Chapter 2900: Step by Step Jinghong: Since Ancient Times, the Family of Emperors with Little Affection (Forty-One)
The sound of the guqin contains countless emotions and charms, lingering in the night scene on the river in the early summer, listening to people's ears, falling in people's hearts, as if all the senses are occupied by the sound of the guqin, and I want to get drunk. Ethereal and hard to find.
Ranbai just listened quietly, without any movement.
The girl in white looked into the distance and listened to the sound of the piano. Everywhere was the line between the sea and the sky, and it felt very far away.
Until the sound of the guqin gradually faded away and disappeared, as if it had left between heaven and earth, but it still seemed to be lingering around the river under the moon for a long time.
It has its own charm that surrounds the beam for three days. The ancient voice seems to be above the top of the mountain, and the wind is in the vast world.
It was as if the whirling fairy sound from the Qionglou Yuyu that day in the palace hall fell into the mundane world, making people fascinated and unable to control themselves.
The lingering sound was cut off for three days, and the memory was long and the mood was profound.
Ranbai recalled the sound of the guqin that gradually disappeared, and she let go of her grip on the railing and stepped into the painting boat slowly, the snow-colored clothes fluttering in the wind.
"Jiang Shang tunes the jade piano, one string is pure and one heart is clear."
"Seven strings of Lingling, thousands of trees are secluded."
Dianbai spoke softly, her voice was as clear as ice and snow, and her tone was extremely light. She lifted the gauze curtain and walked towards the huge screen embroidered with mountains, rivers and rivers, and she saw the man in black clothes kneeling in front of the guqin with a lonely expression. absolutely.
From her point of view, you can see the handsome face of the young prince with sharp edges and corners. The lines are clean and smooth, which outlines the beauty of the world. The silhouette of the eyelashes is too long, casting fine shadows, and the long and narrow Danfeng eyes are hidden under the eyelashes. .
He was dressed in black clothes, with cloud-patterned sleeves, and he looked like an immortal, not like a character in this mortal world.
"It can make the Jiang Yue white and make the river deep."
The dyed white eyes stared at Mo Liyan, his expression was as cold as snow, word by word, word by word.
"I first knew that the branches of the sycamore can emblem gold."
Back then, when Mo Liyan was on the glazed tile wall of the imperial palace, he chanted "Seven strings of Lingling, ten thousand trees are secluded and yin." This is a sentence from Jiangshang Qin Xingzhong.
After Mo Liyan finished playing the guqin, the black cloud-patterned sleeves were loosely held on his wrists, with delicate wrist bones and fair complexion. He tapped casually with his fingertips on the violin stand, making a cold sound, his long eyelashes drooping, and indifferently listening to the girl's poem without raising his eyes.
He half-squinted his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, three-pointed evil, seven-point unmoved cold, thin lips lightly parted, slowly and repeatedly chewing on this sentence, like a smile but not a smile, happy and angry Difficult to distinguish: "When I first knew the sycamore branch, it can emblem gold."
He lowered his sleeves with silver-white flowing cloud pattern piping, held the wine cup and poured himself a glass of strong wine. Thinking of such a sentence, he suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Yanbai. The emotions contained in his black eyes were evil and cruel, and his tone was slightly cold. scornful: "What do you want to say?"
As fierce as the above,
The sight that seemed like an ice-cold sharp blade, dyed white but the expression remained the same, just approached step by step, stopped in front of Mo Liyan, leaned over with both hands on the frame of the piano, looked at him flatly, and said softly, "What does the lord want? ."
Mo Liyan just looked at the girl just like that, their eyes collided in mid-air, and he didn't give in at all. His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, cold and cold, deep black eyes in the deep sea The tidal waves rise and fall, as if they can drown and swallow people in an instant.
"King Jin is a son of the royal family. He has strength and ambition. He is far away from Kyoto and wanders in the mountains and rivers, but it is not what you want."
Ranbai stood up straight, as if talking to himself.
"Ling Bai."
He called her name so coldly, without any emotion, as if he was reciting a cold object, and even his tone was extremely repulsive, even with a hint of disgust that was not easily detectable.
"Don't try to speculate on the king's mind."
His eyes became cold and silent, like the moment when he was reflected in the abyss.
"You are in Prince Jin's mansion, you just need to obey the orders."
Mo Liyan doesn't like to be speculated, and he doesn't like to communicate with others.
This was always what he hated the most.
"This is your bottom line?" The girl's eyes fell into the moonlight, looking cold and not warm, "Then King Jin was told?"
"Get out." Mo Liyan ruthlessly spit out three words, closed his eyes again, and covered up the unpredictable and unpredictable eyes, his tone was very calm, but the dangerous aura did not diminish at all. His hair was dancing without wind, and his bearing was unparalleled, like an ancient sword that had been silent for a long time and finally unsheathed.
The young prince put his slender fingers on the guqin again, and made a very gorgeous and sharp sound, which was different from the mountain and flowing water at the beginning of the song, which was indifferent and melodious.
This time, the first scale from the beginning is extremely high, but it does not appear abrupt. It is like being in a treacherous battlefield. The smoke is everywhere, invincible, and on the undulating scales, I constantly play a heart-warming world song. .
Dianbai was silent for a long time, and after all, she didn't step on his bottom line anymore, she walked out of the painting boat alone, her fingertips slid across the carved railing, she walked forward calmly, but the dark railing behind her left a deep trace. Mark of.
She didn't feel that Mo Liyan's bottom line was that position.
Maybe it's just about what's behind that position that's his taboo.
Dyeing Bai is rarely disturbed for a moment,
In this plane, this person's heart is too strict, and he has never let go of any trace of vigilance. The only purpose seems to be such a supreme position.
for a few moments,
After dyeing white, she has calmed down, and there is no emotional fluctuation in her heart. She has always been very rational, and the emotions that should not have been cleared up sooner or later.
Listening to the sound of the guqin coming from the painting boat, the girl in snow clothes suddenly stretched out her hand, in mid-air, on the sparkling river water, under the moonlight like frost, her fingertips glowed with the coldness and whiteness of the sparkling moonlight.
A slight coolness fell on the palm of his hand.
It's raining.
Early summer night,
It became shady in an instant.
The rain began to drizzle and splatter, like a gauze covering the prosperous and prosperous capital of Chu, and then suddenly turned urgent and the rain became heavier.
The moon disappeared without knowing when, hiding behind the cloud that could not disperse.
Ranbai was soaked in the rain, and his clothes were wet, but he didn't go back, just stood there quietly, listening to the sound of the rain.
The rain fell on the surface of the river, rippling waves one after another, rippling and rippling, turning into beautiful circles.
The cold raindrops fell down the side of the girl, and the sound of the guqin behind her did not stop for a long time.
I don't know how long it took,
The cold rain knocks on the window,
Mo Liyan stopped plucking the strings and looked out of the window, her eyes pale.
It's raining.