"Bah bang bang, I didn't expect the princess to be so poetic." Xiao Yi stood behind her for a long time, watching her stare into the distance in a daze. He didn't expect that she would suddenly recite such an excellent poem. In fact, he had just come back from outside, and thought
I haven't seen her for a few days, and I wanted to see her inexplicably, so I came to Tinghua Pavilion regardless of the fact that it was late at night.
Lan Duoduo turned around and looked at Xiao Yi by the light of the lantern on the eaves. His charming peach blossom eyes, a dark blue robe, curved lips and a smile were completely different from his usual cold self. His eyes at this time
There was a kind of gentleness in her, and her eyes were like black and transparent glass beads, looking at her dreamily. She was wearing a thin undershirt, with a maroon cloak on her shoulders, and three thousand blue hairs scattered lightly on her back.
Back, her face was neither surprised nor happy. At this time, she was not as playful as usual, but she had an ethereal beauty.
"I'm really flattered that the prince came to see me so late." Lan Duoduo saw that his face looked a little tired, and he must have just come back after a busy day. She said to Xiao Yi in a lukewarm tone.
"The poem that the princess read just now is really suitable for this season and scene, especially the line about the dark path and clouds, and the only light on the river and boat fire. Looking at the farthest river, this night, I am really amazed by the talent of the princess." He said.
Ignoring what she just said, he praised the poem she just read. Rumor has it that she was so angry that she sent away dozens of gentlemen who came to teach her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She was uneducated and incompetent, which didn't seem to match her. What on earth did she do?
What kind of girl?
"I just recited it on a whim. If the prince likes it, I can give it to him." Anyway, it was not a poem written by her. He liked it so much that he kept it in his heart, so there was no harm in having it.
"The king thanked the princess." His lips, which were neither thin nor thick, were raised in a nice way. He slowly approached her, raised his right hand, and touched her hair with his fingertips. What on earth was he going to do? Lan Duoduo
His expression was solemn, causing her breathing to become rapid and her heartbeat to quicken suddenly, as if she was getting an electric shock. She smelled the faint fragrance of white magnolia flowers on his body.
Xiao Yi took off a small petal stuck to her hair and looked at her stunned face. "It's late at night. Princess, if you have nothing to do, go to bed early." After saying that, he turned around and went downstairs and walked out of Tinghua Pavilion.
Lan Duoduo looked at his back and breathed a sigh of relief. Her right hand involuntarily touched the hair that Xiao Yi had just touched, and it seemed that the warmth of his fingertips still remained. Didn't he always hate himself? Just now, it must be an illusion. She pinched
She touched her arm, ah! It hurts so much. Damn it, that monster was just confusing her. Lan Duoduo, you are so worthless, are you possessed by evil?
In the night wind, the flowers and plants in Yuanluo were filled with fragrance. Duoduo yawned and went into the house to sleep, leaving the flowers quietly absorbing the nectar at night.