Looking at those words, Ling Shiqi suddenly stood up excitedly and looked at Qi Zi intently, his eyes full of passion. He understood what his first touch was? He understood why he was at a loss in front of her and didn't know why.
So, all this can only mean one thing, she has occupied his heart and he has fallen in love with her.
Meeting Ling Shiqi's fiery gaze, Qi Zi was so nervous that her heart beat faster. She had seen this kind of look before. It was the look Xuan Yi looked at her. Why did this kind of look appear in Ling Shiqi's eyes? Qi Zi didn't want to think too much, so he quickly stopped.
When I turned around, my palms were already sweating.
Ling Shiqi noticed that he had lost his composure and was a little nervous, so he hurriedly said: "Miss Yang, I...I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now."
Qi Zi looked at him again and comforted himself by thinking: he must have seen it wrong. He nodded with a smile and watched Ling Shiqi leave the room.
Ling Shiqi strode toward the study room. Thinking back to the scene just now, he felt that he was too anxious and almost said something that he shouldn't have said. If he scared her, it would be more than worth the gain. Fortunately, he stopped quickly. He took a deep breath.
With his tone, the scene he saw when he entered the room appeared in his mind. He spread out the drawing paper, picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and started dancing wildly on the drawing paper.
The night was quiet and strange. Xiuyu brought the washed clothes and put them in the cupboard. Qizi stood in the yard, looking up at the stars in the sky, feeling many things.
The melodious sound of the piano came from there, as soft and beautiful as the gurgling spring water. Qi Zi heard it first and was fascinated, and couldn't help but look for the sound.
In the garden, Zhao Yunniang stroked the guqin with extremely graceful movements. The tones coming from her hands floated gently in the air, and the music was so touching.
Ling Lizhen held her chin in her hands, closed her eyes and listened quietly, her expression was so leisurely and contented.
After finishing the song, Ling Lizhen clapped her hands and said, "Cousin, you play so well, I'm afraid no one can catch up with you."
"How can you say that? As the saying goes, there is heaven and earth, and there are people outside the world. I can't stand your praise." Zhao Yunniang said modestly. She inadvertently raised her eyes and saw Qi Zi standing not far away. She shouted: "Miss Yang
,How did you come?"
Qi Zi pointed at her piano and nodded with a smile.
"Of course, my cousin plays the piano very well. Most people can't play it well." This Ling Lizhen seemed to have a grudge against Qi Zi, and her words were always so unkind.
Qi Zi walked over lightly, and Zhao Yunniang hurriedly said: "Miss Yang, don't listen to Lizhen's nonsense."
Qi Zi hurriedly waved his hands, gave a thumbs up gesture and said, "You play the piano really well."
"Miss Yang is ridiculously complimentary, but Lady Yun really doesn't dare to take it seriously."
Ling Lizhen interjected: "Cousin, why are you always so humble? Besides, you have real and practical knowledge, so that others will praise you. You dare to be the one."
Qi Zi didn't know that Zhao Lizhen was mocking her, so she nodded and affirmed Zhao Yunniang's talent.
"Lizhen." Zhao Yunniang smiled sheepishly, her shy face like a peach blossom in March.
"Miss Yang." Ling Lizhen suddenly called out, Qi Zi was a little at a loss, because after living in the mansion for so long, Ling Lizhen had never taken the initiative to talk to her, as if she had a natural objection to her.
Qi Zi looked at her and smiled.
Ling Lizhen continued: "My cousin played a piece just now. Miss Yang was fascinated by it. I can see that you also understand the music. Why don't you let us open our eyes on the spot."
Zhao Yunniang heard something between the lines and knew that Ling Lizhen was giving Qi Zi a hard time, because when she first met Qi Zi, she noticed that her hands were very rough. They were not hands with ten fingers that were not wet with spring water, let alone a pair that could hold the piano.
Hand. She walked to Qi Zi and said: "Lizhen, you are seventeen, don't be ignorant."
Then she said to Qi Zi gracefully: "Miss Yang, please don't pay attention. Lizhen is joking with you."
Qi Zi shook her head gently and walked towards the guqin. It could be seen that it was a fine ancient maple qin. The maple tree must have been hundreds of years old. No wonder the sound was so outstanding. This reminded her of Qiu.
The guqin in the Phoenix Hall is a sandalwood guqin, and its qualifications are not inferior to the ancient maple qin.
Qi Zi sat down and slowly raised his hand to put it on the piano. Ling Lizhen thought to herself: I don't believe you can play it.
Zhao Yunniang also thought to herself: Could it be that I misjudged people? This girl Yang really knows the rhythm.
Qi Zi gently raised his hand and held the strings, and the tone rippled in Ling Mansion like a fairy magic. The wind gently blew everything around him, the leaves of the locust tree were flying in the air, and the person who played the piano had a few strands of hair.
Raise it, and the music that pops up is refreshing.
Ling Lizhen was shocked, Zhao Yunniang was there, and Xiu Yu couldn't close her mouth with her mouth open, because what Qi Zi played was the same tune that Zhao Yunniang played just now. It was the same tune, but the feeling of playing it was different, and the tone seemed to be jumping from Qi Zi's hands.
, graceful and gentle, winding and calm. Gradually, several maids and servants gathered around and stopped to listen to this sound that was like the sound of nature.
Ling Shiqi was sorting out the accounts for the past few days in the study. When he heard someone playing this piece of music again, he thought to himself: Why is my cousin playing this piece of music repeatedly today? But if you listen carefully, you will see that this is not Zhao Yunniang's style. The piano player's skills must be higher than
Zhao Yunniang, what he thought was lacking, was perfectly expressed at this time, because this piece of music was composed by him and Zhao Yunniang. It is impossible for others to play it well and express it so perfectly. Who is it? Who is playing it?
, he hurriedly threw down the accounts in his hands and left the study to look for the sound.
When he saw Qi Zi sitting by the piano table, his expression of astonishment was as great as seeing the peerless treasure. He stared at Qi Zi and pushed away the maid who was standing in front of him, walked up to her, and listened carefully to the sweet music.
The beautiful melody made him suddenly feel sad, melancholy, sad, and helpless. He felt sad and thought to himself: Miss Yang, is this what you want to express? You are a very complicated mystery, and I want to get into your heart.
I want to solve this mystery, but every time I touch you, you disappear mysteriously like mist. I will definitely grab your hand and walk into your heart to solve the mystery.
At the end of the song, when Qi played the last note and stroked the last string, the wind stopped and everything suddenly became quiet. Tears dripped on the piano like broken pearls, soaking the guqin.
"Pah, pah, pah..." Ling Shiqi clapped his hands, and Zhao Yunniang also clapped her hands, and stepped forward and said, "Miss Yang, I'm sorry, Yun Niang underestimated you, she is really blind."
Qi Zi wiped her tears and nodded with a smile. Ling Shiqi gently took off a locust tree leaf that fell on Qi Zi's head, looked at Qi Zi lovingly and said, "Miss Yang, you gave me too much.
It’s such a surprise, I really don’t know what kind of surprises will surprise us in the future.”
Qi Zi kept smiling. Zhao Yunniang looked at the tenderness in Ling Shiqi's eyes and felt so sad that she almost died. Cousin, why have you never looked at me like this? Ling Lizhen gently patted Zhao Yunniang's eyes, which were filled with mist.
, pulled her up and turned away. The moment he turned around, Qi Zi watched Zhao Yunniang shed a tear, as if he heard the sound of heartbreak. Qi Zi understood something. Looking at Ling Shiqi again, his eyes never left from the beginning.
I felt an unknown premonition arise spontaneously.