At this time, Ling Yunchong casually glanced at the girl in front of him, only to see that she was slender, well-proportioned, with high hair and clouds, long eyebrows and sideburns, and eyes like autumn water, and then looked at her carefully, but felt that she was gorgeous and charming, and secretly thought that this woman was not simple, maybe there was another hidden identity behind her. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Huang Kun turned his head to look at Ling Yunchong and said with a smile: "So, Brother Xiao Ling is also interested?" ”

Ling Yunchong turned his head, stared at him and said, "It turns out that the fourth master brought me here this time just to see this unbeatable girl." Huang Kun's expression froze for a moment, and he smiled flatteringly: "I can't hide this little bit from Brother Xiaoling, hahaha......"

The girl smiled and said: "We have no girl who is not only as beautiful as a flower, but also able to recite poems and match the pair, although it is a newcomer, but all over the garden are promoted as the best." ”

Ling Yunchong looked at her and said, "It sounds like this, it's really not simple." It is difficult to seek talents in the world, in fact, it is not easy to find beauty, and it is even more rare to find a beautiful woman with both appearances and skills. I'd love to see such a wonderful person. ”

The girl still had a smile on her face, and said: "It's rare that the two masters have this Yaxing, and they will keep you coming to our 'Yiting Fang' and forget to return, and return happy." ”

Ling Yunchong said: "Your 'Yiting Fang' is famous, and the girls here must also be different and have a unique taste. Go and ask your Girl of Nothing to come out and let us see what makes her extraordinary. ”

The girl smiled and replied, "Okay, please wait, you two. With that, he bowed and bowed, and then turned around and walked outside.

The left can't wait, the right can't wait, Huang Kun scolded, walked out of the house, ran downstairs, and went to ask the bustard. Ling Yunchong was indifferent, still sitting leisurely and pouring himself a drink, looking out the window, but seeing that the moonlight was like water, illuminating the surroundings very clearly.

At this time, I heard the sound of a guzheng in the room inside, and the tune was leisurely, like the fragrance of flowers wafting from afar, lingering fragrantly. Ling Yunchong was very curious, immediately stood up, stepped forward, and found that this room was very large, and there was another room inside, only to see a piano platform at the east end, and thought: "It turns out that this is a piano room." ”

Looking for the melodious guzheng prestige, through a thin layer of pink light veil, I vaguely saw a luthier dressed in emerald green clothes behind the gauze curtain, with his back straight, plucking the strings, and caressing the qin, the posture of the piano was very elegant. Ling Yunchong became curious, and couldn't help but step forward to take a closer look, and stood two or three feet away from the curtain, no longer approaching,

Ling Yunchong wanted to let this woman come out by herself, instead of breaking in by herself, he didn't just think that it was a little rude to break in, but he was confident that he had the ability to let her come out by herself.

At the moment, I looked around casually and saw that there was also a guzheng on the round table in this room. Ling Yunchong stood quietly outside the curtain, listening to the woman playing the piano, looking at her thin shadow under the moon, and the butterfly silver ornament on her head shimmered with the light movement of her head, and became more and more sparkling under the candlelight.

The sound of the blue-shirted woman's guzheng is at the beginning, ding ding dong, the sound of the piano is tactful, the tune is bright and brisk, which makes people seem to be in the suburbs in spring clothes, bathing in the warm wind and dancing clothes. Ling Yunchong is proficient in music, and there is a lot of warmth in the sound of the piano, and he thinks: "This woman is profound, intoxicated with the song, and concentrates on the piano, ignoring things outside her body." I don't know which one is higher or lower than her? ”

But listening to the woman's music style gradually changed, it became a calm and low back, and it seemed to move from the spring suburbs to the autumn suburbs, which made people feel related. Ling Yunchong lowered his head and thought, "Why is the sound of this piano gradually becoming sad, does this woman have a lot of things on her mind?" Suddenly, the sound of the piano on the piano platform changed, and the hundred turns of the soft wave finally seemed to turn the temperature into water, and the sound of the piano changed to be clear and peaceful, as if the dark clouds in the sky were blown away by the slow wind, revealing a clear sky.

