Qi Feng and Yan Yan were speechless, and there was a silence in the room.
"Do you really hate me that much?"
Qi Feng turned around, leaving her with a lonely back. Her tone was low and a little hoarse. It was not as domineering as before, but only a hint of desolation and compromise. Stinging Yanyan felt a pain in her heart.
Seeing his injured look, Yanyan couldn't help but want to deny it. However, when she thought about how she almost died, she blurted out angrily: "Yes, I just hate you. I hate your self-righteousness. I hate it."
I hate your tyranny..."
Yan Yan stared at the face that suddenly enlarged in front of her, and words suddenly stuck in her mouth. He was so close to her, and his breath tickled her face.
She felt that his long eyelashes had touched her own eyelashes, and his nose almost touched hers. His shallow breath tickled her cheeks, and Yanyan trembled all over.
His demonic eyes stared straight at her naked body, and he held her arms tightly with both hands. He threw away the previous loneliness and exclaimed evilly: "Then I will keep you by my side and torture you."
you!"
His palms were very hot, ironing her arms through her clothes.
"You're a pervert!" Yan Yan was startled for a moment, then moved back angrily, feeling her face and arms burning hot, and she was almost charmed by him.
"Are you perverted? Then I am perverted. If you want to go to the prince, I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible, because -" Qi Feng approached her, still smiling evilly, his clear eyes showing
He said firmly, "You are mine!"
The crescent moon is like an eyebrow.
Starry.
Yanyan was almost furious, his face was still hot, and his arms were burning, as if he had left a mark on him, and he felt upset. He kept cursing Qi Feng for being a pervert, why was he staring at her?
Don't let go of yourself.
I don't know whether he was tired from scolding or tired from walking. Yanyan stopped and looked around. The starry sky at night was quiet, and people's mood slowly calmed down.
In such a comfortable environment, Yan Yan glanced at a pavilion not far away, with green bamboo as the railings, jade as the seat, and light curtains. It sat there quietly under the soft moonlight, exuding a breathtaking atmosphere.
beautiful.
When he was tired of talking and walking, he walked into the pavilion and vaguely saw the three words "Qingyin Pavilion".
A green bamboo piano case.
A sandalwood guqin.
Soft together in harmony.
Seeing no one around, Yanyan sat on the stone seat and gently plucked the strings, and the sound sounded like gurgling water. As he touched the guqin, he couldn't help but think of an ancient poem:
The leaves are rustling with wind and rain, and it is even more painful to be separated from others. I sleep on my pillow for several autumns, and the toads are playing their early chords.
The cold night is frightening, the quilt is thin, tears and lantern flowers fall. I am sad everywhere, and the light dust is on the jade piano.
She sighed deeply in her heart, then plucked the strings with her fingers, and a song "Missing Home" poured out from her fingertips. Sometimes it was as turbulent as water, sometimes as calm as mist. The piano caressed it to the end, like frost and snow at the end of the world,
Loneliness leaves no trace, the two people are forever separated, and the thoughts are even stronger.
The song "Missing Home" came to an end, and she couldn't help but shed tears on the strings. The music lingered endlessly, but it struck her heart-breakingly. She was alone, deep in the palace, and could only miss the time she spent in another place.
A relative in time and space, this song "Missing Home" was taught to her by her mother at that time. She said that no matter where she goes from now on, she must remember home, it will always be there, and when she is tired, she will go home.
"Papapapa" applause rang out, and Yanyan turned around to see Qi Yi, dressed in a simple and elegant white robe, walking slowly towards her with an peaceful smile.
Yanyan lowered her head and wiped her tears with her fingers, but he gently held her hand, took out a handkerchief from her arms, gently wiped away her tears, and asked with concern: "Why are you crying alone here?"
When Yan Yan was asked with concern by him, her heart suddenly felt sour, and she threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.
Qi Yi was startled, then he put his arms around her and patted her back gently: "It'll be fine after you cry."
Yanyan gradually stopped talking in his arms. Listening to his steady heartbeat, Yanyan realized that she was the one who rushed into his arms. She blushed with embarrassment and broke away from his arms, feeling extremely annoyed.
: "I'm sorry, Prince, I didn't mean it."
"It's an honor for me to be held by a talented woman, isn't it?" Qi Yi smiled quietly.
"Stop making fun of me." Yan Yan smiled tearfully, thinking that he was just stealing the words of the ancients.
"Just smile." He looked at her and smiled again, "Look at you, when you smile, you are more beautiful than the flowers in this palace."
"No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they still need the green leaves to make them beautiful and breathtaking. However, in front of you, I can only be the green leaves. How can I be more beautiful than the flowers." Yan Yan also brushed away the homesickness and spoke with her.
He made a joke.
He laughed softly.
The night breeze carries the fragrance.
"My name is Qi Yi. I didn't mean to lie to you before." Qi Yi stared at the guqin in front of him and quietly stroked it, his eyes as clear as a mountain. "Actually, I have known for a long time that you are from the seventh brother's palace. That day, I heard
When the seventh brother returned to the palace, we brothers went to the Yuyang Palace and happened to see you unconscious."
