The son is on the bottom, the general is on the top

In the night sky of Su Mansion, the sound of the zither resounded slowly, accompanied by the sound of the zither flowing slowly under the brilliance of the silver moon.

And this voice came from the room of the second son of the Su family. The candles were emitting an orange halo in the elegant lampshade. A man with half a bunch of long hair was sitting in front of the guqin, his slender fingers briskly Move the strings.

He has a beautiful appearance, fair complexion, long eyebrows, and some faint crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, but he can't hide his beauty.

Although she was wearing a gorgeous purple robe, not only was she not gaudy, but she had an extraordinary temperament, and the sound of the piano was even more melodious, mellow and light, just like the gurgling water in the mountain stream in the paradise.

Wang Qi and the others were sitting beside Su Ziqing's bed, all fascinated by what they heard.

Lin Xuanzhi held his chin, looked over obsessively, and said in a low voice, "Ziqing, this General Yuwenfei really loves you, he even knows your favorite "Xijiang Moon" clearly, and even The 'Prince Baili' of the Four Heroes of the capital has been invited."

Zhao Mingcheng, who followed the rhythm and patted the fan in his hand, also said, "If you say 'Mr. Baili' is very talented, I'm afraid there is no better piano skill than him in the whole capital, but this person doesn't care about it." He is very indifferent to fame and fortune in the examinations, and he likes to hang out in romantic places all the year round, but because he is aloof, he never has too much contact with anyone, and he has never heard of anyone being close to him, but I heard that many dignitaries pay no matter how much money they invite Play a song at home."

Ma Wenshan also sighed unknowingly, "Yeah, so today the general couldn't hire him with a lot of money, but the fact that a long sword was pressed against his neck has caused a sensation in the whole capital, and everyone knows that you are sick, Ziqing. ..."

"Cough!" Wang Qi clenched his fist and gave him a sideways glance.

Ma Wenshan immediately shut his mouth, raised his fan and tapped his forehead, and smiled awkwardly, "Hehe, I made a mistake, I forgot it in a moment of carelessness."

However, the few people saw Su Ziqing's dull expression, apparently not listening to them, but staring blankly at Baili Xianzhi not far away.

Wang Qi asked, "Ziqing, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's okay." In front of his friends, Su Ziqing grabbed hold of his collar and maintained a calm demeanor, but his pupils trembled slightly.

Although it's not the first time I've seen this person, but now my mood has been turned upside down...

When the song was over, Baili Xianzhi stopped, and he sat there with the corners of his eyes turned up, his expression indifferent, like a person in a painting.

Zhao Mingcheng walked over with the attitude of a romantic son, clapped his hands and praised, "It is said that Mr. Baili's piano skills are the best in the world. I am lucky to listen to a piece today. It really is a well-deserved reputation!"

This Baili Xianzhi has long been accustomed to hearing these scenes, so he nodded indifferently and replied, "Thank you."

Ma Wenshan said, "I've heard this 'Xijiang Moon' countless times, but it's not as immersive as Mr. Baili's playing, with endless aftertaste."

"It sounds good, it sounds good!" Lin Xuanzhi racked his brains for a while, seeing his companions looking at him with contempt, he turned to Su Ziqing and said, "Ziqing, you think it sounds good too, right..."

"Could you guys go out first?" Suddenly, Su Ziqing interrupted them, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, trying to keep his voice steady, "I have something to say to Mr. Baili."

"What's the matter, Ziqing, does he owe you money?" Lin Xuanzhi leaned into his ear and whispered.

Wang Qi saw that Ziqing had been watching Baili Xianzhi. Although he didn't know what was going on and was very curious, he still said, "Since Ziqing told us to go out, let's go out."

"Oh, okay, let's go out first." Several people found Su Ziqing's expression strange, and guessed whether he had any personal grievances with that Baili Xianzhi, but if he didn't want to say it in front of them, they all thoughtfully avoid.

As soon as they went out, Su Ziqing walked slowly in front of Baili Xianzhi, lowered his eyes and called, "Mr. Baili."

"I don't know what the Second Young Master Su has to say." Baili Xianzhi stood up, his expression unchanged, but he looked at him silently. There are four heroes in the capital, one is Meng Changjun, who is worth thousands of dollars in paintings, and the other is a dancer. Flowers are like brocades, one is himself who is famous for his piano skills, and the other is Su Ziqing, the good son of the troubled times in front of him. Although he is a latecomer, his outstanding talent and appearance have always been talked about.

Although I have never seen him before, I have heard of him, and now I see him, his face is much haggard and pale due to illness, but it cannot conceal his stunning beauty.

He wanted General Yu Wenfei to force him to come here with a sword for him. It seems that the rumor in the market that the emperor bestowed a marriage on the two of them was not a rumor.

At this time, a moth broke into the lampshade, and the scorching heat made it flap its wings in panic. As the two looked at each other, the words to be said went back and forth in Su Ziqing's mind several times before finally asking , "Mr. Baili has been unrestrained all his life, but has there ever been someone he liked and promised her forever."

Baili Xianzhi raised his long eyebrows, not knowing why he asked or what he meant, but he still replied, "Of course there used to be, but now he is an old friend."

Su Ziqing stared at his expression closely, but there was no trace of sadness on the other's face from the beginning to the end.

He clenched his hands into fists, loosened and clenched again and again, as if mustering up his courage, he picked up the scroll on the desk and handed it to him, "My mother has been waiting for someone all her life, but that person never showed up until she died." However, I think she must have hoped to return this painting to that person with her own hands."

"This is..." Baili Xianzhi took the scroll and typed it, his expression relaxed a little, and he seemed to be touched, "I never thought you would keep this painting for her."

"I think you'll recognize it..." Su Ziqing finally saw the fluctuation in his eyes, and said word by word, "This painting, my mother said, was drawn by my father."

Upon hearing this, Baili Xianzhi narrowed his eyes and suddenly raised his head to look at him, "You are..."

"Don't say it." Su Ziqing stopped him from speaking, his pale lips trembled, and his smile was uglier than crying. "In this way, you are still that carefree 'Prince Baili'."

Baili Xianzhi's heart suddenly felt uncomfortable, and he looked at him with complicated eyes, "Your mother... did you say anything before you left?"

"No." Su Ziqing smiled bitterly, "Then why didn't you take her away back then?"

Baili Xianzhi fell down on the stool, his eyes became far-reaching, as if carrying memories and said infatuatedly, "Back then, I only heard that she was going to marry the Minister of Rites as a concubine... At that time, hearing the news was like five thunderbolts. She left the capital in anger, and only found out that she had passed away when she came back several years ago..."

This gorgeous man with the best piano skills, never expected to be such a irresponsible person. For more than twenty years, he only cared about his own sorrows and sorrows, but he ignored his mother.

"Heh!" Su Ziqing turned around with a wry smile, unwilling to face him again, "You go, since we can't recognize each other now, we don't need to see each other again in this life, take care!"

"Ziqing..." Baili Xianzhi stretched out his hand, but finally let it go, and sighed dejectedly, "I hope you and the general will be united forever and grow old together. Bounty."

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