Just when this pair of lovers who have been concerned about each other for a long time were about to meet, the sound of the piano actually stopped. The picture of embracing each other under the moon in Yun'er's heart was also cleaned up by this inopportune interruption.

The rare Yaxing was interrupted, how could Yun'er be willing? crossed her waist fiercely, and she was about to release her usual aunt and grandmother's temper......

Tang Ling didn't seem to care about the upcoming violent reception in front of him, and pressed the strings lightly with both hands, completely stopping the undispersed piano sound, and then looked up at her aunt who was about to erupt: "Hmph, look, this song is not only on the sad side, right?"

"It's true, but—" Yun'er gritted her teeth, "You, for, why, want, stop, down, come?"

"Forehead ......" found that he had inadvertently interrupted his aunt's Yaxing, Tang Ling hurriedly plucked the strings again, and the music started again, and the picture that had just disappeared resurfaced in Yun'er's heart.

After a long time, the music finally came to an end.

As soon as Tang Ling's ten fingers stopped, a series of applause had sounded from his side, and he saw Yun'er clapping his hands constantly, and the displeasure that had just been interrupted by the sudden interruption was gone: "It's good, it's good! Ling, let's do it again!"

"Another song?" Tang Ling's face became extremely bitter, "Grandma, do you know what time it is?"

"I don't care, I just want to hear you play the piano again. The little mouth was flattened, Yun'er seemed to be asking, and she seemed to be coquettish.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Tang Ling stretched out her hand, gently swept away a few strands of hair on Yun'er's forehead, and then took out a pastry from Baichuan's bag and put it on the table, "This is the pastry prepared for you by Yueyao, rest after eating." ”

Hearing that Tang Ling's words were already a little serious, Yun'er didn't make a fuss, and obediently picked up one of the pastries. But she didn't stuff it into her mouth as she did before, but first took Tang Ling's hand and put the pastry squarely on his palm.

"Hmph, seeing that you are very well-behaved today, Aunt Ben is very kind and will reward you with a piece. ”

After saying this, Yun'er sat back on her chair with the rest of the pastries, still full of anticipation, and said shyly: "That, see I'm so understanding today, Ling, let's play another song." ”

Holding the pastry in her hand, Tang Ling couldn't help but smile at Yun'er's bribery and bribery, and then looked at her aunt's little face full of expectation, and finally said helplessly: "Okay, it's just one song, and I will go to bed obediently after it's over." ”

"Hmm!" Yun'er grinned, and the smile that had succeeded in her treacherous plan had jumped on her face.

Seeing Yun'er like this, Tang Ling was also helpless. After putting the pastry and wiping his hands again, he pressed it on the strings again, and between the buttons and plucks, another line of pleasant piano sounds flowed out.

"If you are happy, the music will naturally have a cheerful tune, and if you are not, it will be a different rhythm. ”

When the qin song officially began, Tang Ling squinted at Yun'er and explained.

Since the great changes in her childhood family, Yun'er has been accompanied by Tang Ling, although the so-called pentatonic rhythm music is little known, but she also knows Tang Ling's consistent style in her spare time. Although over the years, he has only touched the silk and bamboo rhyme a few times, and it is all improvised with his mood at the time, which sounds gentle and leisurely, but when he tastes it carefully, it seems to be full of thousands of words, wanting to speak, but not speaking. At this time, in Yun'er's ears, Tang Ling's doting on herself melted into it, and after savoring it, she seemed to want to travel the world with her, and for a while, she forgot to put down or taste the pastries in her hands.

But in the midst of this, it seems that there is another bit of thought that is incorporated into the sound.

The simple piece didn't last long before it ended, and Tang Ling pressed the strings again.

"Ling," Yun'er asked tentatively, "Are we going to leave Chang'an soon?"

Tang Ling didn't admit it, but touched Yun'er's head: "Did you hear that?"

Yun'er muttered: "I'm not stupid, the song you just made is full of that smell." ”

"We've been in Chang'an for almost a month, so it's time to change places to breathe. ”

"Huh, when are we leaving?"

I can't tell whether I am reluctant or looking forward to this question, but judging from Yun'er's anxious appearance, my aunt and grandmother never want to leave in the next few days, after all, she also hopes to learn more piano skills from Wang Yueyao.

"I still have a little more to do in Chang'an. Tang Ling's face was full of playfulness, "February 2nd, it's a good season." ”

On the second day of February, the dragon raised its head.

This day is also known as the "Green Dragon Festival", which means that spring returns to the earth and all things recover, but in Chang'an on this day, there are hundreds of officials and the attention of all the people.

Just because this day is the day when Emperor Xuanzong wants to coronate the new "Hades King" Qin Jingsheng.

As one of the three giants of the DPRK and one of the largest forces in the world, although the underworld is not as good as the sea of blood, this succession ceremony still ushered in the attention of the world's heroes. Whether it is civil ministers and military generals, envoys from various countries, or slightly famous organizations and forces in the rivers and lakes, they have all received invitations to the meeting. Some border commanders were unable to attend in person due to military affairs, and they would also send their adjutant generals to come on their behalf to show their attention. Today, although Chang'an is not colorful, it is still full of people.

But despite this, there are still people in Chang'an City who don't buy it.

For example, a certain aunt and grandmother.

In the morning of the same day.

In Wang Jianzhou's mansion, in Tang Ling and Yun'er's room.

"Why do you want to participate in that Qin Jingsheng's inauguration ceremony?" Yun'er pursed her mouth at this time, and she couldn't stop chewing the pastry in her mouth to show her extreme dissatisfaction, "I hate that person." ”

"I don't have much affection for Qin Jingsheng either. Tang Ling answered with a smile.

In Yangzhou that day, Qin Jingsheng first showed off his martial arts and swaggered through the market, and then took a cadre to Tang Ling and Yun'er to make disrespectful remarks, and later Tang Ling punished him with a small punishment, but this could not weaken Yun'er's dislike for him. Therefore, after hearing that Tang Ling was going to participate in today's succession ceremony, her aunt and grandmother were already one hundred and eighty unhappy, and after hearing Tang Ling's opinion on Qin Jingsheng, her small mouth puffed up even more: "Then you still want to participate?"

"Without him, I'm just going to build momentum for your grandfather Changhe. ”

As if he had expected Yun'er to ask such a question, Tang Ling replied with a little playful smile, at this time he had already changed into clothes and costumes that represented the status of the prince, and his detached temperament overlooking all living beings was similar to the image of the big villain who laughed and played in the past: "Everyone in the Blood Sea will also be present today, don't you want me to help them frustrate the spirit of the underworld." ”

Yun'er was still reluctant: "If it's to help Grandpa Changhe and them, I don't care, the main thing is how do you plan to help?"

"Since I am respected by the world as the King of the Storm, I naturally show up to help in the way that the King of the Storm and Cloud should be. Tang Ling deliberately maintained a sense of mystery.