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"Play the piano?" Song Zi stared at Ah Yan's demon-like black and white pupils, "Is it okay? Don't force yourself."

In his heart, Ah Yan has always been a noble artist who was persecuted by the tyrant. He was supposed to fall into the world in a cold sky.In such a world, it is not a good thing to have this level of beauty without the ability to protect yourself.

Song Zi has been to this house many times and helped repair the roof, but he has never seen Ah Yan's piano.It's not that he is not curious, but he is afraid of touching Ah Yan's sad things. If the other party doesn't take the initiative to mention it, he tries to avoid this topic as much as possible.

If it wasn't for worrying about the mental health of the other party, Song Zi would not have thought of sending the materials for the qin.

Sima Yan shook his head: "No problem, it's just that I haven't touched the piano for a long time, and my skills are unfamiliar, so I'm afraid I won't be able to let Xiao Qi enjoy himself."

Playing the piano was still a matter of the woman's life when he was a child. After he became the throne, he hardly touched this thing.

"I don't sound good at playing the piano." Song Zi has never heard Ah Yan play the piano before, but he has no doubts about his artistic attainments. A luthier who can enter the palace must be highly skilled. of.

The young man had long hair hanging loose, and got out of the bed with bare feet. His white jade-like flawless feet stepped on the soft carpet, and his movements were as light as a cat, or an elegant cheetah.Don't look at Ah Yan who usually wraps around him like a boneless snake, but he walks very well, and the pendant on the outer cover is stable and doesn't shake at all.

A Yan lifted a pair of mountain calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and when the cover was lifted, Song Zi discovered that there was a secret room in the small courtyard.

This may not be called a secret room, but just a small storage room. There is a mahogany cabinet, a table, and a large locked box in the room.

Song Zi followed with the square palace lantern used for patrolling. There was no window in the secret room, so it was still clean, and it should have been cleaned not long ago.He saw a qin at a glance, an extremely beautiful qin, even though Song Zi was not an expert among them, he could be sure that it was a peerless famous qin.

"need my help?"

The air in the secret room is not well ventilated, and the dust is heavier than outside. This violin looks very heavy.

"It's okay, it's just a piano."

The beauty came out slowly holding the qin, and placed the qin directly on the stone table in the courtyard, her movements were steady without any sense of fragility.

Moonlight, famous qin, and beauty, Song Zi admired this beautiful scroll for a moment, and suddenly interrupted: "Do I still need to take a bath and burn incense?" Anyway, it was Ah Yan's first time playing the qin, so there was a sense of ritual.

Sima Yan smiled: "There is no audience to take a bath, and I can't play well enough. Xiaoqi doesn't think I'm bad at playing."

Song Zi moved a small bench and sat down. He put down his upturned legs, sat upright on the round stone bench, and looked at Sima Yan without blinking.He thought to himself, no matter how well Ah Yan plays later, he must boast a lot. What poems describe the superb skill of playing the piano, as if there is something like "big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate"

The onion-shaving finger plucked the strings lightly, one note popped out, two notes popped out, the sound of the piano was intermittent, it was obviously Ah Yan who was tuning.

That's right, the qin needs maintenance. A qin that hasn't been used for a long time may not be in tune. It took a long time to tune it. Song Zi relaxed a little, and when he didn't realize it, the tune suddenly turned up, grabbing his mind all at once.

This song...is not the melodious voice sung by the singing girls of the Qinhuai River, nor is it the courtship of Feng Qiuhuang, but an extremely passionate breaking song! Song Zi was clearly in the small courtyard under the moon, and suddenly it was as if he was on the battlefield. The armies confront each other, the drums are beating, and young soldiers in silver armor are riding on white horses, whistling like shooting stars.

The fighting on the battlefield has entered a fierce stage, and the red-eyed soldiers are holding blood-stained swords and rushing into the enemy's formation.There were no drums or flutes in the courtyard. Song Zi was so excited that he wanted to do something, but he was afraid that his rough coordination would ruin the astonishing piano sound.

The sound of the zither reached a climax, and Song Zi picked up the sharp sword he had put aside, and performed a sword dance to add to the fun.Standing in the sound of the piano, he seems to have realized what it means to kill a person in ten steps and never stay behind for thousands of miles!

The sound of the iron horse's golden sword stopped abruptly, Song Zi flipped his wrist, and pulled an extremely beautiful sword flower, the sword was sheathed, the young man's blood was surging, his face was crimson, and his eyes were like cold stars: "Happy!"

