After Yue Qingqian came back from the Jing'an Palace, although her mood was better, she remembered some of the past......

After Han Qinghuan was there, he would often go to find Yue Qingqian, and the two almost grew up together.

The two usually play the piano and the other dance. As far as Yue Qingqian knew, Han Qinghuan learned to dance specifically for her afterwards.

She said: "Qingqian, in the future, when you play the piano, I can dance." The mood you play, I will express it with dance. ”

Yue Qingqian heard it at the time, and said with a smile.

In order to match Yue Qingqian's piano sound, Han Qinghuan has worked hard in dance since then.

When Yue Qingqian was ten years old, the two were basically able to cooperate seamlessly. In Jinghua, when everyone rumored that Li Feifei, the youngest daughter of Taifu Li Yanxing, had unparalleled piano skills in the world, Yue Qingqian and Han Qinghuan were low-key.

Just because the Yue family is very protective of Yue Qingqian. Although he knew that Yue Qingqian was destined to become a queen in the future, he was really low-key in teaching his daughter.

And because the Han family is a hidden family, it is more low-key than the Zhiyue family.

Therefore, even if Yue Qingqian and Han Qinghuan are talented, the people of Jinghua are not very clear. It's just that this moon family has the ability of a prophet, even if you want to be low-key, you can't be low-key. can only protect this only daughter and keep it from outsiders.

But in its cultivation, he has never relaxed.

Yue Qingqian and Han Qinghuan basically grew up together, they are each other's confidants and girlfriends, and their relationship is very cordial.

It was only later, when Yue Qingqian was twelve years old, Han Qinghuan had a serious illness, and since then he has died.

She still remembered that the day Huanhuan died was in a winter, when it was the first snow in Jinghua that year.

Before she died, she looked at the flying snow fluttering outside the window, her eyes seemed to be envy and sadness, and said: "The first snow of this year, it's a pity that I can't go out with you." ”

She looked at her at the time, knowing that her time was short, but the surging sadness in her heart was forced to suppress it.

She smiled and said to Huanhuan: "There will be opportunities in the future, and when you are well, we will go to enjoy the plum blossoms together." I'm playing the piano under the plum tree, and you're dancing in the plum blossom forest, okay? ”

Huanhuan's face was pale, but he still smiled sweetly, and said, "Okay, it would be better if it was still snowing at that time, you will play the song of Hanmei, and I will dance the plum blossom dance." We pull the hook, and no one can go back. ”

"Okay." She stretched out her fingers to wrap them around it.

The two of them said the fairy tale of the hook, and the time seemed to return to the day when the two met for the first time, and the sun was setting.

In fact, Huanhuan's body had improved a lot that day, but it seemed that she was just returning to the light, and her condition deteriorated immediately in the afternoon.

Before Huanhuan died, the last words he said were: "Qingqian, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my promise." ”

By the time the plum blossoms bloomed, Huanhuan had already been buried.

On the day the plum blossoms bloomed, she didn't say a word to her family for the first time, and ran out with the piano in her arms.

When she went, she also broke two plum blossoms.

She came to her tombstone, put the two plum blossoms in front of her grave, and said with a smile: "Huanhuan, you have broken your promise, but I can't break my promise." This year's plum blossoms are blooming, and I deliberately folded two of the most beautiful ones. ”

"Look, isn't it beautiful?"

What answered her was the howling cold wind, but the moon was clear and shallow, but she was not afraid of the biting cold wind at all.

She sat on the ground, sitting in front of Han Qinghuan's tombstone, she drove the piano to her lap, and said with a smile: "Huanhuan, do you want to listen to "Hanmei"? ”

The moon is shallow and plucks the strings, and the sound of the piano seems to be a howling cold wind and a heavy snow. In the snow, plum blossoms bloom proudly, exuding a faint fragrance.

And in the plum blossom forest, a woman dressed in red, dancing among the white snow and red plums. Women are like proud snow and cold plums, lonely and cold. In her hand is a beautiful blooming red plum, so gorgeous and unparalleled.

In the wind, the woman's dress flies, flowing like a fairy......

The moon was playing over and over again, the surrounding environment was lonely and empty, and the cold wind was howling. And she seems to be unaware, immersed in her own world. In that world, she was playing the piano and Huanhuan was dancing.

In heaven and earth, there are only the two of them, and there is only snow and red plums.

In the end, the cold around her blew her fingertips stiff, and her plain fingers bleed. And she didn't realize it, if it weren't for the fingers still moving, she would have looked like a sculpture at the moment.

I don't know how long it took to play, but the people of the Yue family found her, and it was already dark at that time.

When Father Yue found her, she was still playing with her bright red fingers, and the sound of the piano was dry and sad. Her hands were purple from the cold, and the blood on her fingers had dried up and turned dark red.

Father Yue was distressed and snatched the piano from her hand. After that, she fainted.

"Your Majesty has arrived~"

Yue Qingqian's memories came to an abrupt end, sighed slightly, and went out to greet Qin Moxuan.

"Today is neither the first day nor the fifteenth day of the new year, what is the matter with Your Majesty coming so late?" Yue Qingqian also said bluntly, she was not in a good mood tonight.

Qin Moxuan also noticed that Yue Qingqian's mood was not good at the moment, even if his face was still that light and breezy look, it seemed that it was about to crack, and this disguise seemed to be about to be unbearable.

He was a little surprised and said, "Are you in a bad mood?" Although it was a question, the tone was already determined.

Yue Qingqian didn't answer directly, but said, "Your Majesty came to Luanfeng Palace, what is the so-called matter?" ”

Qin Moxuan was a little more surprised, but he was no longer obsessed with the question just now, but said, "Can't I come to see you if I'm alone?" ”

Yue Qingqian was stunned, and then returned to normal: "The concubine is very good, thank you Your Majesty for your concern." ”

"Did you go to Jing'an Temple today?" Qin Moxuan seemed to have no intention of saying.

Yue Qingqian nodded and said, "I did go." ”

"You don't seem to go to the palaces of other concubines on weekdays, how can you ...... today?"

Yue Qingqian knew that even if he didn't say it, Qin Moxuan would go to Ye Jingyu to understand the situation, and said truthfully: "Didn't Your Majesty give Mrs. Ye a guqin?" ”

"Do you like it?" Qin Moxuan raised his eyebrows.

"This guqin has followed the concubine for a few years, and the concubine naturally wants to take a look."

Qin Moxuan was very surprised, no wonder Yue Qingqian would go to Jing'an Palace.

"Didn't you say you couldn't play the piano?"

Yue Qing smiled lightly, but her smile was a little desolate and said: "The concubine really can't play the piano, and she will never play the piano again in this life." ”

"Why?" Qin Moxuan already understood that this was another wordplay, but he didn't care anymore, he was more concerned about what happened to Yue Qingqian, so that she would stop playing the piano.