"Is it really good to live in solitude like this?" Seeing that he was stunned, Huang Qingwan couldn't help but soften the expression on his face a lot, "The person who used to be with you must want you to be happy and happy in this world, right?" ”

"What do you know?" Huang's words made Emperor Wuxian cold in an instant, and he had never told her about those things.

"Didn't you say that you saw a woman side by side with you in the sound of the acacia?" Huang Qingwan had to think about it, did Emperor Wuxian have Alzheimer's disease, and he took the silk back from him, and asked her how she knew about the past?

"Yes, you saw it all?" Emperor Wuxie's gaze fell on Huang's hand grabbing his sleeve, back then, Yuqin also liked to grab his sleeve like this.

After so many years, he can still clearly remember Yuqin's appearance, eyebrows, eyes, lips, nose, every place.

Yes, the person he loves the most will always be Yuqin, and the person he is waiting for is also Yuqin, not Huang Qingwan, not her.

It's just that he didn't expect that Huang Qingwan would be able to see his past in the acacia music.

Yufu once gave Huang Qingwan an old sheet music, although Huang Qingwan did not understand the rhythm, but it also played out.

"Yufu once looked for me." Huang looked at him lightly, and slowly let go of the hand that was grabbing his sleeve, "She gave me a roll of sheet music, saying that it was a piece written for you by an old man of yours." ”

Huang Qingwan said as he took out the old sheet music from his personal space.

She wasn't interested in Emperor Wuxie's past, but she didn't want to look at the sadness that would never melt away in his pale golden eyes.

That is, the sadness that makes people feel congested.

Emperor Wuxian didn't expect that Yufu had gone to her and given her such a thing, and as soon as that old piano score came out, he was about to be petrified.

On it, there is the breath of Yuqin!

The score is very old, after more than 6,000 years, it has long been a little mottled, but fortunately, the notes on it are very clear-

Emperor Wuxian put down the golden war spear that Huang lightly pulled, and slowly unfolded the old piano score, every time he read it, his heart hurt a little.

It's obviously a sheet of music, but it's like a letter written by Yuqin to him, every note is Yuqin's mind, indescribable feelings and helplessness-

Huang Qingwan stood aside, looking at Emperor Wuxie's face, from the cold winter to the ice, she naturally knew that Yufu did not give the piano score to Emperor Wuxie, of course she had a reason.

But Huang Qingwan felt that the owner of the piano score must have something to say to him, so he would write such a piece for him.

Although she couldn't understand it, she also felt the extremely strong affection-

Huang Qingwan thought that that woman must be in love with Emperor Wuxie, as deeply in love as she loved Emperor Qianji.

Emperor Wuxian carefully held the sheet music, as if he had traveled through more than 6,000 years of time in an instant, and seemed to be able to vaguely see that the beautiful and vulgar woman in a white dress with a moonlight was sitting on the side of the pear blossom wood case, with black hair like a waterfall, splashing out, like a gorgeous splash of ink.

Under the cold moonlight, the jade fingers moved slightly, the piano sound was faint, and between the fingers, there was a beautiful sound like a heavenly sound.

He stood in the distance, listening quietly, the scars in his heart seemed to be peeled off layer by layer, rippling layer by layer, just looking at her playing the piano, he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Your Highness, I only wish that you are well-"