Han Mengfei's mind was completely immersed in Liu Wentian's four poems, the first two sentences of the poem praised Han Mengfei's peerless appearance, and the last two sentences directly explained the lovesickness of the silk piano repertoire, which also pointed out the melancholy of Han Mengfei waiting for others.

She never thought that there was a man in the world who could understand her silk piano, and she would be met by herself under such circumstances.

gladly let him stroke her silk harp, an instrument she had never let anyone touch.

It was a guqin glowing with a holy glow like moonlight, with silky smooth strings, like a woman's waist, which was pleasing to the eye.

Han Mengfei's body moved to the side, Liu Wentian sat down slowly, his hand gently stroked the bamboo-like strings, and a tactful and crisp voice suddenly sounded in the Yanbo Building.

Liu Wentian's eyes suddenly lit up, only those who personally stroked the piano could feel that the sound of the piano seemed to have some kind of mysterious connection with the starry sky, and when he stroked the strings, he clearly felt the stars he communicated with in his divine consciousness, which seemed to tremble, and seemed to penetrate the sky and run towards the distant starry sky.

With the plucking of his slender fingers, the sound of the piano fell like moonlight, and the song "Drifting Song" tactfully changed the daughterhood of the beauty next to him, and also made Liu Wentian himself immersed in the displacement of these years, immersed in the memory of the span of time and space from Tianyan three thousand years ago to Qin Ziyi three thousand years later.

After a long time, the sound of the piano stopped, but Han Mengfei felt unfinished, and her heart was still rippling with those magnificent and displaceable feelings.

He was able to play this piano, and he was able to play such a beautiful melody! It seems that all this is predestined!

Han Mengfei was for this man in her heart. With more appreciation.

"The sound of your piano seems to span thousands of years of length and heaviness. I don't know if you've read too many books and traveled too many ways. I've heard too many stories to be able to do this!"

Han Mengfei said softly, her beautiful face glowing with a moving look.

Liu Wentian looked at the white and dizzying red-clothed beauty, the waves in his heart were still there, and he muttered: "There are some things that you have experienced and felt, and you can express them." It's just that what is the name of this piano, I have never expressed those thoughts so freely!"

Han Mengfei pursed her lips and smiled: "This qin is called Silk Qin, also known as Phantom Moon Qin!"

"Phantom Moon Qin?" Liu Wentian was shocked, no wonder it could have the power to reach the starry sky, and it could make such a moving sound, expressing any tactfulness you wanted!

Because it is one of the eight great artifacts of antiquity, in that catastrophe three thousand years ago. Born with the aura of the sun and the moon, it is the same level of spirit soldier as the covering moon that Liu Wentian saw in the Moon Valley!

Han Mengfei saw Liu Wentian's strange and inquiring expression, and chuckled, "Can you not ask." Where does this piano come from?"

It's not that she doesn't know, but it's hard to say, but she doesn't want to make up stories with Liu Wentian.

"Okay!" Liu Wentian's mind immediately calmed down. chuckled, "I just need to know, this piano." It's called Silk Piano, and it's the thing of Miss Mengfei!"

Han Mengfei smiled and nodded. They sat down in front of the Phantom Moon and started chatting.

It didn't seem to need any excesses and ups and downs, the two of them seemed to be naturally familiar, and they happily spun around various topics, from the origin of Wendou to the migration of the demon clan, from the ancient history of Tianliang City, to the recent interesting events......

They also talked about the ancient war between the human race and the demon race, the ancient battlefield of the immortal city, the legend of the beast castle, and even the qin, chess, calligraphy, painting and sword, each other's hearts.

Liu Wentian had never chatted with anyone so freely, as if this girl was the empathetic spirit given to him by God, who could understand the meaning of every word he said, and even faintly guessed his thoughts.

In his divine sense, there are many residual memories of six thousand years, which are arbitrary, but they have not affected Han Mengfei's understanding of him at all, and it is natural to talk to him and make some comments that may not be so objective, but they are very personal.

In this world, there is such a woman who can immerse herself, even if she doesn't do anything, even if she just sits together and chats, she can be so pleasing to the eye, so happy that she doesn't know what day it is.

Looking at the setting sun on the lake in the distance, Han Mengfei was shocked, they had been sitting like this for too long, as if the lost time was only for a while, just for a moment.

She also sighed in her heart, there is such a man in this world, knowledgeable and with some natural humor, many hidden pasts, said in his mouth, and with a kind of pedant explanation is more meaningful.

She remembered that from her childhood to her adolescence, because of her unique life conditions, she listened to too many powerful or pedant, and told too many stories about the ancient road, but which one could tell it so thoroughly and movingly?

What Han Mengfei appreciates the most is that Liu Wentian seems to be immersed in many things, as if he is immersed in the scene, but he has his own unique views on everything, rather than blindly following those preconceived conclusions like many young people.

What kind of teenager is this, what kind of environment is this teenager who grew up? Han Mengfei became more and more surprised and fascinated by Liu Wentian, and the environment in which she grew up could certainly shape many geniuses who were both civil and military.

It's just that this young man, many things on his body actually overshadowed all the teenagers Han Mengfei knew.

Even if it is the two who are the most loved by the emperor today, in addition to the martial arts level, they are not necessarily much stronger than him in other aspects, right?

Han Mengfei stood up suddenly, through the lake under his feet, he could directly see many open places in the imperial city, especially the Jinbi Palace, although many buildings there were taller and more majestic than here, but through those buildings, he could still get a glimpse of the outline of Tianliang City.

"Do you know, although this capital is big, there are very few people who can really chat with me!"

"A lot of the time, I'm even lonely!"

Liu Wentian looked at Han Mengfei's soft red shadow, walked to her side gently, looked at the beauty of the capital city against the backdrop of the sunset, and said softly: "It's cold in high places, but in the future, you don't have to stay in high places all the time!"

Han Mengfei's eyes were like stars, she stared at Liu Wentian and smiled: "I'm not a fairy, do I want to go down to earth?"

"You don't have to go down to earth, because here is mortal dust, but the lives of many ordinary people will be more exciting than we imagined!"

When Liu Wentian said this, he remembered the feeling of Tianyan and Qin Ziyi in his divine consciousness, and the feeling that the two peerless figures of Wen and Wuwu were standing at the peak, and in this life, most of the time he lived was the life that many ordinary people were living. (To be continued.) )