[shooting eagle] teacher and wife

Things went much smoother than Lian Qing had imagined, which made him wonder whether he should admire his improved "skill" or Mu Zhiqing's simplicity.

How to get the love of a girl, the answer is much simpler than getting the love of Huang Yaoshi.

Lian Qing did two things, veiled praise and vaguely expressing his heart.The number of times does not need to be many, as long as the other party can understand.Of course, in order to deepen this love, he also used some special means.

Then, when Huang Shenzhi proposed that Mu Zhiqing wanted to study music theory with Huang Yaoshi but did not worship him as a teacher, he understood that the previous encounters had already completed the foreshadowing, and only the last dose of strong medicine was missing.

The clear sound of the Guqin resounds in the garden. The three and six strings are tuned slowly, and the four strings are tuned to the feathers of the palace. The lyrics, but it still does not prevent the other two from hearing it.

Those slender fingers flicked on the strings, fast and slow, with a smooth rhythm, recreating Sima Xiangru's enthusiastic, unrestrained and deeply lingering pursuit of Zhuo Wenjun back then.

The young man was sitting under the plum branches in full bloom. The red petals drifted with the wind and landed on his white clothes like clouds, like plum blossoms melting into the white snow, elegant and ethereal.At this time, no matter how ordinary his appearance was, he couldn't conceal the elegant and refined temperament of a banished fairy.

The girl's gaze intersected with the youth's, and the jade-like warmth made her unable to move her eyes away.

The eyes separated after a short encounter, but her eyes remained focused.

What is picked up and plucked is not just the strings?

A heartbeat in the left chest was the best answer.

At that time, Sima Xiangru's song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" touched Zhuo Wenjun's heart.

At this moment, Mu Zhiqing is just like Zhuo Wenjun at that time, full of love and business.

However, the song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" does not only affect Mu Zhiqing's heart alone?

Even though he knew that this was an illusion put on by Lian Qing, Huang Yaoshi couldn't stop himself from being attracted like Mu Zhiqing.

Although this was just Lian Qing's plan, he felt that he was at a disadvantage.Listening to the "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" played by the person I love for others, can it be considered a disadvantage?

When thinking like this in his heart, the young man seemed to feel his thoughts and looked at him.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his eyes were clear, as if he was conveying something.

Huang Yaoshi understood the silent words——

"Who is this song really for? How do you not know?"

Mu Zhiqing listened, it was Lian Qing's deliberate temptation.

At the same time, it is also his lyricism for Huang Yaoshi.

The anger in the young man's heart suddenly subsided, recalling the piano that was about to be completed on the desk, he thought, if he used that piano, the tune would be more beautiful and moving.

Lian Qing turned his gaze back to the strings, he was probably the only one awake among the three.

This is not the first time he played "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix", neither Huang Yaoshi nor Mu Zhiqing was the first to hear him play "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix", Rong Yue was the one.She once made a request, and he, of course, fulfilled this request.

This is probably the romantic feelings of the ancients.

However, who can understand the embarrassment hidden behind this romance.

Sima Xiangru won Zhuo Wenjun's heart with a song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix", and took away her man. Is this the final perfection?Of course not, otherwise, how could there be Zhuo Wenjun's "Baitou Yin"?

"I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will never be separated."

Even if Sima Xiangru changes his mind, what Zhuo Wenjun has is not his only heart.

The more romantic it is, the more unbearable it will be when it is reversed.

Although love can be deep, it can certainly be changeable.

So, sometimes, Lian Qing would think that maybe Rong Yue's death was too timely.

To prevent him from seeing the ugliness of her being jealous because she can't, and hating because of love, what remains in his heart is always the image of a perfect woman who loves him sincerely and is willing to die for him.

In this way, it is not a bad thing for her and him.

The world always longs for splendor, but after splendor, it is nothing but mediocrity and despicableness.

Dying in splendor is sometimes the best choice.

January nineteenth.

Huang Li said: It is advisable to pray for blessings, but not to open soil.

This is not Lian Qing's real birthday, but the time when he came to this world. However, it can be regarded as another kind of rebirth.

In the past, Rong Yue would always celebrate his birthday, but after Rong Yue died, Qu Suguang was there.

Even if he can't see the actual value of this kind of celebration, it doesn't prevent people from congratulating him and giving him gifts on this day every year.

Of course it will be the same this year, even though Qu Suguang was sent away by him.

Therefore, when Huang Yaoshi came, he was not surprised at all.

"I thought, I'm taking a day off today and don't have to go to class."

The young man opened the door and raised his eyebrows at the boy carrying the food box.

"I thought you took a day off today to wait for me."

Huang Yaoshi put the food box on the table and shot back.

The strong aroma of food, through the food box, diffuses in the wing room.

The boy opened the top cover and brought out a bowl with a picture of a dancing crane.

"Longevity noodles?"

Lian Qing glanced at it and took the matching chopsticks.

