Chapter 6: The first birthday in ancient times【2】
Mu Fei couldn't understand why her young lady seemed to have changed since she was thrown into the cold palace by the emperor.
But now she is much happier than before, and Mu Fei is also happy.
"Because this is peace and quiet!"
Murong Qian looked at the lotus pond full of budding lotus flowers, which were very beautiful.
In modern times, except in Kyoto, you generally can’t see such a beautiful mirror image!
"Miss, you have really changed a lot!"
What Mu Fei has been wanting to say these days!
"Really? Has it gotten better or worse?" Murong Qian winked at Mu Fei mischievously, leaving Mu Fei speechless.
"Actually, isn't it good that I have changed? After all, I have experienced so many things, and it's time to grow up!"
What Murong Qian said was indeed true. For so many years, she had never truly cared for her parents or loved them.
Now that I'm here, I can't fulfill my filial piety by their side, I can only pray for them in my heart!
Look at the sky, close your eyes slightly, and think to yourself:
'Dad, Mom, Qianqian is unfilial!'
Say it softly to yourself again:
"Murong Qian, happy birthday!"
Mu Fei looked at her young lady, not understanding what she was saying, so she could only listen helplessly;
"Miss, let's go back, Lianxiang made something delicious!"
"Wow, is it delicious? Let's go back!"
Murong Qian took Mu Fei's hand and jogged back to the cold palace. Although this was the cold palace,
But under the leadership of Murong Qian, the place became a lot quieter and no longer deserted! And there were a lot more flowers and plants.
The two came to the table and saw a chicken and some wild vegetables, but Murong Qian was already very satisfied.
After all, I am in the cold palace now, so it is already good to have these!
"By the way, how about I sing to you after dinner?"
Murong Qian looked at the three little girls sitting on the table. Their innocence and cuteness made Murong Qian feel a lot of warmth at once!
"Miss, can you sing?" Mu Fei is her personal maid, but she doesn't know this!
"Well... I know a little bit..."
Murong Qian didn't dare to say that she was actually a proficient in chess, calligraphy and painting in modern times!
"oh!"
After eating, Murong Qian asked Mu Fei to take out the guzheng.
Murong Qian sat next to the guzheng, put her fingers on it, adjusted the sound, and slowly closed her eyes.
Waving familiarly, opening her mouth slightly, tears fell with the music. This is my mother's favorite song "Qin Sang".
If I didn't study hard in the past, my mother would always scold me for not working harder.
I feel so homesick now!
Nangong Jin was in a bad mood today. He came to the Imperial Garden and heard such poignant music.
Walking in slowly, he saw Murong Qian sitting in front of the guzheng playing the piano, with a sad look in his eyes.
What's going on? Why does my heart hurt?
After playing a song, Murong Qian started singing.
Stop here and dare not go on, so that the sadness cannot be performed,
The farewell written in your own hand on the next page cannot be rejected by me.
We walked this road too hastily, embracing unreal desires,
Too late, can't wait to look back and appreciate it, the fragrance of magnolia can't cover the hurt;
No longer looking at the light of the sun shining through the clouds in the sky, no longer looking for the promised heaven;
No more sighing, you said that things in the world are impermanent, and you cannot borrow three inches of sunlight.
Stop here and dare not go on, so that the sadness cannot be performed;
On the next page, the farewell written by you in your own hand cannot be rejected by me;
We walked this road too hastily, embracing unreal desires,
Too late, can't wait to look back and appreciate it, the fragrance of magnolia can't cover the hurt;
No longer looking at the light of the sun shining through the clouds in the sky, no longer looking for the promised heaven;
No more sighing, you said that things in the world are impermanent, and you cannot borrow three inches of sunlight;
No longer looking at the light of the sun shining through the clouds in the sky, no longer looking for the promised heaven;
No more sighing, you said that things in the world are impermanent,
The three inches of sunlight that cannot be borrowed, that heaven is the place where I loved you!
This chapter has been completed!