At the end of the song, Ling Yunchong stroked his palm and praised: "Good piano song!" Wonderful! Sitting idly on a moonlit night, the beauty plays the piano, and the girl's piano skills are amazing, which is an eye-opener. It's just that this way of stroking the piano has the opportunity to play uncomfortably. Listening to the sound of the piano, the girl's mind seemed to be a little disturbed, and perhaps it was not appropriate to stroke the piano at this moment. ”

Then I heard the woman in the gauze curtain speak, and said slowly: "I didn't expect that Childe is a bosom friend, he understands the meaning of the song, knows the sound of the piano, and can hear the thoughts in the sound of the piano." As the saying goes, there is no rudeness to come, I don't know if the son can stroke the piano, and the little woman listens to it. ”

Ling Yunchong was slightly shocked in his heart: "It turns out that she just has nothing to do." But hearing her voice so pure and clear, Ling Yunchong suddenly remembered his sister, and suddenly thought of Ren Qingyang again, suddenly his heart moved, and his mind poured out of her kind of graceful beauty, raising eyebrows, smiling, turning around, staring at the wonderful person who made him worry about his stomach and dreams,

Just thinking of her, the corners of Ling Yunchong's mouth couldn't help but smile, and he simply smiled indulgently, and said: "As the so-called bosom friend in the world is hard to find, a good partner is hard to find. The girl's piano sound is elegant, pleasant and pleasant, and Ling Yunchong is fortunate to listen to it, which is really a pleasure. The so-called gift exchange, in the next to offer an ugly song, should be a return. ”

Hearing the woman in the gauze curtain laughed softly, she elegantly stretched out her hand to make an inviting gesture, motioned for him to play the guzheng on the round table, and said, "Ling Gongzi, please." ”

Ling Yunchong sat down at the round table, his head and neck were straight, sitting upright like a clock, with two locks of hair hanging down on his chest, and he played the guzheng on the table. He put his hands on the strings, with his wrist and arm, his right hand moved first, pressed lightly, picked a hook under his fingers, and pressed again, the strings made a few clear sounds, and the sound of the piano was quiet and peaceful, and the woman in the blue shirt secretly exclaimed in her heart: "I didn't expect this person to have extraordinary piano skills." ”

Ling Yunchong had a few fingers on his left hand clearly, going back and forth between the emblems on the piano. For a while, as if the foot stepped on the leaves on the water and floated away, the force did not need to be big and not vain, one point on the string, the right hand at the same time only played the string, a bright but not overheated light and crisp overtones scattered, it sounded as if to a piece of smoke on the river, the overtones jumped, as if leading people into the realm of the ten thousand acres of smoke and blue waves, and saw the red glow in front of the sky, and the blue waves in the river were golden.

The light and crisp piano sound, like jade beads jumping around on the ground, smart and light, the woman in the blue shirt seems to feel that she is sitting on a small boat on the Yanbo River, is reaching out to catch the small fish in the blue water, and her heart is quite comfortable. It was already summer, and the weather was already quite hot, and after listening to the sound of Ling Yunchong's piano, she felt cool.

The woman in the blue shirt couldn't help but look at Ling Yunchong and take a closer look, but when she saw that in the moonlight, his purple sleeves swung left and right with his wrist, and the sound of the piano was like moonlight.

She immersed herself in the sound of the piano, without making a sound, let Lingyun play it, and said in her heart: "Listening to his piano sound, Qingjun is a little crazy, you can know that he is a free and uninhibited person." With his superb skills, it was as if he had made the strings speak, and this kind of talent was by no means comparable to ordinary people. ”

At this time, Lingyun rushed down his fingers and gradually became ill, at first like a fast horse running, and then it was as dense as a fast drum, but the voice was not high-pitched and harsh, and he played it clearly one by one, and the tone on the piano became higher and higher, and the ring finger, middle finger, and index finger of the right hand played the strings in turn, and suddenly the soft overtones under the fingers rose again, first high and then low, and then the left hand brought out a trill, which seemed very subtle and tactful, elegant and gentle, like a faint and sultry song from the pavilion in the distance.

The woman in the blue shirt couldn't help but sigh in her heart, straightened her thoughts, settled her mind, and sang softly: "The mica screen is open, the pearl curtain is closed, and the wind blows away the agarwood." Divorced and depressed, golden wisps weave sulfur. The cypress shadow and cinnamon branches are intertwined, the cistanche rises, and the mercury pond is made. Forsythia head, shocked by half a summer, cool mint clothes. A hook vine on the moon, ordinary mountain night, dream of the battlefield. has long been light and powdery, and lives alone in an empty house. If you want to break the string, the aconitum is white, and the most bitter ginseng business. Angelica also, dogwood ripe, old chrysanthemum yellow. There are many drug names implied in this poem, and they are full of deep feelings.

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