When Tang Ling played this song that day, Wang Yueyao listened carefully behind him, and only then did he reappear the scene the next day. In this regard, Wang Yueyao didn't say anything, but she couldn't help but feel a little proud in her heart, but she didn't expect that Yang Shouye, who was not at the scene at the time, actually had the heart and ability to re-record it.

After carefully reading the music of the qin, Wang Yueyao closed her eyes and did not speak for a long time.

Yang Shouye sat silently next to him, looking at his appearance, he seemed to be a little apprehensive.

Finally, Wang Yueyao put down the piano score: "Shouye Gongzi, this piano music was written by you yourself?"

"What Shouye does is just tidying up. Yang Shouye only spoke, but his words were still full of caution, for fear that his words would be inappropriate and make Wang Yueyao sentimental, "I was not at the scene that day, and I only listened to the music played by King Fengyun." I went home to deliberate on it alone, but I couldn't really listen to it at the time, and most of the passages were missing. Later, I discussed it with Ye Xiaoxiang and a few others, and there is now this version. A few days ago, I heard that Miss Yueyao had obtained the essence of the true biography of the Fengyun King, so she couldn't suppress the thoughts in her heart and went to the door to disturb and ask for advice...... Before the arrival, Shouye still had the extravagant hope that the King of the Wind and Cloud had not left, so he would be offended. ”

"Brother Tang is casual by nature, not to mention that he has already done something in Chang'an, so he will leave naturally. Shouye don't mind. Yang Shouye already knew the true identity of "Wind Howling Ridge", and Wang Yueyao naturally did not change her name for Tang Ling, "It's not a secret, Shouye Gongzi's piano score has recorded all the tones of the day, if there are still any shortcomings, only the mood of the player remains, the mood is different, and the charm is naturally different." ”

"Is the mood different, the charm is different?" Yang Shouye grinned and recalled the rhyme of the day, "If you want to come to the hundred years of the Fengyun King, you must have lived a very lonely life." ”

Luckily, he had found a good partner to accompany him. Wang Yueyao sighed, "Shouye Gongzi, Yueyao has a reluctant request." ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

"Can I give this sheet music to Yueyao?"

Yang Shouye was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face: "Since Miss Yueyao likes it, just keep this score, and it can be regarded as Shouye making a little apology for the rude offense in the past." ”

"Shouye Gongzi, since your past gesture was deliberately done by you, then the so-called rude offense is not a big deal. The love of the song, Yueyao has nothing to repay, please wait. ”

Wang Yueyao put down the score and summoned the people who were waiting not far away. After whispering a few words, the servant turned and departed, and when he returned again, he had a long lyre in his hand, and set it up in the hall.

Yang Shouye had already guessed what Wang Yueyao was thinking at this time, and he didn't speak, just closed his eyes and meditated, waiting for Wang Yueyao's return gift.

A sound of silk bamboo buttoning strings sounded, which had rippled in Yang Shouye's calm state of mind.

Again, Yang Shouye only felt that his depressed feeling of lingering in Chang'an for many years was gradually swept away.

On the same day, Tang Ling responded to Ye Xiaoxiang's "Guangling San" with this song, playing the sadness of a son walking alone in the middle of the moon, and now Wang Yueyao is playing, although the tone is no different from Tang Ling, but when it comes to Yang Shouye's ears, it is another taste.

The lone shadow under the moon, occasionally in the mountains, the breeze caresses, completely washing away the dirt in the heart. The clear spring flows around you, take a sip, and feel that the world is cold, which can be intoxicating.

Wang Yueyao only played the piano song once, but Yang Shouye closed his eyes and tasted it for a long time. It was almost evening when he came back to his senses to say goodbye, although the words were expressed, but the reluctance was heard by anyone, but this reluctance was only the reluctance of the other party's rhythm.

Sending Yang Shouye away, Wang Yueyao returned to her own courtyard again.

Holding the piano score given by Yang Shouye, the first talented woman in Chang'an will read it carefully page after page, for fear of missing a single detail, and occasionally hook the strings around her to test a certain tone of the piano score. His concentration is so great that he doesn't even care about the meals sent by his family.

The moon hung high in the sky, and at this moment, Wang Yueyao finally closed the piano sheet and let out a deep breath of turbidity.

"You don't want to linger among the eunuchs, pretend to be a gentleman, and hope that the prime minister will be disappointed in you, so that you can be sent out of Chang'an. Although this is naïve, it does deceive many outsiders, including me. It's just that today, why do you need to show your true face in front of me?" Wang Yueyao murmured a little bitterness between her words, "Although I know your true intentions, do you know that this true intentions are destined to have no response? Just as he will never leave me the slightest chance?"

The next day, Yang Shouye, the son of Yang Guozhong, the prime minister of the dynasty, left Chang'an, and it is said that he returned to his hometown in Puzhou, but since then, this personable son has never set foot in Chang'an, the capital of the country.

It is rumored that when his carriage drove out of the city gate, a leisurely piano song came out of the car, the tone was intoxicating, and it made people feel a sense of great relief and a sense of gloom in their hearts for many years.

......

Secluded mountains and forests, stretching for thousands of miles.

At this time, it is almost early summer, and it is the most vigorous time, and a few bird cries are heard in the forest from time to time, which makes this piece of world more lively.

And in this liveliness, Yun'er is staring at several fishing rods in front of her, bright and beautiful, there is a little expectation, but also a little impatience, and the rest is coveted.

A certain big villain once said that the bait in the lake in front of him was very delicious, unparalleled in the world, and it also concealed immortal energy, which was a rare delicacy in the Six Realms. Therefore, Yun'er unceremoniously carried forward the momentum of her aunt and grandmother, and since leaving Chang'an, she has forcibly determined that this is their next destination. And after a month of trekking through mountains and rivers, and after countless fists and kicks to a certain big villain on the way, he finally came to this treasure land in the world, and for several days, it is natural that there is no fish and no fish, no fish and no feast.

"Ling, are you okay?" swallowed a little saliva again, Yun'er couldn't do it, and asked.

"Wait a minute. ”

A fragrant grilled fish is served immediately.

"I don't know how Jiutian is doing now, and Sister Yueyao, Uncle Jin...... biting down on a piece of fish meat, Yun'er repeated the guess she had been obsessed with during this time, occasionally pulling out a few fish bones from her mouth and throwing them away.

Tang Ling lifted the rod and pulled out a fresh fish from the lake, and at the same time answered Yun'er's question: "Jiutian now has the right to use the cloud rudder, and should be looking for a place for her stepfather to recuperate in the Six Realms; the probability that Yue Yao will still stay in Chang'an to study the secrets of the Tianxing Gate is very high; as for that dead fat man, he will be able to appear in front of you in a while." ”

"Really?" Yun'er's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Really. At the same time as answering Yun'er's question, the corners of Tang Ling's mouth twitched.