floating words

"Can't remember?"

At the same time as the sound came, a hand covered the back of his hand that was pressing on the strings, allowing him to follow him and gently pluck it.

Qian Feng was startled, and turned around to meet a face that had always disturbed his dreams these days. At this moment, those twinkling peach blossom eyes were full of tenderness.

Qilan... why did he come here? It seems that he has been lazy for a long time, and he can't even notice anyone approaching him.

Looking up at the lake again, I saw Lu Jiuzheng looking angrily at this side, obviously trying to stop him but failed.

"Don't be distracted!"

The strength on the back of the hand intensified a little, only then did Qian Feng realize that Qi Lan was leaning on his back, leading him to resume the song that had been interrupted just now, and whispering softly: "Everything is so lingering. , perseveringly turning back and forth, remembering the long pavilion of ten miles, the long road is long, with nine bends and eight bends, even if there are seven exquisite orifices, it is inevitable that the six desires will have no master, the five aggregates will be empty, and you will not be able to see around. It will never be as peaceful as ever."

At the end of the song, Qian Feng just regained his mind, ignored the ambiguous posture of the two, just stared at Qi Lan and asked: "Why do you know this song?"

There was an imperceptible tremor in the voice.

Seeing Qian Feng's strangeness, Qi Lan's eyes flickered slightly, and he answered truthfully: "This is the song composed by Koike, the No. For a while. But after Xiaochi Xiangxiaoyu died, this song was gradually forgotten."

Xiaochi...Qian Feng clenched his fingers suddenly, the strings were almost embedded in the flesh and blood, almost every book in Hong Yuan's study had such an inscription, and after he asked, he found out that it was Hong Yuan's characters.

"How did she die?" Qian Feng's voice was hoarse.

As if lost in memory, Qi Lan didn't see Qian Feng's expression at this moment, and just said to himself: "Back then, Xiaochi was the most beautiful in the world, and there were countless dignitaries who worshiped under her pomegranate skirt, but because of her good kung fu, She has never suffered any disadvantages. She has always dismissed people who do not catch her eyes. Then one day, Emperor Longhua of Saimu accidentally caught a glimpse of Xiaochi's face when he was traveling. Unclear. Even in order to marry Xiaochi into the palace, he made a promise to her to abolish the three thousand harem and only favor one person. To forcibly take Xiaochi into the palace, that night, Xiaochi set fire to the Wanhua Pavilion and set fire to the palace."

Qilan paused for a moment, and smiled sarcastically: "Of course, this is just a folklore version. The truth is that the queen has hated Xiaochi for a long time, and wanted to get rid of him quickly. On that night, she finally seized the opportunity to go to the Wanhua Pavilion A secret drug was put in the well, and then the Wanhua Pavilion was burned down at night. All the people in the pavilion were burned to death, and no one was spared. So, once this woman becomes ruthless, she will not lose to a man at all, but that The empress didn’t end well either, half a year later the Qionghua Palace flooded, and all the people in the first palace were burned to death, and everyone in the know said it was Xiaochi’s ghost who took his life.”

Qian Feng suddenly recalled the fire in Hongyuan's eyes on the day when she left, and thought of the rumors in Chumen, thinking that the person who died in Wanhua Pavilion that day was not Xiaochi, but the former sixth elder, Li Yuan.

Qian Feng closed his eyes and sighed softly in his heart, knowing the past of Hong Yuan, he only added a layer of melancholy.

Disturbed by the touch between his brows, Qian Feng opened his eyes, and saw Qi Lan holding up his palm, gently caressing his brows with warm fingertips, half-hidden by his lake-blue wide sleeves, blocking his sight, Qian Feng As a result, he couldn't see his expression clearly, only the clear and moist voice slowly crossed his ears, causing ripples in his heart: "Why do you like to frown so much at such a young age, and you are not afraid of premature aging."

At this time, Qian Feng really wanted to argue, "I am older than you", but just about to open his mouth, Qi Lan interrupted: "By the way, who taught you this long-lost song?"

