Rong Ruo was on the other side of the high platform, she stood indifferently with the guqin in her arms, the white veil was blowing in the wind, except for a pair of eyes, she couldn't see anything else, the fallen leaves rolled up by the wind hit her pink dress, and the bow on her waist was in close contact, and then slowly fell to the ground.

Looking at the fallen leaves on the soles of her feet, Rong Ruo'er, just now joked that when she played it, she let Banxia sprinkle the fallen leaves, this girl really believed it, and went to collect it.

Waiting for Banxia to come over happily with the fallen leaves of a skirt, Rong Ruo smiled kindly: "Banxia, do you think Miss Ben is such a stupid person?" ”

"Huh?"

"Falling leaves, I'm not afraid of poking myself blind?"

When the leaves of ginkgo biloba fall, the branches are long and sharp, and the leaves are relatively thick.

"Woo, Miss, you fool me!"

If you don't feel guilty, who made you stupid.

Banxia let go of her hand, let the fallen leaves on her skirt scatter on the ground, and said to her fingers: "Then did the young lady think of what to do?" ”

Rong Ruo raised her eyebrows and smiled confidently: "Compared with the sound of the qin, this girl will compare with them." ”

So, there was a scene of Banxia coming to power.

……

Fang Zhanshu first stretched out his hand, pulled one out of Banxia's hand, and said with a smile: "King Jing, I heard that this Miss Rong is your fiancée. ”

Mu Beichen bowed slightly: "Dean Fang only has to act impartially. The implication is that you don't have to give him face.

Banxia pouted, the prince really didn't show any affection at all.

Banxia dragged his hand forward again, and shouted in his heart, the prince came to see me here, hey, I dragged my hand for a long time, it's very sour.

"No, what this king doesn't want to see, naturally can't see it."

Banxia blinked, and was about to ask what it meant, Mu Beichen closed his eyes, looking like he was closing his eyes.

With Mu Beichen and Fang taking advantage of the neglect, the other officials on the high platform all received ribbons and tied them up, more interested than impatient, and they all wanted to see what Rong Ruo wanted to do.

The people above didn't say anything, and the people below naturally cooperated very well, and Banxia walked around, basically one for each person, and they were all covered.

It's a little worse, or those ladies and ladies who have a habit of cleanliness cover their eyes with silk handkerchiefs.

Even if the eyes were covered by the ribbon, there was still a hazy white light in front of them, and the person seemed to enter the chaotic and confused space with the sight, and he was a little uncomfortable all of a sudden.

During the period when they were still adjusting, a light voice provoked, melodious and clear, like a mountain spring among the green mountains, clear and unrestrained, like a breeze floating by the willow tops, soft and beautiful, and like a colorful butterfly fluttering in a hundred flowers, delicate and light......

The sound of the piano is first low like a whisper, then it turns into an ethereal catkins in the wind, and then becomes calm like a pine cliff.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano changed, and suddenly it was impassioned, and when it reached a high place, another piano sound fell into the air.

After a few urgent sounds, it turned low again, and so on several times, it seemed that it was always hanging on people's hearts and could not be put down. This piano rhythm hurts her fingers, but Rong Ruo seems to be in harmony with it, and she is a little suspicious of the unexpected fit, as if this is a piano score written specifically for her.

Rong Ruo also closed his eyes, plucked and jumped on the strings with both hands, and every note fit perfectly, not light or heavy, should be urgent and slow, and the tone was frustrated.

This song is like a spell, so that everyone's hearts are empty, only immersed in this song, people's eyes began to appear in front of various occasions, it is a dream-like scene, there are flowers blooming, the blue sky is clear, psychedelic colorful light is softly sprinkled down, like a holy fairy, gently brushing your face, heart, is so peaceful, never had peace.

Liu Siyi is a person who is a person with a sound rhythm, and has even been accompanied by qin, chess, calligraphy and painting for more than ten years, this song is not shocking to her, but the transparency of washing the soul, comfortable and turbulent, smashing her retreat, and finally slowly closing her eyes, only feeling the baptism of the music.

Even the chess eyebrows gradually sank down from the original resentment, and a beautiful picture unfolded in front of her eyes.

Within the high walls, in addition to the wind moving and the leaves falling, between heaven and earth, only the sound of the piano surrounds.

However, Banxia was the only one who opened his eyes and watched Rong Ruo play intently, his eyes seemed to be swirling, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his smile was misty and sweet.

When everyone was fascinated, Mu Beichen suddenly opened his eyes, his dark eyes were clear and fierce, and swept straight towards Rong Ruo, just like the wind in early winter, cold but not biting.

Mu Beichen didn't like this feeling of being controlled, so when a picturesque and dreamlike scene suddenly appeared in front of him, he woke up instantly, this song was a bit evil, but it didn't seem like a simple music.

However, it is undeniable that the piece is excellent, both emotionally and technically, impeccable.

Mu Beichen rarely stayed on a person for too long, but at this moment, he looked at the woman in the center of the stage in front of him, her pink clothes fluttering, and her black hair dancing wildly, like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal dust, pure and refined.

