Sitting on the edge of the windowsill on the third floor of the Red Dust Pavilion was a very charming man. Vertices

I saw him looking out the window, his eyes flowing, his cheeks flushed, like a shy young woman, waiting for her husband's return.

However, when you see his hand holding the wine glass, you will find that although the fingers are slender, white and distinct, it is by no means a jade hand, but a hand that only a man can have.

If you look closely, you will find that the palm of that hand is relatively thick, and there is a faint cocoon at the tiger's mouth, as if he can hold the hilt tightly at any time, which shows that he is still a person who is used to using swords.

He seemed to be very relaxed, sitting down naturally, raising his glass lightly, drinking with graceful movements and elegant postures, like a lady of the family.

However, as long as you look closely, you will find that his sword is placed in the most convenient place, his hand is ready to attack at any time, his sitting posture seems to be casual, but in fact he is always in a state of strict defense, no matter which direction you attack from, what kind of way you attack, he can make the most agile and rapid counterattack in the shortest possible time.

He never relaxed.

Sitting across from him was a woman with a graceful demeanor and a beautiful face, caressing the strings and playing the recently circulated "Butterfly".

The sound of the piano is long, with a little worry, a little grievance, but it is unstoppable, sad, and I can't help but want to listen to it and listen to it again.

This is the charm of butterflies.

This is also the most touching part of the tragedy.

The charming man seemed to be listening to music and enjoying the scenery, but he didn't look at the stunner who was playing the piano.

Even if she is the Oiran Du Jiuniang of the Red Dust Pavilion.

It was because of her beautiful voice, gentle and beautiful appearance, and her achievements in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting that she won the championship of Hongchen Pavilion.

However, the charming man was disdainful of her voice and appearance, and he asked Du Jiuniang to just play a light play.

Du Jiuniang has long been accustomed to the requirements of this guest.

Every time he came, he only ordered Du Jiuniang to accompany him, and every time he accompanied him, he neither drank nor did anything else, he just needed to sit aside and play for him.

Du Jiuniang felt that he was a very dangerous person, but she had to thank him in her heart.

She was adopted by the Qinglou since she was a child and was trained to become a talented girl in the Qinglou who was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

However, a green building is a green building after all.

When she was thirteen years old, the bustard planned to start combing for her, but she didn't expect that the first guest was this charming man, and he only came to listen to the piano.

Since then, the bustard has never let her accompany any other guests alone.

Occasionally, some princes and grandsons want to forcibly find Du Jiuniang to accompany them, and they will disappear inexplicably.

After a long time, no one dared to think about Du Jiuniang.

Only Qinglou occasionally holds some activities for its own signboard, allowing Du Jiuniang to sing and dance for everyone once, or send out a few love poems and short words, and auction her handwritten calligraphy and paintings.

Although she can't kiss Fang Ze, Du Jiuniang is even more famous because of this, and everyone knows that she is a geisha who sells her art but not her body.

The more you can't get something, the more precious it becomes.

Therefore, Du Jiuniang's reputation is also getting higher and higher, and she has even become the most famous Qinglou woman in the Yugu Continent.

She knew that this mysterious and bewitching man, although he had a gentle smile and a charming expression, his heart was colder than ice and harder than dark iron.

All those who have offended him will mysteriously disappear, as if they had disappeared from the world.

No matter how deep that person's background is, whether it is the son of a prince or nobleman, or the son of a rich family in the world.

None of them are exempt.

And he still looks calm and breezy every day.

Who is he?

It's been five years, and Du Jiuniang has never asked.

He almost didn't even look at Du Jiuniang.

It seems that he is not ordering this person, but just to order a tune.

He didn't seem to be the same today as he was at any other time, was it because of the commotion downstairs just now?

After a long time, Du Jiuniang also knew that the more charming his expression was, the more angry he was.

In the past, every time he had such an expression, someone would evaporate from the world.

And today, his expression is more feminine than ever.

Who is so unlucky?

Du Jiuniang couldn't help but sigh in her heart, and the sound of the piano seemed to become more complaining.

"Jiu Niang, do you think I'm pretty?"

The charming man asked suddenly.

It was the second time in five years that he had spoken.

The first time was to order Du Jiuniang

"You just play it for me according to the tune I ordered, don't say anything, don't ask anything, and that's what it will be like for the rest of you."

Since then, he has never said a word to Du Jiuniang.

This sudden question made Du Jiuniang not come back to her senses for a while, and looked at the charming man blankly, but she didn't reply for a long time.

