The Raiders of Quick Pass

Chapter 432 The Mistress of the Palace Mistress Is a Man 13
Qing Wu who had just arranged for Xiao Shuli stopped when she heard her subordinates say that Cheng Li wanted to see her.

After pondering for a while, she waved her hand: "Got it, I'll be there later."

Go down and answer.

Qingwu put her hands behind her back, looked down at the Yuhuashi path under her feet, and walked slowly to the courtyard where Cheng Li was.

Before reaching the courtyard, I heard the sound of Sisiqin from afar.

The servant waiting at the door saw her coming and wanted to call for someone, but she stopped her and sent them away.

Hanging eyes stood at the door and listened for a while before she opened the door and went in.

The sound of the piano just fell to the end.

Cheng Li, who was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, raised his lips slightly when he saw her. "The Palace Master is here, please sit down."

As he spoke, he put the piano aside.

Qingwu nodded, then sat down and looked at him calmly.

This man is indeed quite handsome, with a white face and a black crown, his clothes are embroidered with green pine and bamboo, and he looks like a scholar with plain hands twisting a teacup.

He put a cup of tea in front of her, stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture, with a warm smile on his face, shallow but gentle enough like jade.

Qingwu twirled the teacup, fixed her eyes on the tea leaves in the cup, and said slowly: "Didn't you invite me to listen to the piano? Let's start."

Cheng Li was stunned, then nodded with a smile, "Okay."

Holding the qin on the stone table, he adjusted the tone with his slender fingers, but his eyes looked at the man in red who was looking down at the teacup, with a strange look in his eyes.

He frowned, and lightly picked the strings with his fingers.A brisk tune sounded, like the rhythm brought by the wind blowing through the leaves, like the crisp splash of a stream flowing through the mountains...

When playing the piano, there is still a slight smile on his lips
As the last note fell, he put his hands on the strings.After a moment of silence, he raised his eyes to look at the opposite person, with inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

"How does the palace lord feel about my song?"

Qingwu sipped her tea lightly, but didn't return.

When she put down the teacup, she said, "Cheng Li, let me let you go down the mountain."

He didn't say whether the song was good or not, but said to let him go down the mountain.The smile on Cheng Li's face froze.

His eyelashes trembled slightly.

After being silent for a while, he took his hands away from the strings, straightened his sleeves, and said softly: "I am a homeless person, thanks to the palace master who took me in and gave me a place to live. If I leave this Wuxia Mountain, where should I go?"

Qingwu looked at him with clear eyes, if you look closely, you will find the coldness in them.

Cheng Li was met by the original owner when he went down the mountain a year ago.At that time, he was sitting by the river with his piano in his arms, playing a song of Parting Hate, with a gentle and melancholic temperament.

The original owner liked beautiful men so much, so naturally he would not let such a handsome young man go, so he tricked the homeless man back to Wuxia Mountain.

Back on the mountain, when he knew that she was the notorious devil in Qizhi Palace, Cheng Li was just surprised, and didn't mean to alienate her, and invited her to listen to the piano.

After a year of getting along with each other, coupled with the other party's faint teasing, the original owner liked him a little bit, but after all, it couldn't compare to the grand ambitions in her heart, so she strangled the budding love in the cradle.

And Qing Wu, who was standing on the sidelines, could know that Cheng Li, who seemed like a breeze and bright moon, was approaching her with a purpose after all.

Their meeting was really too coincidental, as if it had been carefully arranged.

Looking at her for a few seconds, Cheng Li lowered his head slightly to avoid her gaze, and unconsciously clenched his sleeves tightly with his fingers.

Those pairs... were too clean, and seemed a little different from the ones he usually saw.

(End of this chapter)