The blurred colors gradually opened up in the eyes, and a little bit of bright light emerged. The light of surprise suddenly bloomed like a light piercing the darkness in the depressive and painful purple.
He raised his hand and gently held her face, looked at her carefully, and then whispered: "Is it really you?"
"Otherwise, who else is there?" Huang Beiyue looked at him sideways with a slight smile.
Feng Lianyi raised his hand and tapped his lips. The smile on the corner of his mouth was a little intoxicating. "My feelings are not very real. Can you..."
"No!" Huang Beiyue decisively refused before he could finish his words, opened his hand holding her face, and turned around.
Feng Lianyi looked at her back with some hurt. She was really decisive and ruthless, with no warmth at all. This character was exactly the same as five years ago!
However, one thing has changed. Five years ago, she rejected him and was not willing to get close to him at all. But now, she will take the initiative to kiss him.
"Come here." Feng Lianyi took her hand and led her to the pavilion, sat down by the piano, connected the broken strings with her own hands, and then plucked the strings with her fingertips.
The notes flowed out.
All my lovesickness is recorded in the Yao Qin.
The moon is like a hook, and the human face is like a peach blossom.
Huang Beiyue leaned on the soft cushions and listened quietly. The way he played the piano from the side looked very evil, and his soul was seduced away if he didn't pay attention.
The hand under the sleeve gently held the jade flute left by Princess Huiwen, and his fingers caressed the exquisite picture on it, thinking of that night five years ago, when the piano and flute ensemble was played, but they had never met.
She was full of curiosity about the person playing the piano, wondering what kind of person could play that lingering and melodious tune.
Sure enough, only people like him would have such a state of mind.
Huang Beiyue raised the jade flute, put it to her lips, and blew it gently. The ethereal flute sound floated out together with the sound of the piano, entwining with each other and lingering low.
Feng Lianyi's eyes trembled, he raised his head slightly, glanced at her, and smiled knowingly. He didn't need too much explanation, he already understood in his heart.
As the flute plays and the wind blows, it surrounds us in this troubled world, but it never leaves our hearts.
"Listen, the king started playing the piano again. He must be in the illusion again." In the courtyard on the other side, the fox-tailed girl A Li was sitting with several girls. When they heard the sound of the piano, they all raised their heads, very intoxicated.
Listening.
"The king is so pitiful. It must be painful to repeat such a dream every day, right?" A girl murmured.
"The illusion is beautiful, but after the illusion disappears, there is endless disappointment. I wonder who the king saw in the illusion?"
"She must be the king's sweetheart. She has been playing this song since the king came back from Nanyi Kingdom. What kind of woman is she? I really envy her."
"I heard that Princess Yingye of Nanyi Kingdom and Wang grew up together as childhood sweethearts. Princess Yingye is recognized as a beauty on the mainland. Maybe she is her."
A Li wrinkled his beautiful face slightly and said, "No matter how beautiful Princess Yingye is, she is just an ordinary person. How can she be worthy of our king?"
The girls were startled for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, the woman who can stand beside the king must be strong enough! They want to watch the world side by side, and they must not be little birds for the king to protect!"
"Listen, there seems to be a flute sound?" A Li said suddenly, leaning his ears to listen.
