The night was getting darker.

The black lines scribbled thickly and arbitrarily in the sky, like gauze to bandage wounds, layer upon layer, wrapping the moon hidden behind the clouds, and the sky was gloomy.

The sound of silk and bamboo wanders silently and disorganized, but it is not chaotic, but it is poignant and tender, like a low parting word, not complaining of parting hurt.

Otoqin stood outside the door and listened attentively, without the slightest hint of interrupting.

She leaned her back against the door, and the candle flame in the room reflected her figure on the door, and Yitang found out early in the morning, and he knew exactly who this back was, but he didn't have the courage to open the door and ask her what she was doing here.

He didn't dare to open the door until the figure on the door faded from the door, but he found that the piano had not gone far, and was looking up at the moon in the sky.

"Why are you here?" Yitang asked with a frown.

Hearing this, Yin Qin wanted to squeeze out a trace of ruthlessness from her wavering gaze, but she couldn't, she didn't dare to look at Yitang and said, "It's just going to the wrong place." "I told a lie.

Yitang frowned deeper, and said in a cold tone: "But you have been standing in front of my door just now." ”

Yin Qin was stunned for a long time before answering, and said with an unnatural expression: "I, I'm just here to see." ”

Seeing her like this, Yitang couldn't help but smile, and his handsome demeanor was mixed with a little sarcasm, and said, "Come and see me?

Yin Qin stared at Yitang for a long time, throwing away her usual nobility and arrogance, and unconsciously lowered her voice: "It's not me." Then before Yitang could react, he fled from here.

She didn't know why she couldn't say anything, and she didn't know why she seemed to be a little overwhelmed...... Is it because Yitang said before that he doesn't like her anymore?

Yitang stood stunned in place, but found that there seemed to be a purse where Yinqin was standing just now, he approached and picked it up, but his pupils constricted, and he muttered in disbelief: "This, this is not what I gave her before, why is it still there......?"

After a long time, he turned his gaze to the direction where Otoqin had left, and his eyes were filled with tears, and when the tears slid down his cheeks, everything was clear.

When Yinqin left from the front of the house with fast footwork, he ran directly on the road, and his heart hurt so much that he could hardly breathe.

That night, she had not fallen asleep, and she had been thinking of the sound of the piano until the early hours of the morning, and the sound of the piano had been in her mind, and for some reason she always felt that this song was somewhat familiar, as if she had heard it there.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already the early morning of the second day, and when she first woke up, there was nothing unusual, but when she got out of bed, her legs and feet were a little weak, and there was a buzzing sound in her ears.

But after she took a few more steps, her body returned to normal.

As soon as she tidied up her clothes and opened the door, Yin Chengcheng appeared in front of her and handed her a letter at this time.

Yin Qin was stunned for a while before taking the letter and reading it carefully, but she found that this handwriting was a tang, and the clear handwriting was like a lifetime.

After Yin Chengcheng saw it, he left here very well, but he was relieved for the two of them.

Otoqin took the letter and returned to her room, where the morning sun shone in through the openwork window, filling the room with warmth.

Otoqin carefully opened the letter, stroked it with her fingers, and looked at it with her eyes.

The title of the letter is the person I love, the writing is as detailed as a song, and the book is written: it is a Chinese note, with everything. I want to know, so I don't need to spend my pen and ink. Although I marry someone else, and I am not a husband and wife, my love for you remains the same. I just hope that I and you can join hands side by side, low and low, what is silent? Why not sue? Every time I think of this, my heart is longing. I will write a letter of resignation to the sorrowful fox, and then grow old with your white head, I only hope that you will treat you sincerely in the future.

Yin Qin slowly closed her eyes, crystal clear tears slipped down her face, what else could she say? It refolded the rice paper, the throbbing in her heart could not be stopped, and then she placed the rice paper on top of a red wedding dress, caressing its lines, everything was beautiful and warm.

She also replied to a letter, picked up the brush on the bookcase and dipped it in a few drops of ink, rendered it on the paper, stroke by stroke, love and story: You will wait for Qing to marry, and then wander the world, holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son.

At this time, the cold winter wind lingers in the light air, blowing the melodious sound of the piano far away, and the white sleeves sing and dance in the wind, like snow-white floating clouds. His eyes were closed, and his satin hair soaked up all the sunlight and shone brightly in the warm and crisp morning hours.

His fingertips fluctuated on the strings, like weeping, false and true, a song that was fascinating.

Then Yin Qin went to investigate the poisoning of the lord all day, and questioned all the palace maids and guards who had participated in the wedding banquet that day, but she did not get an accurate clue, and the day passed like this, as if she was doing nothing, but she was also anxious.

In the end, after making sure that Yitang was still unharmed, she dragged her tired body to rest, and soon after she closed her eyes that day, she heard the sound of the piano again in the haze.

On the third night, just as she was about to fall asleep, the sound of the harp came again—

She couldn't help but wonder about something, her body was a little out of strength yesterday and today, just like that, the thoughts in her mind began to turn, she thought for a while, she got up and got dressed, and went to the room where she was.

A burst of urgent footsteps interrupted the beautiful music, and a figure appeared in front of Suhe's eyes under the moonlight, the expression on Yinqin's face was very solemn, and she asked and said, "What have you listened to me in the past two days?"

Shuhe smiled indifferently, suppressed the unhappiness to the bottom of his heart, and said in a sign without raising his head: "I didn't expect you to find out so soon." ”

Yin Qin didn't sit still, just looked at Shuhe, and then pulled out the sword at his waist and scolded: "Hurry up!"

"You're the owner of the altar, don't you know what this is?" Shuhe pushed the atmosphere to a point of explosion, but there was also a fierce energy, "If you have anything to say, sit down and speak slowly." ”

Otoqin became anxious, and brought the sword in her hand closer to Suwa's neck.

Su He didn't flinch at all, and said lightly: "It's just a song that is fascinated." ”

As soon as these words came out, Otoqin's movements immediately froze, and her breathing stagnated at this moment, and her eyes widened in disbelief. She knew what the piece meant to their musicians, and she knew what it would happen to her.

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