The man walked step by step, and the unique magnolia fragrance on the big slab penetrated bit by bit.

Even if Dong Qianmo blindfolded his eyes, he knew who that person was. She slowly raised her head and looked at those eyes that were as cold as ever, and her soul disappeared in an instant.

There was a tear mole in the corner of his eye, but the man never cried.

Once upon a time, she spent three years admiring him; As a married wife, she spent three years warming his heart; As the next cousin, she spent another whole year hating him.

But in the end, she sadly found that she couldn't hate this man.

She can unscrupulously put her hatred on others, but she can never really hate the person who really failed her.

The happiness of those flashes and moons in the past is the only heart-warming memory she has left. Even though behind that happiness is a cliff, and there are white bones below.

In the end, Wei Moqin, a talented woman of a generation, is just one of the many women who are infatuated with Yu Wentan beyond her strength.

Looking up, she looked at Yu Wentan in the middle of the guest seat.

Yu Wentan also happened to look at it, her plain light green maid skirt made him frown, and he said slightly, "Start with you, fourth cousin, let's listen to a song." ”

Dong Qianmo was stunned for a moment, and the fifth lady Dong Lianyue, who had been silent, smiled sweetly, and said something to solve the siege: "This score is too difficult, even Mr. Jiaoqin shook his head when he saw it, only the second sister can play the whole song, or the second sister will come first." ”

Yu Wentan was noncommittal, and his dark eyes were deep and unfathomable.

Dong Xuanying also knew that no one here would play better than her, so she didn't shirk and was the first to start playing the piano.

Twist lightly, push slowly, jade finger orchid, full of posture.

Just listening to the beginning, you know that she has more than ten years of piano learning foundation, and she has definitely worked hard. As the daughter of the Dong family, her father and mother love her and her sister flatters, it is really rare that she can work so hard.

However, Dong Qianmo listened to a verse, but secretly shook his head, not good, he went astray at the beginning.

Also shaking his head was one of the guests invited by Yu Wentan. The man was tall and straight, like a martial artist, but he was dressed as a scholar, and there was a sense of nonchalance between his eyebrows.

Yu Wentan asked: "Why did Brother He Xian shake his head, could it be a mistake?" ”

The scribe shook his head again.

Yu Wentan said in a deep voice: "The queen mother is sick, we have the heart to do our filial piety, I heard that the queen mother once heard a song "Fried Tang Snow", which can relieve the pain after listening, but unfortunately no one in the palace can play this song. It just so happened that my uncle said that some cousins were learning the piano, so he took the score to them and let them try it. Today, I invite you to give you advice. ”

"Does Your Highness really want me to speak?" The scribe asked rhetorically, with a smile on his lips, "But I'm afraid that after saying this, Miss Dong Er won't play the piano in the future." ”

Yuwen frowned like ink, but at this moment, he frowned.

King Zaojun, who was also a guest, came to hang out, he didn't know any rhythm, but he felt that the sound of the piano was quite good, so he couldn't help but say: "He Jianxiao, you have something to say quickly!" The implication is that you think she doesn't play well? ”

Dong Qianmo also wanted to hear what He Jianxiao had to say, so he couldn't help but look at him twice.

The flying eyebrows are in the sideburns, the eyebrows are clearly distinguished, and the wind god is unique, forming an indescribable temperament, which is neither good nor evil. Strange, it seems that this person has been seen somewhere.

There was a smile in his eyes, and as she looked at him, he looked at her without shying away from it. She withdrew her gaze and looked down in thought.

I only heard He Jianxiao say: "Actually, I am not an expert in listening to the piano, whether the music is good or not, I have to listen to the opinions of Lord Liu and Master Pan." It's just that as a doctor, I don't look good at Miss Dong Er, and if I continue to play this method, I'm afraid it won't last long. ”

Strange to say, he had just made such an assertion, and the sound of the piano on that side suddenly hissed, and there was a feeling of exhaustion.

The rhythm is no longer beautiful, and Dong Xuanying still insists on playing.

Gradually, the king of Zaojun became impatient, smashed the table with a punch, and shouted under the corridor, "I haven't had breakfast yet, do you have venison fried buns and give me a few to deal with!" ”

The maid knew that it was a distinguished guest, so she didn't dare to slack off, and replied: "The slave let the kitchen arrange it." ”

Gugu~~ Another guest's stomach rang, and he complained: "The king of Zaojun listened to "Fried Tang Snow" but wanted to eat fried meat buns, which really burned the qin and boiled the crane, which ruined the artistic conception of this song. ”

King Zaojun pouted: "Ah, isn't your stomach screaming too?" How to fry begonias and snow to eat, inexplicable, ugly to death! ”

It was not loud, but it fell on everyone's ears.

Dong Xuanying's piano music could no longer be played, and her slender ten fingers brought out a piercing cracking sound on the strings. A crystal teardrop silently slid down the pink cheek.

The king of Zaojun cried when he saw that the good beauty said that he was crying, and several guests next to him slanted at him with white eyes, so he added unconvinced: "Anyway, I don't think this kind of song is suitable for the Queen Mother." ”

Yuwen Tan was silent for a moment and said, "It's not that the music is bad, it's that you can't find a smart piano master." But Brother He Xian, why do you expect this song to fail? ”

He Jianxiao smiled, "I'll talk about this later, it's better to let me guess again, I guess that young lady may stroke "Fried Tang Snow". ”

Dong Qianmo raised his head slightly, and with three points of surprise, his gaze was falling on his face.