"The broken clouds are soaked, and there is a hint of preparedness for no reason. They are azure, just like his eyes. The fragrance is better than wine, and the young peaches are waiting as promised..."
Light gauze curtains, quiet singing and dancing.
The red lights are hung high, and the fragrance is lingering.
Qi Xia lay on his side on the imperial concubine's couch, with the white jade bone fan gently waving in his hand. He squinted and watched the singer in red on the stage singing quietly, while the dancer twisted her graceful figure beside her, swaying lightly.
yarn.
Qin Lefang, the most famous Lefang in the imperial capital of Longxuan Empire, is a property of the Qilin Family. As the most promising heir of the Qilin Family, Qi Xia has not been here much, and today he suddenly suddenly
Come here and listen to the last song quietly.
"Third Young Master." The person in charge of Qin Lefang waited on the side respectfully.
"That singer sings well, Qi Le, you have good taste." Qi Xia's eyes fell on the singer in red. She was sitting alone on the edge of the stage, stroking the strings with her fingertips, wearing a red veil to cover her body.
Her appearance and eyes were downcast, as if the turmoil in the band had nothing to do with her and she was just singing her song alone.
"Thank you, Third Young Master, for your compliment." Qi Le said with a smile.
"Looking at her age, why did she cover up her appearance?" Qi Xia rarely became interested in the women in the music studio. The music studio of Qilin Family is different from other music studios. This is just a place for listening to singing and dancing. The guests are not related to this place.
There is no direct contact with the singers and dancers. If anyone has the courage to touch or touch someone here, the people of the Kirin Family will not be polite.
"This... I don't know. This girl was wearing a veil when she came. I asked several times, but she didn't want to say more. I heard that her voice was very good, so I just let her go. If the Third Young Master wants to know,
How about I ask again?" Qi Le said with a smile.
Qi Xia waved his hand. He just asked and had no other intention.
For singers, just have a pleasant voice.
In the following days, Qi Xia would often sit in the music studio. Whenever he came, he could always hear the singing voice of the singer. No matter when, the singer would always use a veiled face, holding her arms in her arms.
Qin was sitting in the most inconspicuous place in the orchestra, with lowered eyebrows and humming softly, as if there was no one else in the orchestra and he was always having fun alone.
Qi Xia had never seen the face of the singer, nor had she really looked into her eyes. He had only listened to her voice and her songs.
Strangely enough, Qi Xia always felt that his mental state was very bad these days. After a day passed, his consciousness was a little blurry. He couldn't remember what he was busy with on weekdays, nor why he was so busy every day.
Every day he went to the music studio to sit down, and the only thing he remembered was the voice of the singer.
It seemed that only her singing could make him regain consciousness.
Qi Xia always felt that she had forgotten something or overlooked something.
On this day, Qi Xia came to the music studio again. Night had fallen. He came a little later than usual. There was no figure of the singer in the music studio.
Perhaps because he felt bored, Qi Xia took a walk in the backyard of Lefang.
When he walked to the garden, he heard the heart-stirring sound of the piano. He followed the sound and saw the singer sitting among the flowers with her head bowed playing the piano under the moonlight.
The red flowers printed on her red dress were particularly eye-catching in the moonlight.
Qi Xia walked over slowly.
The sound of footsteps caught the singer's attention. She raised her head faintly and looked towards the source of the sound.