Chapter 30: The Banquet of Qionglin (3)
"I'm sorry, Qinfeng Pavilion has been delayed." Qin Yan retracted his gaze and said lightly, he didn't give any courtesy to the two high-ranking princes, and only put the Qin in his arms on the stone table in the pavilion.
Hey, Yao Qingmu subconsciously took a light breath, what is the origin of this man, not only has a good skin, but also a big shelf, he doesn't take the prince in his eyes, but he is really more arrogant than himself.
"Just in time, we've just sat down." Rong Yun didn't seem to mind or be surprised by his unreasonableness, smiled and made a gesture to signal him to sit opposite him, just facing the direction of the stream.
"Since Gongzi Qin is sitting here with the royal brother, then I will also go down and have a good time with my brother-in-law."
Without waiting for Rong Yun to say something, Rong Yan, who finally found an excuse to leave, squinted a pair of peach blossom eyes and walked out of the pavilion with the folding fan in his hand.
The subordinates, who were good at observing words and feelings, hurriedly moved a set of cushions and a small table and put them beside Yao Qingmu.
Rong Yan stretched out his hand again and moved the cushion to Yao Qingmu's side before sitting cross-legged. Since then, he has been sitting side by side with Yao Qingmu.
Seeing that Yao Qingmu didn't wait to see her gaze, Rong Yan leaned into her ear with a smile and explained, "It's too crowded in the pavilion, it's better to be here with my brother-in-law." ”
Yao Qingmu pursed his lips, this guy's ability to open his eyes and talk nonsense is better than himself, although the pavilion is small, it is still no problem to sit five or six people.
After everyone sat down, Rong Yun stood up and announced, "Then let's start." Today is more relaxed, all poems do not have titles, and it is also possible to recite famous poems. ”
Isn't it, Yao Qingmu is a little dumbfounded, these literati are too hypocritical, do you still have to carry poetry with you when you drink wine?
The servant placed a wooden wine cup with a bottom and ears on both sides at the source of the spring.
Qin Yan raised his wrist lightly and put it on the qin, and the wide sleeves slid down, revealing a pair of slender and graceful jade hands.
originally thought that he was wearing plain white clothes, but at this time, a little silver light flashed at the cuffs, and Dingqing looked at it, only to find that the cuffs were embroidered with silver threads with angry magnolia flowers.
It is not easy to spot the light with your hands hanging down, and you can only see it when you raise your wrists or meet the sun.
He closed his eyes slightly, his fingers stroking the strings like a cloud, and the smooth and soothing sound of the piano slowly flowed out.
Yao Qingmu didn't understand the piano, but he felt that the sound of the piano was unusually pleasant.
With the sound of such a clear piano and the shallow stream gurgling around him, the soul seems to be born, as if all the hustle and bustle in the world has been washed clean by the sound of the piano and the clear spring.
At the sound of the piano, the wine glass that had been put into the shallow stream also drifted slowly down the current.
Yao Qingmu, who was still quite bright, suddenly realized that this was the meaning of the "Qushui Liuzhen" banquet.
To put it simply, it's very similar to the drumming and passing flowers that people play now. When the sound of the piano stops, whoever stops in front of the wine glass in the stream will make the poem, and if he can't do it, he will naturally admit the punishment and drink the wine in front of him.
Yao Qingmu had an epiphany, Rong Yun said something like today's ease just now, obviously because he was afraid that he would not be able to cope with it, and he set up a pre-excuse remark. Unexpectedly, he still cares about himself.
A certain emotion inadvertently flowed out of his heart, and he looked at the dusty man in the pavilion, but saw that his whole person was completely immersed in the sound of the piano at this time, and his eyes were distant and blurred.
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped at this time.