Dressed as a paranoid male supporting white moonlight

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Qin Yanfeng didn't know how to eat, and shared lunch with Jiang Xian.

He ate a few sloppy bites, then got into the study and locked the door.

The study room is large, clean and tidy.Beside the east wall is a pair of tall sandalwood tables, on which there are famille rose asparagus bamboo vases.The walls are full of books, and on the table behind the Duobao Pavilion, there is a Yaozheng covered with a dark blue brocade cloth.

Qin Yanfeng thought of something, his face darkened, and hurriedly walked to Yaozheng.

He stretched out two fingers to wipe the brocade cloth, his fingertips were stained with light dust, he was taken aback for a moment.

Has no one touched this piano?
But the rest of the study is very tidy, and it can be seen that people often come in to clean it, so there is no reason not to touch his piano.

Unless...someone knows what.

Qin Yanfeng's eyes darkened.

In his previous life, although he was stupid, the piano skills on his fingers are still there.After falling in love with Duan Wenchun, he played a song "Phoenix and Phoenix" for her in the study. Duan Wenchun only regarded him as a friend, and didn't hear the meaning of the song at all.When he regained his clarity, he played another song for Duan Wenchun to express his heart, but unfortunately, at that time Duan Wenchun was already in love with the Seventh Prince, no matter how beautiful the strings were, it couldn't impress the beauty.

Qin Yanfeng was so depressed that he swore that he would never play the piano again, and only play the piano for Duan Wenchun alone.

If anyone touches his piano privately, don't blame him for turning his face.

This qin meant a lot to him, but the cleaning maid did not touch this qin, only he knew this.

Is it just a coincidence?

Qin Yanfeng stood on the spot and pondered, feeling that things were becoming more and more confusing.He began to consider transferring people from the Secret Service to monitor everything in Shochikuin.

***
Qin Yanfeng was thinking hard in the study, but Jiang Xian was happy and relaxed.

The sun was shining today and the wind was warm. Jiang Xian stuffed the notebook she bought into the box of the rocking chair, and put a lot of candied fruit on the armrest on the other side, and started her daily life of salted fish.

Not to mention, the books recommended by Miss Duan in the book shop were all very exciting, and Jiang Xian laughed out loud while reading them, and frowned at the next moment.

Aunt Xu shook her head and sighed beside her.

Xiaomao Tuanzi skillfully jumped onto Jiang Xian's legs and curled up in a circle.Jiang Xian pawed the dog, read a book, ate snacks, occasionally chatted with Cui Nong and Madam Xu, and spent most of the afternoon.

The sun was westward, and the light was not so bright. Jiang Xian just finished reading a book, with a smile on her lips, sincerely happy for the protagonist's happy ending.

Cui Nong's insoles hadn't been finished yet, she was humming a ditty while she was stitching quickly, Jiang Xian's heart moved when she heard it, she stretched her waist, and asked, "Cui Nong, what's your song, it's quite nice."

Cui Nong pursed her lips in embarrassment, "This servant is humming indiscriminately, without a name."

"Eh? You also have this hobby?" Jiang Xian clapped her hands and smiled, "Coincidentally, I do too."

Although Jiang Xian is doing boring interior design, she can't stop her heart yearning for music!In her previous life, she went to various cover singing websites and made up two original songs, but she couldn't find a way out, her eyes were blinded, and no one appreciated the songs she sang.

Jiang Xian said again: "Hum again, let me listen."

Cui Nong scratched her head, and replied in a little embarrassment: "Young Madam, I hummed this tune casually, I have already forgotten..."

Jiang Xian widened her black and white eyes, "You are the memory of a goldfish!"

Cui Nong didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, but she knew that the young lady was joking, so she couldn't help laughing and said, "You want to hum a song for many ladies?"

"Success, how about listening to my song?"

Jiang Xian rose up, recalled for a moment, her red lips parted lightly, and hummed a tune that no one appreciated in her previous life, her right hand beat the beat slowly, echoing in the courtyard.

The woman's voice is mellow, like a trickling spring on a rock, clear and gentle, clean and beautiful.

Qin Yanfeng, who was reading a book, was sitting at the table, listening to the woman humming a tune by his ears, and the scroll in his hand hadn't been turned for a long time.

It's just because Jiang Xian's self-created tune is so fresh, refined and eclectic, it's too pleasant to listen to.

Qin Yanfeng struggled for a moment, but he couldn't hold it back. He put the scroll on the table, got up and walked to the window, and gently pushed open a gap.

Just as the sun was setting, the evening afterglow cast from the high wall into the inner courtyard of the deep house, illuminating half of the woman's face under the peach tree.Under the beautiful Qiong's nose, there is a gentle and shallow smile on the corner of her mouth, and countless soft lights seem to shake off her body.

Qin Yanfeng's impetuous heart was instantly quiet.

