Shu Nuan wore a red cloak, a collar hair as white as snow, and lined with her delicate opera makeup, which became more and more white and moving.

She sat on a bluestone platform under a plum tree, of course, those were some props on the stage, but they didn't affect her in the slightest.

Her cloak hung down on the ground, and white petals fell on it, embellishing her cloak, bright red, pure snow-white, so clear and beautiful.

Shu Nuan sat on the stone platform and bowed his head slightly to play the piano.

It's not the same as usual.

Not at all.

She wears a delicate and gorgeous crown, interspersed with pearl threads, inlaid with jewels, and two long furry tentacles hanging from both sides of the crown, which sway behind her as she plays the piano.

There are several rings of hair on both sides of the forehead, and the hair rings are also inlaid with red gemstones, and the ears are combed with thin locks of hair, half-hooked like crescents. There are also beautiful and light tassels hanging in front of the ears, slightly blowing in the wind.

Shu Nuan's eyebrows were originally the kind of very clear appearance, but at this time, with makeup, the eyebrows were outlined more slender, and the clear and beautiful peach blossom eyes were enchantingly outlined by the peach blossom red, and the red lips were lightly pursed.

Looking at the past from Sheng Qianmo's angle, I can only see the side face of the person, which is different from the number of warmth I have seen in the past, so how to describe it, it seems to be a very pure and clean person, so pure, spotless, but at this time it is rendered a little more charming and enchanting.

Innocence and enchantment are kneaded together, and it is a feeling that is difficult to describe.

Sheng Qianmo's gaze slowly fell from her delicate makeup to her fingers playing the piano.

The paulownia wood-colored piano, and her delicate white fingers plucking the strings, even the little fingers are very beautiful.

It's like a butterfly watting on the strings, fluttering, jumping.

He knew how soft those little hands were in the palm of his hand.

But he never knew that these hands could still play the piano.

And it's very nice.

Sheng Qianmo stood at the bottom, and his eyes never left the people on the stage for a moment.

He watched her play against the people on stage, looked at her smile, and listened to her soft voice spit out a thin and curved opera sound, soft and lingering, like a kitten scratching his heart, tickling.

What he was thinking at the time was that when he went back, he asked her to sing to himself alone.

I also want to sing such a soft and lingering song.

Sheng Qianmo didn't know how long he had been standing there, until the end of the song, when the people dispersed, Shu Nuan and a few people took a curtain call, and there was warm applause from the audience.

When he walked back, Sheng Nanshen turned his head and glanced at him, took a sip of wine and said slowly: "Fourth brother, you missed a good show." ”

Sheng Zhiyu's eyes flashed slightly, and then he laughed and said: "Brother Huang said that he was laughing, I think the fourth brother must have seen it in private!" Saying that, Sheng Zhiyu deliberately cast a teasing look at Sheng Qianmo in front of the emperor, "The little woman on the stage who has captivated the country and the city, looks a little familiar, Fourth Brother?" ”

Hearing this, Sheng Nanshen raised his eyebrows and looked at Sheng Qianmo, "Fourth brother still knows the people in this academy?" ”

Sheng Qianmo smiled faintly and sat down, also took a sip of wine, and said lightly: "She is from the palace of her younger brother." ”

Sheng Zhiyu snorted: "Brother Huang, don't you know, the last time I went to the Fourth Brother's Palace, I saw the little girl in the Fourth Brother's Sheng Palace, the Fourth Brother was so angry that he didn't let me say a word to the little girl!" ”

Sheng Nanshen smiled, without any expression: "I see." ”