Yanyan sat aside and listened quietly, not knowing what to say.
"I really envy my seventh brother. Since he was a child, he can do whatever he wants and live the life he wants. But, I can't." He said calmly, "Actually, he should have different feelings for you.
"
"He is just a pervert. He brought me into the palace just to think of ways to torture me. When he sees that I am unhappy, he will be happy." Hearing what he said about Qi Feng, he said angrily.
"Why does he torture you? It's not because he likes you." A smile flashed across Qi Yi's face, and he touched the guqin with his fingers.
The sound of the piano was suddenly clear and hearty, as clear as spring water. Suddenly it was simple and rich, indifferent and distant, and as deep as pine waves. Yan Yan stared at him blankly. He was intoxicated by the sound of the piano, and his fingers sometimes plucked the strings gently, sometimes eagerly.
plucked.
At the end of the song, Yan Yan was in a daze for a moment, feeling that there was transcendent indifference between his brows, but there was also deeply buried pain.
"Does it sound good?"
Qi Yi smiled and stared at Yan Yan with a stunned look on his face.
"Yeah." Yan Yan nodded heavily at him after coming back to his senses, "But..."
"But what?"
"Being a prince is very tiring. Although you are smiling all the time, there is always a touch of sadness in your eyes."
Qi Yi smiled and patted her head. Through the light curtains, mist was lingering and the fragrance of flowers overflowed. Why could she see his mood at a glance, and why couldn't the queen mother.
"Do you know? My mother-in-law fought for me to be the crown prince. However, I really don't want to be the prince. Being a prince is too tiring. The world only knows how noble the status of a prince is. You can get whatever you want and enjoy it.
The world. As everyone knows, the more you get, the more you give. I just live under constraints and watch the relationship between brothers break up for the position of prince. You and I are on one side, and they are on the other side. If possible, I just want to live a happy life.
A free life with mountains and rivers.”
Qi Feng didn't know what was wrong with him, he only knew that he needed someone to talk to, and she, he believed her inexplicably in his heart.
"That's why you want to escape from the palace and escape from all the fighting here." Yanyan could understand his mood at this time, and she could understand why he could never be completely happy.
Qi Yi looked at the curtain vaguely, and with a "buzz" sound, the string in his hand broke, tearing the quiet night sky.
"Your hand is fine."
Yanyan stared at his hands with wide eyes.
Qi Feng raised his hand in front of his eyes, concentrating on the red dots on his hand, rubbing his fingers, stroking the broken string, and said lightly: "I'm fine, I just feel sorry for this piano. One string is missing, so I can't play it anymore."
I can no longer play beautiful music."
"If the string is broken, you can put it back on again, right?"
Yanyan stared at him and spoke word by word.
"Yes, the string is broken and can be reattached." Qi Yi murmured and repeated her words, his thoughts wandering.
I remember that when he was seven years old, he played the piano for the first time and fell in love with it. However, the queen mother did not allow him to learn, saying that he should read more books. People in the palace did not dare to teach him because of the queen mother's strength. Every day
Every time he could only sneak to a more remote place and realize it bit by bit on his own.
Slowly, he began to play well.
I don’t know who tipped him off, but his mother learned about his self-taught guqin. Regardless of how much he cried, his mother cut off the strings one by one and locked him in the room for half a month, unable to leave the room.
step.
Until one day, the little seventh brother dragged himself to his room, excitedly took out a guqin, pulled him to sit down with his little hands, winked at him and said, "Second brother, I have a guqin here."
, you come to my place to play every day, no one dares to tell the truth, and I will punish anyone who tells the truth."
Just like that, when he wanted to play the piano, he ran to his seventh brother's room to play. To this day, the queen mother doesn't know that she is still playing the piano.
Later, as they got older and older, the seventh brother began to be sensible. He also ordered people to build this pavilion just so that he could play the piano at any time when he wanted to.
"Prince——" Yan Yan called out softly when he saw that he had not spoken for a long time.
Qi Yi looked back and smiled at him: "Don't call me Prince. From now on, please call me Qi Yi."
"That won't work. Calling you by your name will result in beheading if others hear it. I still want to escape from the palace and live for a few more years." Yan Yan stuck out his tongue angrily.
"Then when there is no one around, call me Qi Yi." Qi Yi gently put down the broken string in his hand, with heartache in his eyes.
"Yes." He nodded seriously.
"It's late at night, I'll take you back." He stood up, the night wind blew up the curtains, and mist blew in, making it hard to see clearly.
Along the way, Yanyan always glanced at him secretly, and he just stood quietly on his right side without saying a word. He didn't know what he was thinking. He just felt that the atmosphere was strange, but it would not embarrass him.
It was uncomfortable, but I really enjoyed the silence of this moment.
After arriving at the door of the room, he left. Yanyan turned around and opened the door. She was startled when she saw the two maids who had talked about her behind her back looking straight at her.