After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

At the end of the day, Qi Zizhen waited punctually in front of the prince's bedroom, holding the lazy Lingning in his arms.

"Mr. Qi, please." Cui Liang, who was guarding the door, made a "please" gesture as soon as he saw the visitor, most likely he had already been told by Song Yaoxu.

Qi Zizhen walked in unhurriedly after paying his respects politely.

Song Yaoxu was deeply taught by Guan Wang to be gentle, respectful and thrifty. He is a prince but his bedroom is not luxuriously furnished.

The outer room looks more like a small study room, with a small bookshelf and a antique shelf.The upper circle and the lower part of the bogu shelf resemble a tall drum erected on one side, with a few pieces of Wenwan scattered here and there.A caged lantern on a long column is placed on each side, and a lifelike plum picture hangs on the top wall.

There is a small red stamp on the lower right corner of Mo Meitu, but the words on the stamp cannot be seen clearly due to the distance.

The Bogu shelf and the bookshelf are one north and one east, and there is a book case in front of each.There are pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the desk in front of the ancient shelf, and the unfinished ink and bamboo can be vaguely seen on the spread scroll.

On the table in front of the bookshelf is the Shiqin that Qi Zizhen is most familiar with.

"Meow~"

Lingning called out softly, jumped out of Qi Zizhen's arms, walked to a place in the room where the sun was shining, and nestled there lazily and did not move.

Just at this moment, Song Yaoxu came out from the curtained door connecting the inner room, saw Qi Zizhen and smiled and said, "You are here. There is no need to salute, just sit down."

One sentence interrupted Qi Zizhen's original thought of saluting, he stopped talking, thanked Song Yaoxu, went to sit behind Shiqin, raised his hand and gently lifted the lid of the piano case.

The bandages on his fingertips have been removed, only the palm of his right hand is still covered with white.The slender and distinct knuckles slid across the cold keys, and the long-lost touch remained on the fingertips, making him reluctant to let go.

"Ding, ding, ding..."

The chaotic and crisp sounds jumped on the keys piecemeal, but they didn't form a rhythm like before. They were always scattered, as if they were just hitting randomly.

Qi Zizhen's left fingertips rose and fell, but he didn't seem to intend to play.

Song Yaoxu didn't urge him, let him do what he wanted to do according to his own mind, went to the desk and continued to finish the painting of bamboo.

The two don't bother each other, they are doing their own things, and the atmosphere is harmonious and harmonious.

After a while, Qi Zizhen seemed to think of something, and put his right hand on the keys. The crisp notes seemed to step over the messy gravel, and gradually converged into a clear spring, pouring into the long-dry river.

Peaceful, gentle, as warm and gentle as a spring day, but it sounds like something is missing.

Qi Zizhen spliced ​​together the notes that he just hit casually, his eyelashes drooping slightly.

He knows very well that the most important thing to perform is to integrate emotion, and music without emotion will not show the greatest appeal, but he does not intend to integrate.

He hates spring and everything warm, but he also clearly knows that he hates it because he doesn't deserve it.He is not worthy to let go of the heavy defenses in winter when spring comes, and enjoy the recovery of all things and the sunny weather.

It was his lot to die a filthy death on a cold winter's day.

"Ding--"

An extremely dissonant note was suddenly added to the originally gentle tune, and the tune came to an abrupt end.

Qi Zizhen rested his hands on the stone harp, paused for a while and started playing again, but it would break at the same place every time.

This went on and on several times, and just when Qi Zizhen was about to start again, his right wrist was suddenly gently grasped by Song Yaoxu who approached at some point.

"Okay, it's time to take a break." Song Yaoxu smiled and put his right hand on the table, and at the same time handed him a cup of warm tea.

After a moment of silence, Qi Zizhen politely thanked her and took a sip of tea.

The tea is slightly astringent at the entrance, and then slowly spreads a bit of sweetness, with an elegant and delicate fragrance.

After taking a few sips, he put the teacup on the table, and soon saw another book in his field of vision.

The paper of the scroll is slightly yellowed, and the corners of the pages are slightly warped and slightly damaged. It seems to be an ancient book.

Then he heard Song Yaoxu explain with a smile: "This book is mostly about old music notation, maybe it can inspire you."

It was only then that Qi Zizhen noticed that Song Yaoxu had walked around to him and stood in front of the small bookshelf.

Xu Shi received the visiting national teacher in the morning, Song Yaoxu was still wearing an apricot-colored prince's suit, with exquisite and delicate luxurious patterns, and the four dragon patterns seemed to be floating on the fabric.

He had a slight smile on his face, and his gentle temperament overwhelmed the mighty dragon pattern.

Qi Zizhen didn't say much, thanked him again and opened the page to browse.

Many characters in ancient books are in old style, but the original is talented and intelligent, with profound literary skills.Now he is completely compatible with the original body, and he can basically understand the old characters.

Most of the records in ancient books are common musical instruments such as guqin and stone drum. Some tunes are not suitable for playing with the sound of stone qin. move.

The small room that was quiet for a few moments was soon surrounded by a new melody, which sounded completely different from the melody he had repeatedly played before, but it was perfectly blended together in an inadvertent moment.

Song Yaoxu on the side looked at Qi Zizhen with a cold face, slightly surprised.

This ancient book is an isolated copy handed down. He is sure that Qi Zizhen has never read it, but he can figure out the rhythm and rhythm of it in less than two quarters of an hour. What kind of talent is this?

He even began to regret that he hadn't discovered this talent early in his previous life. If he could be given a platform to display it, he would surely amaze the world. How could he be reduced to a small companion?

Qi Zizhen was so absorbed in the music that he didn't notice Song Yaoxu's increasingly burning gaze, and he didn't know Song Yaoxu's mood at the moment.

He seemed to be casually looking at a certain page of the ancient book, and didn't continue to read it. After changing a few tones, he closed the book and kept repeating the melody he just played on a whim.

This melody is not long and can only be used as a small part of the melody. It is clearer and clearer after being integrated with the music score of ancient books.

Shi Qin's music was originally clear and light, giving people a sense of transparency, either cold or clear, but Qi Zizhen made it covered with an impenetrable gloomy mist.

But in the following repetitions over and over again, the hazy mist in the tune dissipated little by little, becoming more transparent and brighter-it also became more empty, losing its original unique spirituality.

"Ding."

When the piano sound fell for the last time, the hazy beauty in the original melody dissipated in Qi Zizhen's fingertips, and also in Qi Zizhen's heart.

After a while, he lowered his eyes and stood up, gently closing the piano case.

"The time has passed, the grassroots leave."

Qi Zizhen bowed indifferently and left, picked up Lingning who had sunbathed enough, and left Song Yaoxu's room.

Song Yaoxu was still immersed in the music he had just revised over and over again, and finally came back to his senses after a long time, looking at the piano case lying quietly on the desk.

He could hear that the initial gloom in the tune just now is the soul of the whole song, and a person who can be so determined to strip the soul will not become what he is now just because of an unjust case.

Recalling the pair of blood-stained piano hammers, Song Yaoxu suddenly wanted to find out what happened to Qi Zizhen to fall into such a desperate situation?