Luo Qisu poured a white jade teacup again and brought it to the man in Tsing Yi, then knelt on the felt mat on both knees, and looked at the face of the man in Tsing Yi quietly with a pair of watery eyes.

"Do you like guqin?" The man in Tsing Yi quickly broke away from his memories and looked at the crimson guqin in front of him, the guqin is made of phoenix sycamore wood, the body exudes a fresh and elegant aroma, and the strings are also very valuable.

Luo Qisu also looked at the guqin, and nodded slightly, "This guqin was left by the concubine's mother, so I cherish it very much." ”

The man in Tsing Yi remembered the story he had just heard, which made him a little unsure of what to say.

Since he didn't know what to say, the man in Tsing Yi simply didn't say anything, his slender and white fingertips slowly put on the strings, pinched and plucked, and then the melodious sound of the piano popped out, as if the flowing water slid through Luo Qisu's heart, and the sound of the piano gradually slowed down, but the flowing water did not decrease at all, and even Luo Qisu felt a cold meaning in the flowing water.

Luo Qisu lowered her eyes, looking at the man's slightly closed eyelids with affection, the strings were like heartstrings, she could understand that the man was playing a parasitic song, but she didn't know who the man was thinking about at this time. However, a woman in a palace costume slowly appeared in her mind, her mother. With the passage of time, she almost forgot her mother's face, but she still remembered that her mother did not like spicy food and loved desserts, but she followed her mother. I also remember that at that time, even if my mother married a wife, she was still the beautiful woman in the dreams of many talented people. I heard that when I was born, my mother loved to laugh and often teased herself, but since I can remember, the smile on my mother's face has become less and less. She knew that it wasn't that her mother didn't want to laugh, but that the person she married didn't allow her mother to laugh.

He didn't allow his mother to smile and show others, he didn't allow his mother to look at others more, he didn't allow his mother to step out of his mansion, until he knelt down in front of another man, and offered his mother with his own hands, just for himself to survive, how ridiculous, he thought that his mother would agree, but his mother, who had already died to this man, would rather die than be humiliated by his name, and a white silk has since become the swan song of the Qin State.

This story is a bit sad, the sad thing is that this man has never really fallen in love with her mother, if it is love, how can he be so distrustful, if it is love, how can he be so selfish and stingy, slowly eroding the only remaining feelings between each other.

Luo Qisu suddenly felt a sadness, and tears slowly slipped down her face, at this time she missed her mother a lot.

……

Lyano stop.

"Childe, what is this piece called?" The woman in white bowed slightly.

"Thinking of the Old Man."

"The male bullet is really good, much better than the concubine's body." Luo Qisu secretly wiped the tears with the placket of his clothes, and said with a shallow smile.

"If you continue to choose to stay in the smoke and willow painting bridge, you will still live a life of involuntary life." The man in Tsing Yi said lightly.

"Childe doesn't have to worry about concubines, concubines have been around for more than ten years and are used to it. The son untied the poison of the lock heart for the concubine, and the concubine was already grateful, how could she dare to ask for more. ”

The man in Tsing Yi quietly looked at this woman who was like a begonia flower, although she was weak but unbelievably beautiful, and invisibly touched the man's heartstrings.

"Come here." The man in Tsing Yi said lightly.

The woman with a begonia flower was a little puzzled, but she still chose to comply, half-kneeling in front of the man in Tsing Yi, her head hanging down slightly, her long eyelashes were like a cicada wing, and a pair of pupils were like two black gems.

Gentleness, courtesy, obedience, and non-resistance, this is the characteristic of a woman in white, so that the man in Tsing Yi can not find any defects, but the man in Tsing Yi knows that this woman should not be so submissive.

"Why did you remind me?" The man in Tsing Yi suddenly spoke.

"What did Childe say?"

"You could have not said the lock poison in your body, why did you tell me, aren't you afraid that I will hurt your life in a fit of anger?" The man in Tsing Yi looked at Luo Qisu calmly.

"If you don't say it, won't the son hurt the life of the concubine? Since it's the same to say and not to say, why choose not to say it? Luo Qisu also raised his eyes to look at the man in Tsing Yi.

"That's not the answer in your heart."

"What kind of answer does Childe want?" Luo Qisu asked rhetorically, a pair of watery eyes looked very calm, "The prince undresses the concubine's clothes, and the concubine's body and mind are not a temptation?" Gongzi already knew that the concubine had heart poison in her body, but she still used this way to test the character of the concubine. Even so, the concubine body will not be resentful, because the concubine body has no qualifications to be angry. The son is the son, the concubine is the concubine, the son can do whatever he wants, but the concubine can't. Childe's orders can only be obeyed, and the concubine body is just a leaf of duckweed in the eyes of Childe. Childe, are you satisfied with the answer to the concubine's body? ”

The man in Tsing Yi finally looked at the woman in front of him and said slowly, "You think too low of yourself? ”

"Does Childe think that Oiran is not a Qinglou woman?" Luo Qisu laughed at himself.

"You are the pride of the sky."

Luo Qisu's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Since the son knows the identity of the slave and maid, he should know that the slave and the maid are guilty of sin." ”

Slaves? The man in Tsing Yi sighed, but the more he said, the more wrong he became.

"Do you have a dream?" The man in Tsing Yi asked suddenly.

"What Childe said is a long-cherished wish?" Luo Qisu raised his eyes and asked.

"Hmm."

"Childe is asking seriously?"

"Hmm."

"The son asked seriously, and the slave didn't dare to deceive the child. Slaves and maids have no dreams. ”

"Why?"

"Because slaves and maids never need long-cherished wishes."

Seeing the man in Tsing Yi staring at him, Luo Qisu explained softly, "Even if you don't ask, the slave knows that Gongzi must have his own long-cherished wishes, and they are far more ambitious than ordinary people's long-cherished wishes. But slaves and maids are different from sons, slaves and maids are different from ordinary people, slaves and maids do not have long-cherished wishes, because slaves and maids know that those long-cherished wishes are out of reach. ”

"Is it just because you're a woman in the Qinglou?"

The man in Tsing Yi raised his voice obviously, but Luo Qisu still replied calmly, "Yes." ”

"I have removed the lock poison for you, you can live the rest of your life incognito, no matter if you marry a woman or whatever, no one will know about your past."

"A slave for a day, a slave for life."

"I don't know what to do." The eyes of the man in Tsing Yi became cold, while the woman in white was still calm.

"Does Childe think that the concubine is incorrigible?"

The man in Tsing Yi is undeniable.

"But when did the prince face up to the identity of the concubine?"

The man in Tsing Yi's eyes changed slightly, and quietly looked at the woman in white who was half-kneeling on the ground.

The woman was not flustered, and continued to say slowly, "Childe has always wanted the concubine to leave the Yanliu Painting Bridge, because Childe looks down on such a place of customs, right?" ”

The two looked at each other, and the air was as calm as a lake, until the thin lips of the man in Tsing Yi quivered.

"No, you're wrong."