The strings were deeply strangled into Wan Guifei's fingers, and a long wound suddenly appeared, and blood gushed out of the wound little by little. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhang Yan was stunned, and when she reacted, the strings had turned red.

"Sister!"

Zhang Yan was startled, jumped up suddenly, pounced in front of Wan Guifei, and hurriedly pulled Wan Guifei's fingers away from the strings.

Blood was still gushing out, and after a while, Zhang Yan's hands and sleeves were also stained with blood.

"Sister, what are you doing here?"

Zhang Yan hurriedly stopped the bleeding, but the pressure of the hand was ineffective at all, but there was no cloth at hand that could stop the bleeding.

In a hurry, Zhang Yan tore off the sleeves of her clothes and pressed Wan Guifei's fingers.

Although the blood was still flowing, it was no longer so fierce, and Zhang Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

Zhang Yan raised her head, saw Wan Guifei's face, and her voice couldn't help but soften.

During the whole process, Wan Guifei didn't speak, letting Zhang Yan be busy, and there was no expression on her face.

It's as if this finger isn't your own.

The eyes were fluttering and confused, Wan Guifei didn't know what she was thinking, and her whole mind seemed to have been pulled away.

"Sister!"

After calling softly a few times, Wan Guifei didn't respond, and Zhang Yan couldn't help but gently shake Wan Guifei.

“……”

Wan Guifei's body shook for a moment, and her eyes fell on Zhang Yan's face in a trance.

Compared with the hollowness just now, now, Wan Guifei's face finally has a little focus.

"Sister, are you okay?" Zhang Yan looked at Wan Guifei worriedly, "What's the matter?" ”

"What's wrong?" Wan Guifei chuckled, and the laughter was full of irony.

Immediately, she shook her head slightly, and her face was full of exhaustion: "It's just...... Forget it, there's nothing to say......"

"Ayan, I scared you, my sister is sorry for you."

Wan Guifei looked at her fingers, the blood that had just flowed out also stained Zhang Yan's fingers red, her eyebrows moved, and she gently held Zhang Yan's hand.

It's like, in this way, you can draw a little strength.

"Do we two need to say anything sorry?" Zhang Yan glared at Wan Guifei, and also backhanded, holding Wan Guifei's hand.

Although she breathed a sigh of relief, there was still worry in Zhang Yan's eyes: "Sister, what's wrong?" Are you really, okay? ”

"Ayan, I'm tired." Wan Guifei didn't answer Zhang Yan, and stood up by herself, "You can practice the piano slowly by yourself." ”

The figure who walked away stumbled slightly. The posture of standing up was shrouded in heavy exhaustion, and the back seemed to be unable to bear it, and it bent slightly.

"It's just playing the piano, what the hell is going on?"

After Concubine Wan left, Zhang Yan didn't have the heart to practice the piano, and after plucking the strings in the pavilion with nothing to do, she simply left with the piano.

"Girl, give the piano to the slave."

As soon as he left the pavilion, Fuxiu, who was waiting outside the pavilion, greeted him with a smile. Seeing the guqin in her hand, she was stunned for a moment, and blurted out the words: "The strings are broken again?" ”

"Again!?"

Zhang Yan sensitively captured the keyword: "Have the strings ever been broken?" ”

"Yes!" Fuxiu looked at the guqin, and there was worry in her eyes that couldn't be hidden, "Girl, if there are no other instructions, Fuxiu will retire." ”

"Wait!"

Zhang Yan hurriedly called out to Fuxiu and looked at her thoughtfully: "Fuxiu, is the guqin any taboo for my sister?" Why is this the situation today? ”

I still remember that back then, my sister, like her, was a person who loved martial arts novels very much.

The two once made a laughing appointment to learn guqin and Xiao together. Then, the piano and flute ensemble played, smiling proudly.

If you really want to dig deeper, Zhang Yan's dreams and hobbies are influenced by her sister, it is very deep.

It's just that at that time, both of them were busy with their studies and couldn't spare time to learn musical instruments, so they could only go in and play with the guqin when they were shopping and passing by the piano shop, and laugh and swim their dreams in the dissonant sound of the piano.

However, why now, the guqin, seems to be a huge pain in my sister's heart?

And it seems...... Not only the guqin, but all ancient musical instruments, it seems?

"Girl, the master's affairs, slaves and maids, are not allowed to be discussed at will." Fuxiu bowed her head and replied respectfully.

"Don't you even know?" Zhang Yan couldn't help but be disappointed.

"The slave really doesn't know, but ......" Fuxiu looked back at the direction in which Wan Guifei disappeared, and bit her lip hesitantly.

"But what?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the slave and maid remembered when the slave maid had just served the concubine. The level of the concubine Niangniang's playing of the guqin is far worse than that of the girl. ”

"Far from it?" Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, "So, who taught my sister's guqin?" No, no, no, it should be said, who taught so many of my sister's instruments? ”

"Where someone teaches, it's just that I practice a lot and am familiar with it."

Wan Guifei sat lazily in front of the dressing mirror, listening to Fuxiu's description of the conversation with Zhang Yan in the afternoon, sneering self-deprecatingly.

"In this deep palace, if you don't find something to do, people will go crazy!"

Wan Guifei lazily played with the piano next to her hand, and let the guqin make an out of tune: "Originally, I just passed the time, but I didn't expect that it could be so practice-perfect." ”

The tone is very light, as if it is just an ordinary, light thing.

It's just that, between the words, the fingers pressing the strings are slightly white.

"That's what the slave maid said to Miss Zhang." Fuxiu replied, and her subordinates did not stop, helping Concubine Wan to comb her hair in a bun.

"What are you talking to Ah Yan about?"

"Mother, the slave is really worried about you." Fuxiu looked at Wan Guifei's face carefully, and said thoughtfully, "Before Niangniang's serious illness last time, she also broke a string ......."

"Fuxiu, don't say it!" Concubine Wan closed her eyes, her expression changed to mournful, "I thought I didn't take it to heart anymore, but I didn't expect that it would be so easy to touch the scene." Is...... I can't control my emotions more and more, Ah Yan, I guess I'm scared a lot. ”

Before she finished her sentence, Concubine Wan coughed violently, and Fuxiu hurriedly handed over the veil.

When the veil was withdrawn, looking at the blood stains on the veil, Fuxiu's face changed.

Concubine Niangniang, vomiting blood again!

"Fuxiu, what's wrong?" Fuxiu's mood changed, and Wan Guifei felt it sensitively, and turned around suspiciously.

"It's okay, it's okay." Fuxiu hurriedly grabbed the handkerchief in her hand and hurriedly put it in her arms.

It's just that......

Although her movements were quick, her red eyes and a tone with a slight crying voice made it futile for her to move quickly.

Wan Guifei glanced at Fuxiu lightly, suddenly stretched out her hand, and took out the handkerchief in Fuxiu's arms.