The injury on her body was almost as good. With the careful care of Ruolan, her body has gradually recovered. Since Renault left angrily, she never appeared again, and it seemed to disappear in her life.
Looking at the hazy moonlight, Zi Xuan suddenly felt a little lonely. She, an forgotten princess, was deeply locked in the Ziyin Pavilion. Although it was not a cold palace, she seemed to be a prison, without freedom.
, I did n’t feel that Li Yi ’s" Meet Meeting Huan ":" Speechless goes to the West Tower alone, the moon is like a hook, the lonely sycamore deep courtyard locks the autumn. "
As soon as Ruo Lan heard it, he looked at Zi Xuan incrediblely, "Prince of princes, will you make a poem?"
Zi Xuan smiled, and this poem was not done by me!
"Prince, where do you learn to make poems? In the past, when the Daming Kingdom, the emperor asked you to chant poems in front of everyone, but when you are doing everything, you have become the pastime of their entertainment!" Ru Lan angrily
Say.
"Ruolan, is it really so bad before?"
"Well, it's still ..." Ruo Lan wanted to say that you didn't know that everyone laughed at her stupidly, and she laughed at her stupid, but Ruolan wanted to stop talking, and then glanced on Zixuan's eyes,
Breaking, "Actually, the prince and concubine are not bad at all. In Ruolan's heart, the prince is always the best!"
Zi Xuan looked at Ruolan and laughed. Although I didn't get along with Ruolan for a long time. From the process of communication these days, it can be seen that Ruolan is really a loyal friend and feels open -minded.
This era, but she is not lonely now.
"Ruolan, is there a piano here?" Zi Xuan suddenly wanted to sing. She hadn't touched the instrument for a long time. Since the death of her mother, her father was sad, and she decided not to touch the piano again. But today, it is today, but today, it is today.
She actually had the urge to clear her throat again.
"Qin? By the way, when I packed the Ziyin Pavilion a few days ago, I saw a guzheng in the corner. I don't know who put it there, I will get it now?"
Ruo Lan hurried out the guzheng and placed it in front of Zi Xuan, "Princess, what do you want this guzheng to do?"
Zi Xuan sat down in front of Guzheng, and the white sleeve brushed from the Guqin, crispy and pleasant, "It is indeed a good piano!"
"Princess, you, you-" Ruo Lan looked at Zi Xuan's every move, and she brought her too much shock. In the past
Outstanding woman!
Sitting, the slender fingers pulled the Guqin that had long been forgotten ... As the powerful piano sounded, Zi Xuan opened his mouth and sang "Think of", as if a sound of heaven,
It was slowly sent to Ruolan's ears from the distant sky. It was pleasant, pleasing to the ears, like Huang Ying singing.
The first floor has three or four stacks, and the high rises, and then slowly landed. From then on, the lower the singing, the lower, the thinner and the thinner, the sound gradually disappeared ...
If Lan can listen to it, is this song from the mouth of the prince and concubine?
"Who asked you to play the piano here?" Before the two of them were overwhelming, a anger roar inserted in.
They looked at the pronunciation body at the same time, stayed, "the second prince?"
Before Zi Xuan stood up from Guqin, Renault strode forward, grabbed the piano, and smashed to the ground ... and then left angrily ...
"The second prince?" Ruo Lan seemed to be scared by the scene just now, and couldn't help hiding behind Zixuan.
Zi Xuan looked at the angry back, full of mercy!
The piano was given to Wan Ying, but she was abandoned here by her nostalgia, and even lost her feelings to him. He hated it really hate her!
When he saw Zi Xuan's focus on the piano, he heard the crisp singing voice from her mouth, he was really lost. He never heard such a gentle music, and never thought of that one who had been forgotten.
Qin, there is such a use in her hands. He sees that she and Qin seem to be one. However, the more I see Zi Xuan's look of self -proclaiming in front of the piano, the more it reminds him of the painful memories of the past.
Those memories that are buried in my heart but not known ...