A cup of Qingming tea was placed in front of Luan Yuchen. "Brother, although the tea is not the best, it is Qing'er's heart. Please accept it with a smile. In the past, eldest brother took care of Qing'er and loved Qing'er, but Qing'er didn't do anything.
I have never done anything for my eldest brother. Today, let Qing'er take good care of my eldest brother." The pronunciation is the same as the word, but in her heart, she still hopes that Luan Yuchen will think of her as Fang Qing.
She came to Jiuxiao Huanpei with a smile and sat in front of the piano stand with a calm expression.
The slender jade fingers brushed the strings softly and yet firmly, adjusting the tone.
Luan Yuchen's warm and dark pupils were shocked and startled. He walked quickly to the piano stand and touched the Jiuxiao ring pendant excitedly. "Qing'er, what are you -" Qing'er hasn't touched the Jiuxiao ring pendant for three years.
, now she——
"Brother is right. This Nine Heavens Ring Pendant was given to Qing'er by eldest brother. Now, Qing'er will borrow flowers to offer to Buddha and play a song for eldest brother." Her lips moved slightly and her eyes wandered to the red maples flying outside the window.
"Brother, please come with Qing'er." She picked up the Jiuxiao Huanpei and walked ahead.
The Jiuxiao ring has not been touched for three years. Now she plays the piano again, only for the sincere people. Only the sincere people are qualified to listen and see all the pride that Luan Yuqing gave her Fang Qing.
The Jiuxiao ring pendant was placed quietly under the dancing red maple tree. Fang Qing smiled lightly and stared at the gentle and beautiful young man with soft eyes.
"Brother, please sit aside and listen. You should listen carefully to see if Qing'er's piano skills have deteriorated." Fang Qing pressed her right hand on the piano platform, and her left hand fingers brushed the strings smoothly and powerfully like running water.
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Luan Yuchen nodded happily. He held up his white robe and sat down gracefully on the stone. He looked at Fang Qing with a gentle expression and a gentle look on his face.
Fang Qing felt that the tuning was almost done. The speed of her fingers changed, as if she was spiritual. The originally unsmooth tone gradually became sweet, flying, and integrated.
The elegant and spacious melody, with the unique desolation and magnanimity of Jiuxiao Huanpei's sound quality, blends beautifully together, making the tone layered, listening to the ears, distant and turbulent.
Jianghuxiao
People are misty
There's so much turmoil in the world
A pot of wine can't be tasted
The taste of life. Fang Qing's unique low and cold voice spoke slowly from her slightly opened red lips.
The sky is high
People are lonely
Time makes people grow old
The past at your fingertips
The hero laments his youth.
Luan Yuchen looked at Fang Qing's face. The shock in his heart could not be expressed in words. He looked at her quietly. He always felt that his sister, after waking up after being beaten on both legs for thirty times, had some kind of...
Characteristics are slowly changing.
He couldn't describe the specific feeling of this transformation, but he just knew that she was changing and changing...
Fang Qing was immersed in the melody, her black hair fluttered in the wind, and her clothes were flying. The red maples flying in the air were all over her body, and together with her person, her melody became the most touching scene at this time.
Sub-scroll.
The beautiful woman looks through the autumn water
Can't see through the entanglement of love
The passion breaks through the mountains and rivers
Thousands of years of history have led to chaos
The hero's anger turns into beauty
Smoke and blood-stained gown
Why is the beauty smiling?
Whose face is revealed by the light of the sword?
The tone of the strings was a few points higher, becoming more exciting and high-pitched, which made people think of the image of Jianghu knights competing with swords. After a while, Fang Qing plucked it smoothly, and the tone softened by three points.
The hero's anger turns into beauty
Turn the clouds and draw your sword towards the sky
Ambition and ambition are always constant
Who can sigh when the geese fly by?
At this point in the song and at this point in the words, the sound gradually fades into silence. Slowly, slowly, there is a feeling of aftertaste, floating through the dancing red maple forest and into the eyes of the two figures standing in the distance.
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He was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, crowned with jade and gold belt, handsome and elegant, with an innate aura of gold and nobility. At this moment, his cold and arrogant eyes sparkled. For a moment, he saw for the first time
The scene, like a stream with clear veins, gradually filled his mind.
That year, that month, that day...
Like a naughty fairy who accidentally fell into the mortal world, she came into his sight and quietly settled in his heart. That day, the red maples were dancing, just like today.
Yu Tianxing stared at the pale figure that seemed to be wrapped in the breeze, and his pupils seemed to be filled with white mist.
He was dressed in a bright red python robe and a bright jade silver belt. He was handsome and elegant, with a cold pride in his elegance. At this moment, under his slightly condensed sword eyebrows, a pair of deep and cold black eyes, a ray of light passed by like an electric current.
It hit him hard, causing his thoughts to spin away like red maples flying all over the sky.
The past events were vivid in his mind, and one scene after another passed before his eyes. His face became extremely painful, as cold as ice, as hard as rock...
She had not played the Nine-Sky Ring for three years and had never played it for anyone. Now she played the Nine-Sky Ring again, but it was not for him, not him!
Yu Tianqi stared at the smiling face, watching her show her most beautiful smile to the gentle man. His heart, inexplicably, had a thin thorn piercing into his heart.
It stabbed him so hard that blood all over his body.
The hand on the side of the body is slowly held up, held up...