Her face was covered with white veil, and even her eyes were closed, only to see the long eyelashes hanging down on her eyelids like a feather fan, and the fragmented hair gently swept across her smooth and white forehead.

Even the sunlight penetrated the thick ginkgo tree, unscrupulously shining on the woman's body, covering her whole body with a faint luster, which was incomprehensible.

The sound of the piano returned to the gentle spring breeze of March, comfortable and soft, Rong Ruo felt a burning light that could not be ignored, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his head.

The line of sight is handed over, one is cold and introverted, and the other is light and distant.

Mu Beichen's eyes were deep, with scrutiny-like inquiry, and Rong Ruo's eyes were clear, filled with the brightness of the sun.

However, no matter who it is, they seem to be a little angry and refuse to avoid it first, and they are spying on each other's secrets with their eyes in a trance, but in the end, the deep and secluded are too deep and secluded, and the clear is too clear, and nothing can be seen.

……

At the end of the song, everyone couldn't come back to their senses for a long time, and when they came out of the illusion composed by the piano sound, they were a little unsatisfied.

So, almost with the same aspirations, they took off the ribbon and immediately looked at the high platform, which was empty, with only one table and chairs.

It was strangely quiet, and I could only hear the rustle of the leaves in the wind, until I don't know who shook his hand and knocked over the teacup on the table......

"The old man has heard such a wonderful song for the first time in his life."

"Wonderful, wonderful, this song should only be in heaven."

……

Mrs. Yan Xiao Hongmei turned sideways: "Is it King Jing's fiancée who played just now?" ”

"Yes, her name is Rong Ruo." Yan Hui listened to the comments of the people around him, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Rong Ruo always surprised people.

"This woman is not simple." Xiao Hongmei smiled faintly.

Fang Xin bit her lip, a little unwilling, let Rong Ruo be in the limelight, and now she is a little resentful of Liu Siyi They are too uncompetitive, and more jealous.

Mrs. Chu Lin Yuanxiu kicked Chu Wangzhi's heel: "It's all your son's fault!" ”

Chu Wangzhi's face was full of innocence, and he spread his hands and smiled: "Madam, what does this have to do with Chu Feng?" ”

"I've heard, this girl can become Princess Jing or your good son's credit, you say that he is so stupid like whom, when he encounters such a thing, he should start first, raw rice is cooked and cooked, how can he make wedding clothes for others."

Chu Wangzhi just wanted to say that it had nothing to do with him, but Lin Yuanxiu glared: "It's all your fault." ”

"This ......" has nothing to do with him, so wronged, coughed, and straightened his face: "Madam, it seems that you should be more worried about your son cooking too much rice." "Maybe one day a large group of hairy boys will run to the door to confess their relatives.

Lin Yuanxiu waved his hand: "Impossible." ”

"Why?"

"Little madmen are measured."

The corners of Chu Wangzhi's mouth twitched, feeling that his wife was a little blindly confident.

Rong Ruo is a song, a blockbuster, everyone reminisces in the music just now, and there is no movement for a long time.

If they get together, they always have different opinions and insist on their own words, but this time, they just want to find fault and can't find a flaw.

On the high platform, the officials seem to be still intoxicated by the rhythm just now, they are sitting here this time, each of them has a very high talent for music theory, the so-called sympathy for each other, and more emotional-

"This tune is finely tuned, the piano sound is high, and the most rare thing is that the heart is like clear water, so that such a tune can be played."

"Yes, those who take the skill of the piano sound are considered small achievements, and those who take artistic conception are considered great achievements, like the song just now......" Speaking of this, the official paused, as if looking for the right word.

Someone next to him slapped the palm of the paddle on the armrest: "The human environment is one." ”

There are many people who play the piano well in the world, and there are many difficult and skilled piano scores, which is like a peerless good sword, no one can tell which one is the first in the world, depending on whether the person who uses it is suitable.

Only by finding the one that fits the soul can you wield the most exquisite kung fu.

Fang took advantage of the silence, his cloudy eyes focused on the distance, slowly converged, and the sunlight penetrated a trace of light from the ginkgo tree and fell into a point, this point gradually expanded, the old man's pupils suddenly contracted, his five fingers were clenched into a fist and knocked on the armrest, and his voice was a little strangely hoarse: "This is "Yue Fan Xilu". ”

Other officials who had not heard of it exclaimed-

"What, this is "Yue Fan Xilu"?"

"Isn't it lost?"

"No wonder this song is lofty and unpredictable."

……

According to the old man's knowledge, it is normal to know the existence of the piano score "Yue Fan Xilu", but after all, this piano score has been lost for a hundred years, and it is a little strange for him to hear Rong Ruo play a song, besides, Mu Beichen noticed that Fang Qianshu's expression was a little strange.

The old man's red face was slightly distracted, as if he was trapped in some memory, his cloudy eyes went from sluggish to shining, Mu Beichen narrowed his eyes, was the old man surprised or excited?

"King Jing, can the old man see Miss Rong?" Fang Zhan Shu tried his best to press his beating heart, and his tone was slightly weird because it could be suppressed.

"Dean Fang, if you want to ask about "Yue Fan Xilu", it is useless to look for Rongruo."

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