"Master's birthday, a disciple should celebrate it."

Huang Yaoshi sat opposite the young man.

"So, you celebrate me with a bowl of longevity noodles?"

This is really the most shabby birthday gift he has ever received, Lian Qing secretly said.

The young man heard the implication, but he smiled and said nothing, just indicating that the other party can move his chopsticks.

The elastic and firm noodles, paired with the fresh soup made from pork ribs and tangerine peel, the taste of this bowl of noodles can be called "how many times can you smell it in the world", even for someone like Lian Qing who is not picky about food One must also admit that this may be the most delicious food he has eaten in his past and present lives, and it is not something that the chefs of the Huangfu can cook.

Then, the real "cook" can only be the boy in front of him.

From this point of view, Huang Rong's culinary skills were indeed inherited from her father.

Lian Qing put down his chopsticks, wiped the corners of his mouth with a white handkerchief, and joked: "If you are short of gold and silver in the future, you can open a restaurant, and there will be a lot of guests."

"The so-called 'gentlemen stay away from the kitchen'." Huang Yaoshi raised his chin slightly, with a hint of arrogance, "I just want to do it, and I want to do it better than anyone else."

Really arrogant and proud.

But if he is neither arrogant nor proud, then he is not Huang Yaoshi.

Lian Qing smiled slightly, and said again: "Noodles are good noodles, but you just use this bowl of noodles to send me away, isn't it too mean?"

"You will see my generosity."

Huang Yaoshi stood up, held Lian Qing's hand, and said, "Follow me."

When he walked out of the room, the boy casually glanced to the front left, his eyes were slightly cold.

The two came to the small garden outside the wing room.

The youth also saw the "generosity" of the youth.

A lyre was placed horizontally on the stone table.

Huang Yaoshi pressed Lian Qing's hand on the strings, "Try."

The young man sat on the stone bench and fiddled lightly a few times, and the strings made a very pleasant tone.

The seat is made of fragrant fir, the strings are made of silk, the fetus is made of antlers and frost, and the decoration is made of mountains and rivers. Compared with the piano he used before, I don't know how many times better it is.

"your hands--"

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Lian Qing grabbed Huang Yaoshi's right wrist, and there were a few fine scratches on those originally white and slender hands, which were scratched by a sharp weapon.No wonder he felt a little rough when he held his hand just now.He seemed to be able to see how the young man carves carefully and attentively, one stroke at a time.

"Does it hurt?"

His index finger caressed over the scratches, like the spring breeze in April, gentle and warm, disturbing the young Xinhu.After asking this question, he didn't wait for Huang Yaoshi to answer, and said to himself: "This question shouldn't be asked. Ten fingers connected to heart, how can it not hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt now."

The light in the young man's eyes softened a bit, and the smile on his face was like clouds curling from the sky, with a bit of warmth in his tranquility.

- When I see you, it doesn't hurt anymore.

"Do you like it?"

"Of course I do."

People in this era will not give away pianos at will, because "qin" is the same as "feeling", and "giving a piano" is also "giving love".

Lian Qing held Huang Yaoshi's right hand, bowed her head, and placed a light kiss on the back of his hand.

At the same time, he also heard a suppressed low cry.The cold light in the deep eyes flashed across, and when he raised his head, there was no trace again.

"I like everything you gave me."

The young man smiled, and that warm smile was like ripples in water, rippling layer after layer, with endless affection.

Huang Yaoshi's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't help but leaned over, and kissed the young man's slightly raised lips.

After getting up, he took out the jasper flute from his side and played it, and the tune was actually the song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" from the day before yesterday.

In the past, Lian Qing presented each other with jasper flutes, but now Huang Yaoshi gives them back with a lyre, which is to use the flute to establish a relationship of love and staying together.

The young man understood the young man's heart, put his hands on the strings of the piano, and played the song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" together with the other party.

The sound of the flute and the piano blended together, and the heavenly chorus hurt the heart of Mu Zhiqing who was standing not far away.

It turned out that after Xiaotao asked someone to inquire about Lian Qing's birthday, she prepared a congratulatory gift, and when she learned that the young man was off today, she thought of coming over to give the gift, but unfortunately saw Huang Yaoshi stepping into the wing room first.She had no choice but to hide not far away, waiting for the other party to leave before acting, but unexpectedly saw such a scene.

"Huang Yaoshi didn't mean anything to you, but he robbed the person you like, and Lian Qing, he lied to you, he obviously had an affair with Huang Yaoshi, and he still teased you on purpose, these two people are extremely hateful, you can't Make it easy for them. Since you can't have it, never let them have it."

Negative malice suddenly rose in his mind, as fast and violent as that affection.It was as if another person had split from her body.

Yes, I will not make it easy for them.

In the empty pupils, malice gradually began to spread.

In the past, there was a trace of terror on the charming and charming face.

The author has something to say: I took a day of annual leave today, and I happen to update the article~