After Nanyue Chen's three cups were finished, he didn't drink it again, but quietly looked at the woman in front of him, and said with a smile: "This kind of tea has been shelved in the mansion originally, I don't know how Mama Yue got it to you, but now it is really a good person who meets a good general, and Maxima meets Bole." The jade phoenix qin has been dusty in the house for many days, I don't know if Yuechen has this honor to listen to its wonderful sound tonight, Qingran, and then stroke the qin "casually". ”

The last "Qingran", which called natural and not pretentious, drooped his eyelids and did not deliberately emphasize his identity. In fact, it is Du Qingran or Ning Ranqing, they both know each other, the name is just a code name, not her person if the name is erased, she understands this truth, and Nan Yuechen naturally understands it.

After thinking about it for a few times, he raised his head and said: "I haven't played the piano for a long time, I don't play "Will" tonight, I don't know if I can ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to cooperate with me, I will play the qin, and you will dance the sword?" She has not forgotten the origin of the song "Will", how shocking it was at the beginning, and how ironic it is now, she will never play that song again in her life.

As soon as this proposal came out, Nan Yuechen's eyes lit up, and his heart flashed with ecstasy: "Do you want to see me dance the sword?" ”

Dye Qing nodded lightly, and her long eyelashes covered it, so that the essence in her eyes would not be revealed. It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and she is not the kind of person who can do everything she can do quietly, especially in front of such a shrewd person. Before taking out the kung fu tea stunt, the tea was fragrant, first confusing the mind, and then inviting the sword dance, her attitude was contrary to the previous coldness, not to mention that it could mess with his heart, but also make him fluttering.

I only heard Nan Yuechen shout softly, and someone immediately appeared, and after listening to his orders, in just half an hour, a long sword was delivered. With the sound of "brush", the sword was unsheathed, and the red light on the hilt was faintly visible, which should be a ruby or something, and the sword body was as shiny as the moon, and the blade was sharp, which must be a sword.

Pink is given to the beauty, and the sword is matched with the hero.

But is Nan Yuechen a hero? Dye Qing smiled lightly, a monarch like him, there is no hero or not a hero at all, since ancient times, heroes have come from the battlefield, presumably even if Prince Nanshao really goes to war, he must be sitting in the commander's camp, and he is the one who plans the army. Therefore, this sword may not be of much use in his hands.

After thinking about it, a song suitable for sword dancing came to his mind, and the mysterious sound of the piano floated out of his fingertips.

Nan Yuechen's heart was shocked, he had never heard the rhythm of this kind of melody, and his mood surged with the music almost immediately.

The sword has long been unsheathed. He dances to the melody.

Like a dragon entering the water, it is at ease, like an ancient vine and an old beard hanging down slowly, and it is scattered.

The blade of the sword is flowing with clouds and water, the momentum is long, and the body is as fast as thunder. Sometimes it is majestic like a rainbow, and sometimes it is tactful and gentle like a willow. A sword is a good sword, and a sword dancer is a master. A good sword is in his hand, like a sharp sword, and like a soft light silk, alternating between hardness and softness.

And the strings that were plucked tremblingly by Dye Qing's hands spit out a beautiful sound, and suddenly they turned into arrows that broke the wind, and shot clearly into the sky. The sound of the piano is like singing and singing, and even the moon under the night sky is so amazing that I can't bear to leave.

When Nan Yuechen heard this turn, his expression perked up, and he was overjoyed, he liked such an impassioned melody more than the graceful just now. The vigorous wind dancing in his hands, the limbs stretched to the extreme, he had never tried this kind of feeling of swinging the sword to the fullest.

Ran Qing, who had been concentrating on the piano, raised his head, squinted at the dancing figure, and the sound of the piano on his fingertips did not stop. Nan Yuechen felt his gaze, and turned his eyes to see that the sword in his hand was still continuing. Her heart trembled, her eyes were like smoke and water, only to be looked at by her so softly, and suddenly her heart flew to a high place. He thought he could keep dancing as long as she was there.

Proud years, the moonlight is like a flower, the prince dances the sword, just for the Yiren.

The sword went sideways, and he tried all his tricks to leave a heavy mark in the heart of the woman in front of him who had become obsessed. The cold wind gusts on the autumn night, which can't stop the pride, even if you sweat like rain, it's worth it.

The blade of the sword slanted downward, and suddenly, his body shape had changed, like a dragon wanting to fly into the sky, ready to attack.

Zheng!

The sword was like a dragon wandering in all directions, and an agitated piano sound came unexpectedly, prompting the sword momentum. The movement did not stagnate, the strength of the waist turned suddenly, and the sword momentum changed again. The sound of the piano is stronger, like a dragon's chant, more high-pitched, and the sword dance and piano are picky, and they are perfectly coordinated and flawless.

I never thought that such a weak woman, playing soft and rigid tunes, rose sharply at this time, as if she was about to rush into the sky. He is also a person who understands the rhythm of music, so he also knows that this song is very exhausting, and most women love some lyrics and songs, but she is not. At the beginning, there was "Follow", and now there is this original song, which is less feminine and weak, more heroic, and more moving.

