At this time, he had completely taken off the silver mask that covered half of his face, but the steam still covered his face like a mask. Only his pair of star-like eyes became more profound and charming. [ ]
Quietly soaking himself in the warm spring water, thinking about everything about himself, and then listening to the soft and gentle sounds that kept coming from the garden, he gently stretched his eyebrows.
That girl is still playing the piano.
Play the piano non-stop.
He is really stubborn.
However, this kind of indomitable stubbornness is precisely what I particularly like and appreciate.
He narrowed his eyes gently and raised the corner of his mouth in the most perfect arc.
A slim red figure walked in gently, looking down at Li Tianlin quietly in the bath.
"Your Majesty, my servant will take care of you to take a bath." This is Hongran.
"Yes." Li Tianlin gently closed his eyes.
Hongran rolled up her sleeves, revealing her slender white arms, picked up the scented brush, and gently rubbed Li Tianlin's skin. Her eyes were full of tenderness.
She has been Li Tianlin's killer and bodyguard since she was a child. She is loyal to Li Tianlin. No matter what Li Tianlin does or what he becomes, she will worship and obey him unconditionally.
"Your Majesty, Luo Bingyue is still playing the piano, as if she is playing the piano endlessly." Hongran said softly.
"Let her go..." Li Tianlin still closed his charming eyes.
"Does the prince think she will be the best candidate?" Hongran asked tentatively.
Li Tianlin didn't speak, just smiled faintly.
"If she also fails, she will definitely be killed by Qianyin Doji." Hongran said lightly, with a pair of bright eyes shining, "The noble ladies we used to find were all masters of music since they were young, aren't they...
…? This Luo Bingyue only studies for a few days, can it be done?"
Li Tianlin opened his eyes gently, seeming to be staring at a certain point in the bathroom, but he didn't seem to be looking at anything.
…
The night was already very deep, and Bingyue was still playing the piano under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. She no longer felt sleepy, but the more she played, the more she enjoyed playing.
Regardless of her sore fingers, she just wanted to practice the piano as soon as possible.
The petals of the sweet-scented osmanthus were still falling down like snowflakes, falling on her body and head. She was like a fairy under the shadow of the flowers.
The sound of the piano is so beautiful and moving. In fact, playing the piano is really a very edifying thing. Bingyue feels that she is playing the piano, and her mood has become much more peaceful. It feels like she is in the field, surrounded by people.
There are delicate and beautiful little flowers blooming, and the warm sunshine gently shines on my body.
As she played it, she gently looked at the falling osmanthus petals, and suddenly felt that the white, soft and fragrant petals were like snowflakes.
Gradually, a strange scene seemed to appear in front of her eyes. Was it a phantom? However, it was so real.㊣(3)
On the white snow, I saw a young girl, about four or five years old, happily stepping on the snow with her little feet.
As those beautiful little feet rotated, beautiful flowers bloomed on the snow.
This little girl has big eyes and a round face. Although she is wearing very thin and shabby clothes, she still looks so delicate and cute.
She was not wearing gloves, her little hands were red from the cold, and her petite face was also red from the cold.
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