He even temporarily forgot the woman's malice towards him in his previous life, and was completely immersed in that clear tune.

Obviously, Cui Nong and the others were dumbfounded.

This tune is actually not long, Jiang Xian finished humming it in two or three times, she smiled and asked, "How is it?"

"Fantastic!"

Cui Nong applauded, her face flushed with excitement, "Young Madam not only draws well, but also composes the tune well!"

Unlike painting, which is part of her job, composing music is her hobby.Jiang Xian is also very happy that the song she painstakingly created is praised by others.

Although Madam Xu didn't know the melody, she felt that her wife's tune was really catchy.She smiled all over her face, and said: "The song is not bad. If you can write the corresponding words and sing it, and invite a musician to accompany it, it will be widely spread in Beijing and China."

"Yes, that's right." Cui Nong nodded like a pounding garlic, and asked Jiang Xian, "Young Madam, do you have lyrics for this song?"

Jiang Xian hesitated for a moment, but thinking that there were no outsiders in the yard, she nodded, "I originally wrote a song, but I have never sung it."

Cui Nong looked at her eagerly, "Try. Try."

"Row."

Jiang Xian smiled, nothing happened, she turned around and walked to Qin Yanfeng's study, "I wrote it and we sing along."

Anyway, Cui Nong has become her number one fan, and she is happy to share.

Jiang Xian knew that Qin Yanfeng was in the study, but in order to protect the patient's privacy, she didn't ask what Qin Yanfeng was doing in the study all afternoon.

At this moment, it was inevitable to borrow a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Jiang Xianqing knocked on the door politely, and shouted: "Qin Yanfeng, are you there? Can I come in?"

For a long while, there was no movement in the house.

Jiang Xian frowned, and knocked on the door again.

After communicating in the morning, she was sure that Qin Yanfeng could understand most people's expressions, but she was unwilling to respond.

Jiang Xian sighed, thinking whether to knock on the door again, when she heard a creak, the door was opened from the inside.Before Jiang Xian could retract her right hand, she thumped Qin Yanfeng's flat chest with a "boom".

Qin Yanfeng: "..."

This person looks soft and weak, but his hands are quite strong.

Jiang Xian exclaimed, nervous, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" She subconsciously raised her hand to caress Qin Yanfeng's chest, through the thin fabric, she vaguely felt The solid chest muscles reacted immediately, and quickly withdrew their hands as if being hit by a soldering iron.

"cough."

Jiang Xian lowered her head and pretended to cough, but her cheeks, which were as white as jade, couldn't help being blushed by the setting sun.

What's the matter? She ate Qin Yanfeng tofu just now?
Bullying mentally ill patients is too much!Too much!

Jiang Xian repented, and Qin Yanfeng felt a little uncomfortable.

It's not because of being touched twice by her, but because the woman Xia Fei in front of her is full of smoke and glamour, she is so beautiful that it makes people feel uneasy.

The atmosphere was subtle, but Cui Nong next to her was out of the situation. She was full of thoughts about Jiang Xian's song, and asked Qin Yanfeng: "My lord, can I borrow the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in your study?"

Cui Nong broke the embarrassment, Qin Yanfeng moved to the desk and nodded.

"Thank you." Jiang Xian heaved a sigh of relief.

She came to the desk and spread out the rice paper.Cui Nong helped her grind the ink and handed her a Langhao.

Jiang Xian is really not good at calligraphy. She held the brush stiffly in the posture of holding a pencil, while writing the lyrics on the rice paper, she sang: "The wind is soft, the sun is thin, and spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood. Wake up I feel slightly cold, and the plum blossoms are still on my temples. Where is my hometown? I forget it unless I am drunk. I burn it when I lie down in the water, but the incense disappears and the wine does not disappear..."

This is Li Qingzhao's "Bodhisattva Man".

When Jiang Xian arranged the music, she was not satisfied with the lyrics of love and love that she composed, but the ancient lyrics she found at random fit unexpectedly.

This poem originally expresses the feeling of homesickness. Jiang Xian is now in a different world as a stranger, feeling hurt in the words, stroking the unfinished sentence "Where is the hometown, forget it unless you are drunk", feeling it in the heart, eyes Slightly sour.

Qin Yanfeng saw it clearly, his handsome face tightened.

Ignoring Ye Hexuan's crooked dog crawling characters, this poem is extremely delicate.It's just that he doesn't understand, Ye's mansion is only a few streets away from Yuguo Duke's mansion, and his hometown is just under his feet, why is he so sad?

Jiang Xian was depressed and folded the written words.Telling Qin Yanfeng to come out for dinner later, he left the study with Cui Nong.

Qin Yanfeng frowned as he watched her leaving back.

He closed the door again and walked to the desk, hesitating for a moment. After all, he rolled up his sleeves and wrote a few pens, and silently uttered the song "Bodhisattva Man" at his desk.

(End of this chapter)