With a click, the reel hit the ground.

In the silence of the study, the sound was exceptionally clear.

Nan Baoyi hurriedly picked up the scroll and put it back in its place, but it was like beating a drum in his heart.

Gu Chongshan, will he be the prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty back then?

But as far as she knows, now the Northern Wei Dynasty has a new crown prince, born of the noble concubine, who inherited the consistent beauty of the Northern Wei royal family, and is listed as one of the four princes in the world along with Shen Yichao.

If Gu Chongshan is really the prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty......

So when he was young, what did he go through in the palace to become what he is now, and how did he get to where he is today?

It's spring night.

The moonlight was white, the cold wind came through the window, the wide sleeves of the girl's brocade swayed gently, and the white and tender red fingertips spread a trace of coolness.

In her mind, she couldn't help but have a sentence:

- Some people are born with original sin.

This is what Gu Chongshan said at the beginning of Jianmen Pass.

She walked out of the study in a trance, there was a row of lanterns hanging under the corridor, and Gu Chongshan was kneeling on the futon, wiping the sandalwood huqin in front of her.

"Can you dance?"

He asked lightly.

Nan Baoyi shook her head.

In her previous life in the palace, Gu Chongshan also asked her this question.

She replied no, and then she was sent to the palace sect by this guy.

But in her previous life, her head was about gnawed by a donkey, and she still didn't learn it after studying for half a month, and in the end, she was disgusted by the palace maid of the Teaching Workshop Division for eating too much at every meal, and sent her back to the West Factory directly.

In this life, she still can't dance.

She thought Gu Chongshan was going to get angry.

But no.

He looked calm: "Come here, I'll teach you to play the violin." ”

His piano skills are the top in the world, and he is willing to teach, so Nan Baoyi naturally has no reason not to learn.

She stepped forward and sat on her knees on the futon next to him.

The man explained very carefully.

The night wind blew out a few lanterns, but tonight the moon was clear.

Nan Baoyi didn't listen to his explanation very carefully.

She looked at Gu Chongshan, his eyelashes were too slender, and when he lowered his eyelids, he almost covered most of his pupils, making it impossible for her to catch the emotion in his eyes.

The face is fair and beautiful, and the lips are as red as flower petals.

He was very clean, from the neckline to the cuffs, to the fingertips, it was all clean, and even carefully smoked the cold green lotus incense.

What is he talking about "bow", "barrel".

Then, the sound of flowing piano sounded quietly.

The peach blossom in the small courtyard was full of trees, and under the moonlight it was like a drifting snow hail, gently falling on his shoulders and robe.

Nan Baoyi hadn't studied the rhythm carefully, but she heard a kind of sadness in the sound of the piano.

Tears rolled down for no reason.

It was the same in her previous life, every time Gu Chongshan played the piano, she would kneel and sit on her side and listen carefully, but when she listened to it, she couldn't stop crying......

By the end of the song, the girl's light gauze skirt had been dyed dark.

Gu Chongshan put down the bow and raised his eyes to look at her.

The moonlight is lonely.

The girl's face was full of tears, her thin shoulders twitched slightly, and she was choked and unable to speak.

Gu Chongshan whispered: "Why are you crying?" ”

Nan Baoyi's eyebrows furrowed: "In the sound of the nine-thousand-year-old piano, there is a story...... It's like the battlefield is stained with blood, it's like the desolation of the deep palace, it's like the history of the history, it's like the loyal ministers have been framed, it's like the affection has been let down, it's like the child has lost the protection of his father, and the love ...... that ends without a problem."

Gu Chongshan looked at her quietly.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the girl's face.

The fingertips touched her soft white face, but they trembled slightly, and quickly withdrew it.

He took out a brand-new white handkerchief from his sleeve pocket and carefully wiped away her tears, "It's just a tune, what is there to cry about?" If you don't like it, I won't play it again. ”

Nan Baoyi choked.

She didn't avoid his handkerchief.

Gu Chongshan always lowered his eyelashes, and the imperceptible apprehension in the depths of his pupils quietly dissipated like clouds and smoke this night.

The spring thunder rolled over, and a drizzle fell from the sky.

Gu Chongshan took back his handkerchief and said softly, "Go back to the house." ”

Nan Baoyi stood up with red circles under her eyes, bowed, and turned around to go to the bedroom.

The rain that poured into the porch drenched her skirt.

He watched her disappear at the end of the porch, and said, "Go to the market and buy some skirts." ”

The little eunuch walked out from around the corner and said curiously, "Do you want to buy it for the lord of Baoyi?" But the concubine asked you to kill her, why did you raise her first? The county lord is missing, and there is a commotion outside, Xiao Yi is searching the city with the secret guards, in case he finds you-"

"Idiot!"

He suddenly changed his face, raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

"The master likes her, and she keeps it, what is it? Our master is of noble birth, how can he not be worthy of the county lord?! If there is no such thing as back then, our master is the crown prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty, how can he not be worthy of the county lord? How can you not be worthy of the county lord?! ”

The little eunuch was hysterical and hideous.

The rain fell on the verandah, slightly cool.

Gu Chongshan closed his eyes and said in a dumb voice: "Noise." ”

The little eunuch went to buy a skirt.

Gu Chongshan stood up with Huqin in his arms and slowly stepped into the study.

Outside the window, the spring rain was pouring down, and the chill gradually spread, rushing down the skin to the limbs.

Gu Chongshan sat behind the bookcase and took out a book from the depths of the drawer.

The book has been turned many times, the pages are yellowed and brittle, and there are many patterns, which explain the things in the boudoir, between men and women.

With the help of the cage fire, even if he is familiar with the content of the next page, he still reads page by page.

Nan Baoyi's voice and smile came to mind.

She didn't think he was dirty.

She wept over the sound of his piano, and she understood his rhythm.

On the beautiful face of the man, there is a gentleness that has never been seen before.

However, the hand that turned the page couldn't stop trembling slightly.

Gradually, that gentleness was replaced by anger, and he gasped with red eyes, tearing the page alive.

He chuckled twice and tore the entire book to shreds.

Shredded paper flew in the sky like withered petals.

He sat in the confetti and slowly closed his eyes.

Drizzle overnight.

Early in the morning, Nan Baoyi got up and dressed up.

I listened to Gu Chongshan's piano music last night, and I cried hard, and I was in a very happy mood when I got up.

When she changed her clothes, she found that there were more than a dozen sets of dresses in her closet, which was extremely luxurious.

She couldn't help but wonder.

Not to mention, Gu Chongshan looked cold like a stone, but he still knew women very well.

She picked out a light yellow gauze skirt and stepped out of the threshold.

In the main hall of the house, Gu Chongshan had just finished breakfast.

"Nine thousand years old is wearing court clothes, is this going to enter the palace?" Nan Baoyi stepped into the threshold, "You're not afraid that I will run away secretly?" ”

Gu Chongshan didn't pay attention to her.

He cleaned his hands and left the hall with a cold face.

Nan Baoyi couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

This guy was quite gentle last night, why did he change this morning, so moody, and he was really as perverted as Lord Quanchen.

Bird's nest porridge for breakfast.

She picked up a small bowl painted with gold and white jade, and the lotus golden spoon was her favorite style.

She took small bites.

Gu Chongshan's life experience, she already had a rough guess.

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