"Red kite." Qian Feng replied when he pushed Qi Lan who was still leaning on him sideways, getting too close, and the scorching breath from Qi Lan's chest almost made him unable to breathe.

It's the red kite again!Every time Hongyuan Qianfeng is mentioned, he will isolate other people from his own world, just like he pushed himself away just now, Qilan narrowed his eyes slightly, and moved closer to him, "So you were thinking about it just now?" her?"

Qian Feng blinked, then moved aside again: "Yes."

Qi Lan suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him back, then pushed him down on the stone bench and sat down, then smiled with satisfaction: "Hmph, what's so good about this kind of song about love between children, today I Let me teach you a song."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Qian Feng to refuse, he sat opposite him, turned Siyue around with a flick of his wrist, stroked his hands on the strings from inside to outside, and began to play the strings.

Qian Feng had never seen Qi Lan playing the piano before, it didn't look like the usual cynical, nor like the cloudy weather when out of control, the whole person seemed to be enveloped in the soft sunlight, peaceful and distant.Qian Feng held his head in both hands and looked at him quietly. In a trance, there was a sense of timelessness: Maybe it would be good to bring such a person back to Truman, if... if he could let go of the hatred in his heart... …

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, and Qian Feng's blurred eyes gradually cleared up, looking at Qi Lan who was smiling but not smiling.Only then did I realize that I had been staring at him for too long, and my cheeks couldn't help but feel a little hot.

"Hehe." Qi Lan chuckled, "Does it sound good?"

Qian Feng nodded foolishly.

"I found this in an ancient scroll, it's called Qiheng, come on, try it." Qi Lan said and pushed Siyue to Qianfeng.

Qian Feng tried a few notes on the strings and then stopped. She was just looking at Qi Lan and didn't pay attention to his technique at all.

"Idiot." Qi Lan shook his head helplessly, walked over and knocked Qian Feng on the forehead casually, and only remembered Qian Feng's reaction that day after knocking, and felt a little regretful in his heart, thinking that Qian Feng was going to make trouble again, but this time This time he was surprisingly docile, just rubbed his forehead and then bowed his head and stopped talking.

Qi Lan was secretly delighted, and immediately sat down next to Qian Feng, hugged him from behind, grabbed his hand and played again before he could resist.

At that moment, Qian Feng seemed to see the flowers blooming in the warmth of spring, and the notes turned into butterflies dancing among the flowers.

"Promise me, this piece will only be played to me in the future."

The murmur slowly entered his ears, itching, itching all the way to the bottom of his heart, Qian Feng couldn't bear the thought of refusing, so he nodded obediently.

The twilight was all together, and Qi Lan had already gone for a long time at this time.Qian Feng still stared at Siyue in front of him stupidly, in a trance.

"Master, son!"

"Ah? What's the matter?" Qian Feng suddenly looked up at Lu Jiu who was standing beside him at some point, and asked in a daze.

Lu Jiu looked at Qian Feng who had finally come back to his soul, and felt bitterness in his heart. He bowed his head and replied respectfully: "My lord, it's getting dark, and the night is very humid at this time of year. Let's go back!"

"It's already getting dark..." Qian Feng murmured, "Then let's go!"

After speaking, he picked up Siyue and walked out of the lake pavilion. The wooden bridge was winding. Lu Jiu looked at the person on the bridge in a moon-white gown meandering, hesitated for a moment, and finally opened his mouth: "My lord."

"Huh?" Qian Feng turned around.

"My lord, be careful Qilan."

Qian Feng was surprised, "Why?"

Lu Jiu bowed his head, "My lord, remember what I said, I will never harm you."

"Got it." Qian Feng turned around and continued walking.

Lu Jiu remembered what Qi Lan said when he passed by him before leaving: "No matter what the reason is, since you have chosen to betray him at the beginning, don't have any extravagant thoughts."

At first he thought it was Qi Lan's possessiveness as a man, but after thinking about it, he saw the interaction between the two of them. During the period, only Qian Feng was addicted to it, while the other was always sober.