Fang Qing's song had stopped. She stood up slowly, as if she felt someone was watching from behind. She turned around, her eyes were in mid-air, passing the dancing red maple forest, and bumped into Yu Tianxing and Yu Tianqi who were paying attention at the same time.
And the gaze cast.
She raised her eyebrows in surprise.
Why did they appear here at the same time? They were probably discussing some important national affairs. She turned around knowingly and stopped looking at Yu Tianxing and Yu Tianqi.
Her smiling eyes met the gentle young man who truly loved her, her eldest brother Luan Yuchen. "Brother, the wind is blowing, let's go back." She smiled and handed the Jiuxiao ring in her hand to Luan Yuchen.
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Luan Yuchen nodded her forehead lovingly. "Little girl, after your elder brother listens to your song, you will let him work as a coolie."
"What? Brother, aren't you willing?" She coquettishly took his hand. Brother's hand was the warmest, and she was so greedy for the heat in his palm.
Luan Yuchen smiled. "Yes, of course I do." His warm eyes drifted over Fang Qing's shoulders, and when he saw two familiar figures on the path in the distance, his handsome eyebrows slightly tightened.
"Let's go, Qing'er." He held Jiuxiao Huanpei in one hand, held Fang Qing in the other, and stepped towards Lan Xinju's direction.
Yu Tianxing and Yu Tianqi were left standing in the wind, their thoughts uncertain.
They didn't know how long they stood there, until the eunuchs in the palace came to remind them. Yu Tianxing finally spoke: "Tianqi, I will leave the matter of Qingzhou to you. I have given you a secret decree to allow you to act expediently. Kill it first and report later."
"I obey the order." Yu Tianqi retracted his wandering eyes and his distant thoughts.
"Also, Yufeng has been thinking about Qing'er a lot recently and often mentions her in my ears. In three days' time, it will be Princess Anling's full-moon wine party. At that time, you can take Qing'er into the palace with you." Yu Tian
Xinglong's eyes darkened slightly, he waved his dragon sleeves, and his back steadily left.
"Weichen will definitely take Qing'er there when the time comes. Weichen respectfully sends you off to the Emperor." Yu Tianqi lowered his head and bowed to Yu Tianxing until his back disappeared from his sight.
He slowly straightened his body. In the afterglow of the sunset, those cold eyes were filled with complex lights and colors.
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Fang Qing and Luan Yuchen returned to Lanxinju, and Chunxiang had just finished scrubbing. She raised her hand, wiped the sweat on her forehead with her sleeves, and moved with difficulty while holding a wooden plate filled with dirty water.
Luan Yuchen put the Jiuxiao Ring Pendant back into the piano stand. He rolled up his sleeves and said softly to Chunxiang: "Chunxiang, let me do it. You go and have a rest and spend time with your third lady."
"Young Master, this slave should have done this, Young Master—" Chunxiang stopped her repeatedly, but Luan Yuchen still took the wooden basin from her hand.
Chunxiang looked at Luan Yuchen's warm back blending in the light of the setting sun. Her bright eyes were filled with warmth. When she turned around, she met Fang Qing's indifferent gaze.
"Third Miss, slave, I'd better help the eldest young master." Chunxiang was afraid that Fang Qing would be unhappy. How could she let the eldest young master do her job as a slave?
However, Fang Qing glanced at her lightly and said softly: "No need, Chunxiang. The eldest brother is a man and is stronger than a girl like you. It doesn't hurt to let him put in some effort."
Chunxiang looked at Fang Qing in confusion. What the third lady said was so strange. Luan Yuchen was the eldest young master, and he was the only son of Prime Minister Luan. His status was extremely noble. In the past, the third lady would have been unhappy with the eldest young master’s help.
People work.
but now--
Her surprised gaze caught Fang Qing's indifferent gaze. "Chunxiang, what are you looking at? Is there anything dirty on my face?"
Chunxiang hurriedly shook her head and waved her hands. "No, Miss Third, there is nothing."
Fang Qing glanced at her indifferently, then she flipped the chess book and took out two jars of chess pieces. White stones were played first, and she began to place stones on the clear chessboard, followed by black stones.
On the chessboard, one is black and the other is white, going back and forth, fighting with each other.
The advantage of playing chess against yourself is that there will never be a peak.
In this world, surpassing oneself is far more difficult than surpassing others.
Therefore, she likes to play chess with herself, which is a challenge and a kind of fun.
Lan Xin was in the room, and the space suddenly became quiet. Except for the sound of Fang Qing's falling pieces, there was no other sound. Chunxiang knew that once Fang Qing started playing the chessboard, it would definitely take about an hour.
She did not disturb her, silently picked up her needlework, moved a small stool, placed it on the porch, and began to immerse herself in embroidery.
One plays chess and the other embroiders, which is quite harmonious.
It's just that there will always be people who unknowingly destroy this peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.
Lu Yijing, dressed in a pink skirt, rushed to Lan Xinju angrily with Yu'er. She went back to her parents' house with her maid today. She was very happy when she went out, but when she came back, she heard the news about Fang Qing.
Knowing that she was back, she could move freely, and she also wore the Jiuxiao ring that had been frozen for three years. All kinds of news about Fang Qing made Lu Yijing's face immediately covered with frost.
Then, she heard that Uncle Wang had sent the Phoenix Zhenyu and Mo He he had cultivated to Lanxinju and gave them to Fang Qing, and she became even more aggrieved.
No, she took her maid Yu'er with her and rushed straight to Lan Xinju with an angry look on her face.