I thought he was weak

When people entered Changchun Pavilion, Su Yin was writing with her head down.

Rong Yu didn't make a sound, quietly walked behind Su Yin and looked at the things on the paper.

"I want to go shopping for sugar figurines with Brother Huang..." Rong Yu subconsciously read it out.

Su Yin was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, she put down the pen in her hand and saluted, "Join Your Majesty."

"I'm so engrossed in thinking about it, I don't even know someone is coming in." Rong Yu teased.

Su Yin smiled lightly, then stood up, and said in a low voice: "It turns out that these words are all wishful thinking, and His Majesty will laugh at you."

"Wishful thinking, how could it be wishful thinking, I might see this?" Rong Yu asked him.

Su Yin said: "It is possible."

Rong Yu heard the words and said to him: "How can it be considered wishful thinking? It's just a trivial matter, like this...play a piece of music for me, what kind of piano do you know, what piece do you want to play, and I will agree to play for as long as you want. If you have nothing to do tonight, you can start now."

Su Yin looked at him with unconcealable joy in his eyes.He never thought that there would be such a day that he could sit in a small room and play the piano quietly for someone.

"Can play the pipa..." Su Yin said, with a good mood that could hardly be contained.

Rong Yu glanced at Ruoshui, Ruoshui immediately retreated and ordered the people below to go to Xuanhua Hall to fetch the pipa.

There are quite a few pipas in the side hall of Xuanhua Hall, all of which Rong Yu brought from Lefang for Mingran to use.The little girl is very good at playing the piano. After Rong Yu heard Mingran's piano, he has never discovered that there is another person in this world who is as talented as Mingran.

The servants moved very quickly, and they brought the pipa over after a while.

Heavy stuff, you have to sit down and play it.

Rong Yu leaned against the imperial concubine, and Su Yin sat down on the wooden bench opposite.

The slender hands plucked the strings a few times, and adjusted them again, and soon the simple little tune slipped out from under the hands.

This piece sounds familiar, it seems to be used by the girls in the music workshop to practice their hands, but it seems that there is something different.

Rong Yu thought about it for a while, and felt that there might be differences between the north and the south, and the songs for practicing hands are similar, and they should have their own characteristics.

Thinking about it this way, it's not so tangled.

Su Yin began to play seriously.

A beauty plays the piano, especially a beauty with good piano skills.Whether it is listening or watching, it is very enjoyable.

Everyone has their own style of music, and it is clear that the person is as bright as a flower, and even if the music is tender, it will not be half sad.

The sound of Su Yin's piano is fast, and it sounds like she intends to go to the bright place, but the more she listens to it, the more empty it feels in her heart.

It was a man who had Jiang Hai in his heart but was always imprisoned in a cage, lonely and empty without understanding.

The faster the strings under his hand, the more intense the emotion in his heart.

This is a state of mind unique to men, which is very different from the gentleness of a daughter's family.

"Yi'er lives in a square inch, but her heart is as wide as the river and sea."

At the end of the song, Rong Yu thought about it for a long time before saying this sentence.

Su Yin fell silent, what moved him even more than the sound of the piano was his state of mind at the moment.No one has ever been willing to listen to his music seriously.

The guests in the building only like his body, as long as he wears less clothes and sings well, even if the piano under his hand is silent, he will receive money.

"I once heard a story about Yu Boya throwing the piano to thank his bosom friend..."

"I've heard of this before." The system told Rong Yu, when he was still young, he didn't quite understand this kind of confidant feeling.

Su Yin heard what Rong Yu said, smiled lightly, hugged the pipa tightly in her hand, and said: "I heard this story from the guest in the building, and the man said that these two people must be rich and noble. Eat and wear, otherwise there would be no elegance in playing the qin, and hypocrisy in throwing the qin, but I don’t think so. The mountain is as tall as Mount Tai, and two people can communicate with each other through a qin. If I am one of them, why not die for my confidant? .”

There was light in Su Yin's eyes when he said this, a close friend was something he had never dreamed of.In the land of fireworks, there are only human desires, and human desires are sex, greed, and transactions...

From the first day when he arrived at the brothel, he was already surrounded by nothing, and he looked like a walking dead.You have to cater to people you don't like, and you have to constantly compromise in order not to get beaten.

What others look forward to the most during a day's work is to have a good sleep on the couch, but he hates the couch the most, and hates everything related to human desire between the couch.

"Gold is easy to get, but confidantes are hard to find. It is a blessing to meet one or two confidantes in one's life."

Rong Yu said slowly, the older a person is, the more different his state of mind will be, but one thing has not changed, that is the impulse to do something for the one he loves.If he were Yu Boya, he would not break the piano because of Zhong Ziqi's death, he would protect the person who understood him well.If he had to die, he hoped that after arranging everything, he would be the first to lead the way for those he cared about.

"I will play another song for His Majesty."

"it is good."

Rong Yu is willing to listen to this kind of piano sound, he always likes sentimental things.

The music of the piano in Changyin Pavilion continued until late at night.

The sound of the pipa was not loud enough to disturb others, but the subtle sound was still transmitted.

Love is afraid of being misunderstood by ruthlessness, love is fortunate to be in harmony with love.

There is the sound of the flute, with similar affection.

The fact that Rong Yu stayed overnight in Changyin Pavilion was recorded by the historians.

Over the years, in the eyes of outsiders, Rong Yu has only favored two people, one is Jiang Yibai who was raised since he was a child, and the other is Su Yin who was brought by Gu Yun.

The two looked to be of the same age, and had the same beautiful appearance, which made many people see some hope.

Only Rong Yu himself knows why rumors are called rumors.

Sometimes what you hear is not what you hear, and what you see with your own eyes is also likely to be false.

Chang Xia passed quietly when hearts that were about to move one after another continued to grow.

The Xuanhua Palace received letters from Fei Ge again and again, greetings to the Empress Dowager, but there was no one that was done.

"It's going to get cold in two days, I don't know if they have brought anything for the winter." Rong Yu sighed while holding the pen.

Hearing this sentence, Ming Ran couldn't help laughing: "Whether you bring it or not, your highness is going south. Xiyun is like spring all the year round, no matter how cold it is, we can't wear winter clothes in Yan Kingdom."

This sentence reminded Rong Yu.

"That's right, I was worrying too much." Rong Yu put down his pen, and pushed the inkstone beside him away.

On the case is a picture of a snow scene, and the snow falling on the pine branches is a common scene in winter.

"How did Your Majesty draw this solar term?" Mingran asked.

Rong Yu picked up the painting, looked at it carefully, and said: "I like winter. Although the spirit of killing seems to be declining, the thick snow is for the next year's harvest."

"Your Majesty still understands this?" Ming Ran asked in surprise.

Rong Yu hooked his lips and asked her: "Nongmulberry is the foundation of the country, and I also worked in the fields when I left the palace. How could I not know this?"

The author has something to say: Come on, it’s late today, I’ll try to be early tomorrow.

Thank you "Mumujiang" for mine~

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