And this question is very beyond Du Jiuniang's imagination.

How can this question be answered?

This is really a question that has no answer and does not need to be answered.

The charming man didn't care, Du Jiuniang looked surprised and surprised.

Just a charming smile.

That smile is actually a thousand kinds of gentleness, thousands of styles, but it makes people feel full of fear.

Du Jiuniang was just silent.

The music of "Butterfly" is still playing intermittently, as if there is nothing to play.

"Your heart is in turmoil, and the sorrow and fear in the sound of the piano have betrayed your heart."

The charming man continued.

Du Jiuniang still didn't speak, she knew that the man didn't want to talk to her.

He just had something to say.

"Although we never speak, you are the person who knows me best in the world, because for five years, you are the only one closest to me."

"Perhaps, this is the last time I will listen to you play music, there is the story of "Liang Zhu", the music of "Butterfly" is a farewell for me, and I actually have no regrets in my life."

The charming man said with tenderness.

At this moment, Du Jiuniang felt the fragile side of the charming man for the first time, what else could he not do?

Who else could make him feel so desperate?

"What is it that makes Childe so pessimistic?"

Du Jiuniang asked with difficulty.

It was the first time she had spoken to this person.

"I'm not a childe, my name is charming."

The man replied strangely.

Du Jiuniang was silent, and the last note of "Butterfly" finally disappeared in the air.

In the silent air, there is a bit of harmony and a bit of depression.

"Jiu Niang, after tomorrow, you will be free, you can choose to stay in the Red Dust Pavilion, or you can leave quietly, no one will stop you, you go out."

The charming man actually showed a bright smile.

It was as if saying goodbye to this world was a relief and a joy to celebrate.

Du Jiuniang got up slowly, bowed to the man, looked into the man's eyes, and said in an extremely sincere and soft voice:

"You're beautiful!"

Then he turned around lightly and slowly left.

Only the man was left to sit alone in front of the window, picked up the wine glass on the table, and looked out of the window silently while sipping the wine.

After a while, he looked at the rain outside the window and said softly:

"Mu Qianmei, you're finally here!"

In the calm voice, there is a bit of anticipation, and there is a bit of desolation.

And Mu Qianmei and the three people on the second floor have also sent the girl away.

There were only three of them left in the room.

The atmosphere is also a little solemn.

"We're already under the watchful eye of the other side."

Liu Tingfeng said softly in a flat tone.

"This is their territory, and it is normal that we have been in their sight since we entered the Heavenly City. As the number one organization in the killer world, their information network is no worse than ours. ”

Mu Qianmei replied indifferently.

As he spoke, there was a commotion in the lobby on the first floor.

Liu Tingfeng gently opened the curtains, and the panoramic view of the hall on the first floor was immediately in full view.

I saw a woman in red sitting alone in the center of the stage on the small stage in the hall, and in front of her was a guqin with an ancient atmosphere.

The woman in red looks like the world, but she looks furrowed.

Dressed in red, it seems to be seeing people off.

"This is the legendary Du Jiuniang, with a beautiful appearance and outstanding temperament, she is indeed a stunner in the world!"

Mu Qianmei even sighed like this.

The people in the audience were excited, and many people who were hiding in the room went out one after another and sat on the seats in the hall.

After a while, the seats were full, and people were still coming.

Soon, the empty seats on the side of the table were packed.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Many people are deeply honored to be able to see Du Jiuniang's beauty.

Du Jiuniang stroked the guqin, and the sound of the piano was together, and the noisy hall suddenly fell silent.

With the sound of the piano, she gently sang a well-known long and short sentence, "Yulin Bell" from Lingyin Academy's "Lingyin Poetry Collection", signed Liu Sanchang.

I only heard Du Jiuniang sing in an extremely sad tune

"The cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The tent of the capital door has no clue, Fang is nostalgic, and Lan Zhou is devastated.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thinking of going to a thousand miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is Shen Shen Chu Tiankuo.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, it is even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who to talk to. ”

The melody is melancholy, the lyrics are beautiful, and it makes people cry when they listen to it.

Immediately, with the accompaniment of the quiet girl, Du Jiuniang danced a dance of "Butterfly" for everyone, and danced alone, which was even more poignant.

On the stage, she seemed to have really turned into a colorful butterfly, singing and dancing lightly, as if she was saying goodbye to someone.

Her lonely figure, Miaoman's dancing, at this moment, seemed to condense into an eternal picture, deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.

Who is she sad for, and who is she saying goodbye to?