A complete set of swordsmanship danced over, the piano music began to end, the voice was curling, there was no previous battle sound, there was more soft sound, not abrupt, so that the sword dancer slowly turned around from the surging emotions, and gradually, the mood slowly calmed down, and the heart rhythm returned to normal.

The last move of the sword froze, the sound of the piano stopped, and the dark night suddenly fell silent.

Han Yu, who was standing on the side, was speechless in shock. Master's piano skills...... She played Ning Xiang at the beginning, and she also studied Fuqin, I dare not say that she has profound attainments, but she can also handle it, but now she listens to the master's play, and she really feels ashamed.

Tonight is full of stars, the bright moon is hanging high, the song just now and this fingering are worthy of this famous piano jade phoenix. As soon as I heard that Prince Nan said that it was the Jade Phoenix Qin, I was secretly shocked in my heart, this is a famous piano in the world, and it is hard to find a thousand gold.

She had never heard the master's song just now, but she heard the artistic conception of the song, and the master gave the soul of the song in it, so that people could follow the melody to feel the environment and mood. I believe that Prince Nan also feels the same way as her, otherwise his expression would not be as obvious as this.

She didn't know what her master had in mind, but the current situation made her a little worried. Such a delicate and glorious woman, who can not be tempted? Nan Yuechen's eyes turned from the initial interest to deep intoxication.

"What's this song called?"

Dye Qing thought for a while, and said leisurely: "There is no name, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince might as well choose a name for it?" "The rhythm of her song that incorporates many elements cannot be defined by the name of just one song, it can be said to be a completely new song.

When Nan Yuechen heard this, his eyes were shining, and he said softly: "Why don't you call it "Phoenix and Fly"? ”

Phoenix and Fly? Her heart trembled slightly, he compared himself to the phoenix, and she was a phoenix? He smiled and nodded. "His Royal Highness the Prince's swordsmanship is really exquisite." Although she doesn't know how to use swords, and sword dancing is entertainment, and it can't be compared with real kung fu, but looking at the momentum of his sword swing just now, the sword qi spreads around, but he can avoid where she is.

Nan Yuechen smiled conceitedly, he was already confident in his swordsmanship, and now that he was praised by her, he was naturally very happy. His eyebrows were dyed with joy, "Qingran, I don't know if I can be called Yue Chen, don't call me a prince again?" ”

"There is a difference between respect and inferiority, in Nanshao, you are the king, and I am just a grass people, so how can I call the name of the prince."

"What if I allow you to call that?" knew that she was deliberately prevaricating, but she just wanted to hear her name from her mouth. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince always called like this, and he invisibly distanced themselves from each other, and he called her "you and me" in front of her, that is, he didn't want to press her in the name of the prince.

Dye Qing called softly: "Yue Chen." Seeing the man's expression, her heart felt heavy, "It's late at night, and I'm tired, so let's stop here tonight." "Suddenly, I didn't have the heart to deal with it anymore, I just wanted to get out of it.

For Nan Yuechen, it's not that she doesn't miss the old love, but that there is no old love to follow between them, so it can be said that they are not even friends, they just know each other. It was her thought that she wanted to use the affection in his eyes to achieve the purpose of leaving the palace, but it caused a bloody massacre. He is the one who manipulates all of this, he doesn't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of him, whether directly or indirectly, he is the murderer.

Nan Yuechen heard her say that she wanted to end this party, and was slightly disappointed, but after thinking about it, he drank the tea she boiled, listened to her play the tune, and danced the sword with her, and now let her change her name, and in one night, he took three steps forward. So he nodded and said, "Well, I'll send you back." ”

Dye Qing didn't refuse, and walked down from the pavilion first, Han Yu picked up the jade phoenix qin behind him and followed him. Walking back along the road, the three of them were speechless, and they were sent into the wing room, and Nan Yuechen turned around and left.

When he returned to his residence, he just pushed the door in, and felt a strong fragrance coming to his nose, Nan Yuechen frowned and said: "Qianyun, what a bold son, I came here without being summoned by the prince." There was a kind of dark anger in his tone, and the original good mood suddenly disappeared because of the rich smell of fat powder.

In the past, this Qianyun was the most favored woman in his backyard, but tonight, he felt bored. Tired of this strong fragrance, tired of this woman, suddenly became intolerable.

Qianyun came out of the darkness and lit incense candles, and the darkness suddenly became dim. She leaned on Nan Yuechen's arm aggrievedly, and said quietly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has only returned to his home since he went to another country, Qianyun misses it every day, and asks the housekeeper's mother, you went to the palace, so you have to wait here to serve Your Highness." ”

The housekeeper's mother is another grandmother in his house, and she is in charge of the front and back courts with Mama Yue, and she is specifically responsible for managing these concubines in the prince's mansion.

Qianyun's delicate and weak, coquettish tone used to be very appetizing to him, but today she listens to it very twistedly.

If it was Qingran, he would not talk to him like this, but if she talked to him like this, he would definitely be relieved. It was only a brief separation, and he began to think of her soft voice, not pretentious, not flattering, faint in tone.

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