After Qingyun went out, Yunqing turned a few more pages of the script.

Yongyun stood bored for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, you have been sitting here for an hour, and your waist is rusty if you don't walk anymore." ”

"If you find it boring, go for a walk in the small garden with Qingyun." Yun Qing flipped through a page of the book, and he was looking at it: "When you go out, let people add tea." ”

Yongyun puffed his cheeks, and if he couldn't make a plan, he had another plan: "Your Highness, you haven't played the piano for a long time, and now you just have nothing to do, do you want to practice your hands?" ”

Yun Qing's eyes were certain, and he put down the script and said helplessly: "You girl, you will not be happy when you are idle." ”

Yongyun smirked, grabbed Yun Qing's arm and coquettishly said: "Your Royal Highness, you just practice the piano, the slaves and maids and eunuchs want to hear it." ”

Yun Qing deliberately made a dissatisfied gesture, raised her eyebrows and reprimanded her: "Your sister Yongling can also play the piano, if you want to listen to the piano, go to her, what are you to me, the pianist who plays the piano for you?" ”

"Your Highness......" Yongyun sat on the ground and hugged her thighs, "Your Highness, Your Highness......"

"Alright, alright." Yunqing couldn't stand the little girl's coquettishness to her, so she pinched her nose and responded.

As Yongyun said, she didn't play the piano for a long time, and several guqin furniture stored in the Qin Pavilion fell into ashes.

Yongyun complained angrily: "The slaves and maids are all His Highness's too indulgence of those girls, look at what they have become lazy, they can't even do such a trivial thing as sprinkling dust, and they have to be cleaned up by His Highness himself." ”

"I don't come once in ten days and half a month, and they can't figure out when I'm coming, so it's understandable to be lazy." Seeing Yongyun's resentment, she hurriedly said with a smile: "But it's their fault to be lazy, just turn around and punish the big admonition, and deduct half a month's monthly money." ”

Yongyun didn't dare to take an inch, bent down to wipe the stool clean, set up the piano stand again, and pushed Yunqing to clean his hands: "Your Highness will try the sound, and the slave will open the window." ”

Yun Qing sat in front of the piano stand, tidied up the skirt, plucked with his fingertips on the strings, and began to play after trying the tone a few times.

She played the song made when the court Taifu Chu Jinshen was young, he was unnamed, and few people have heard it, Yunqing just heard the Taifu play by chance when he was young, and he only felt that the affection in the song was deep, and the music was endless and the meaning was endless, so he kept it in mind.

The sound of the piano is ethereal, leisurely and tactful at the beginning, as if the men and women who have met for the first time are trying to get closer, the men are frivolous and young, the women are shy and brave, and there is only a line between them and the hand. Suddenly, the sound of the piano is slower, the sound of the piano becomes cold and mournful, there are lovers who are forced to separate, people who love each other are separated, how much they love each other, and how painful they are when they are separated.

The love is deep, the fingertips on the strings are slightly paused, followed by the sound of the piano suddenly turned high and eager, as if the man chasing love is doing the final chase for the beloved girl, the piano sound is coming to the end, the tune gradually turns to cheerful and bright, the men and women who have gone through the twists and turns and dangers finally have lovers and finally become married, and the heavy dark clouds are removed, the sky above the head is blue, the clouds are white, and the time is quiet.

Yongyun's eyes lit up with tears when he listened, and two low choked voices came out of his throat.

Outside the palace wall of Changle Palace, there are groups of some palace people, some leaning on the wall, some looking up at the faint figure in the attic, and some are secretly crying, but even if they are crying, even the crying is very low, and no one speaks out loud, for fear of disturbing this wonderful piano sound.