"A Yan's zither sounds lingering in the beams, for three days, no, it should be three months." He seemed to understand why A Yan was sent by the emperor to stay in this lonely courtyard.From the sound of the piano, one could tell that Ah Yan was full of arrogance, and he must have spoken out against a tyrant who didn't appreciate it.

It is impossible to punish a doctor. The emperor of this dynasty has always been ignorant of rules and regulations. Even the ministers were directly tortured and killed. The humble dared to disobey.Perhaps it was because Ah Yan was too beautiful that he survived by luck.

The sound of the zither had stopped, and Song Zi's heart was inevitably agitated. He wished he could hug Ah Yan right now, and rush out like a soldier in the sound of the zither.But after the boiling blood calmed down, reason still brought him back to reality.

Miyagi is heavily guarded. In addition to the soldiers holding armors, there are thousands of archers hidden on the city gates.He didn't have the ability to fight against ten thousand. If he was so impulsive, he would only end up in the end that he and Ah Yan both died under the bow and arrow.Impulse is the devil, calm down, never make such a stupid sacrifice.

"Ayan."

Sima Yan responded, "En."

"Ayan."

"Ok?"

"Ayan."

Song Zi called out for the third time, and Sima Yan finally asked him, "What's wrong?"

"You are really wronged to be trapped in this palace." The courtyard is so small, how can it accommodate his Ah Yan.

In fact, the courtyard of the Leng Palace is a deep palace alley, very deserted and deserted. As long as he doesn't wander around, Ah Yan can still move around in this area. The side hall of the Leng Palace alone has nearly a thousand square meters, which is Ah Yan. The small courtyard where he lived was several hundred square meters.But a passive house and an active house are two different things. Whoever is trapped in the deep palace will feel depressed after wasting their youthful years.

Sima Yan shook his head: "This is very good." He saw his lover's eyes were red, and he looked especially wronged for himself. For the first time, he reflected on himself, whether he was a bit too much, and he seemed to be worrying about the child.

Sima Yan put down the expensive famous piano and buried his chest actively. He put his arms around the young man's thin and strong waist, and said in a soft voice: "It used to be a bit boring, but Xiao Qi has come, and today's life has become interesting." , I just hope that Xiao Qi will come to see me more."

It's fine if he doesn't come to coax Song Zi, but this coaxing will be terrible.It is a pity that the pearl is covered with dust and the beauty is late.A beauty can get everything by relying on her face, but she is even more talented, but now she is living a life of grievances, living such a hard life, but she comforts herself, Song Zi can't bear it.

"Is it raining?" Sima Yan raised his head, the sky was full of bright moon and stars twinkling, and today was a sunny day.

Looking at his lover again, his eyes were red and there was a layer of mist in his eyes.Good guy, where is the rain, it is clearly Song Zi's tears.

Sima Yan was stunned: "Xiaoqi, are you... crying?"

Song Zi wiped his eyes with the back of his hand: "I didn't cry, it's just that I kept my eyes open for too long, and the wind was a little sour."

The circles of his eyes were red, and he lost his composure, but he didn't shed any more tears. Whether it was the wind blowing or crying, he could only freely testify.

The young man only shed this one tear, and it seemed especially precious.Sima Yan lowered his head, and gently licked the transparent water droplets off the back of his hand with the tip of his tongue.Who can resist the scorching love of such a handsome young man, at least Sima Yan can't at this moment.For the first time, he realized that he actually had the potential to be a foolish king.

"Xiaoqi's tears are sweet."

Song Zi couldn't help laughing: "Nonsense, tears are salty, how can they be sweet?"

Sima Yan's voice suddenly became dangerous: "Xiao Qi has tasted other people's tears."

"That's not true." If you haven't tasted it, you know it. Isn't this common sense that you can know in elementary school, Song Zi said, "I have tasted my own. There is salt in human tears, so it must be salty."

As for why there is salt, tears are salty, sweat is salty, and if you lose too much water, you need to inject physiological saline, and the deeper principle, Song Zi can't explain it clearly.The question is taught by the biology teacher, who is in another world.

The big beauty hooked Song Zi and slender neck: "It's my fault for making Xiao Qi sad, let's do something happy."

Tears should be shed for him in the right place.

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The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor.

Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.

——Li Bai, "The Xing Ke Xing"