Emperor's Red Makeup: The Duke is too black

Chapter 675
Qing Mulan was wearing an extremely thin light purple gauze dress tonight, although the wind in the autumn night was a bit cool, it was nothing to her as a martial artist.

She walked step by step to a pavilion over there, there were people in twos and threes in the pavilion, two very hot, hot and revealing women were leaning on a man, talking about something, the three of them laughed wildly, swing.

On the other side, there is a girl who is making a wish by setting off a river lantern. She is wearing a green dress, squatting by the river next to the pavilion, closing her eyes and praying to heaven.

Qing Mulan looked at such a simple and honest person, and couldn't help feeling a little admiration in her heart.

Although Dayan has been at war, the people of Dayan have not been affected much by the flames of war. Although the king of Nanjun has contributed to this, but the real masters of Dayan, Ta Barui and Huangfu Yao, are very resourceful. .

In the midst of the flames of war, being able to see such simple and beautiful things is also a way for the superiors to govern the country!
After sighing, Qing Mulan followed the little fireflies that could hardly be seen and walked towards the pavilion over there. Her arrival did not attract anyone's attention, because on this Mid-Autumn Festival night, everyone was immersed in their own In happiness and beauty.

Walking into the pavilion, Qing Mulan's gaze was suddenly attracted by the moon-white figure from her back.

The back is like the stars and the moon, hazy and beautiful, even if you can't see the real face of the owner of the back, you can guess his personable and casual indifference.

In front of him was a lyre.

Lyre? !

Qing Mulan's eyes suddenly widened, the disbelief in her eyes was particularly obvious, when her eyes touched the purple lyre, even her fingers trembled.

She carefully concealed her gaffe, put her trembling hands back into her sleeves, and then leaned against a pillar of the pavilion, as if looking at the scenery.

But what she didn't expect was that the scenery had already expected her to come.

People who look at the scenery don't know when they will become the scenery in the eyes of others.

The ethereal sound of the zither sounded slowly in the night, and the pavilion, which seemed a little lively just a moment ago, suddenly became quiet at this moment.

The joking men and women looked at the back of the person playing the piano with interest, the curiosity and appreciation in their eyes were particularly obvious.

The girl who put the river lanterns to pray was also attracted by the sound of the zither. She was still squatting by the river, but there was a little more peace and satisfaction between her eyebrows and eyes because of the sound of the zither.

Qing Mulan has never heard this qin tune, she has always been good at the qin, but she never played it in front of anyone, so it is a secret that she likes the qin tune.

But now when she meets this person, this piano, this song, she feels a little bit like encountering a bosom friend by chance. The person who played it is obviously pursuing a peaceful, leisurely, quiet, deep and distant realm, but He obviously still has this entanglement in his heart, and he can't achieve the true unity of human and song.

Qing Mulan slightly closed her eyes, feeling every melody and rhythm in this beautiful piano sound, and also feeling the thoughts and helplessness of the player who played it.

The sound of the piano gradually became weaker and thinner. As the water passed by, what came was a mist. She couldn't guess what the player wanted to express, but she could feel the mood of the player at the moment .

Tentative?

Or recognize people by sound?

The meaning of this person's qin is beyond the strings, because the words are exhaustive and the meaning is endless. If you are not a person who understands the qin, you will not understand it at all.

"Miss, do you think this song is still in your ears?" Qing Mulan's eyes suddenly opened as the clear voice came to her ears.

The appreciation and admiration in his eyes were gone, replaced by icy coldness and defense.

Who is this person?

The man playing the piano slowly stood up, revealing his side face in the eyes of everyone who hadn't recovered from his piano sound.

Delicate, perfect.

But Qing Mulan was not shocked, her gaze was still indifferent.

The man gently put down his wide sleeves, then turned around, raised his eyes to look at Qing Mulan, as if he already knew which direction Qing Mulan was in the pavilion, beside which pillar.

And the sound of his piano is only played for her alone.

As for whether he could understand it, he didn't know.

The man turned around, his handsome and cold face was exposed under the flickering light, Qing Mulan's hand tightened, but tighter than her hand was her heart.

"It's you?" She raised her eyebrows, the poppy flower painted on her forehead was gone, replaced by a crimson cherry blossom.

"Unexpectedly, the girl still remembers me." The person who spoke was the man in the green shirt who went to the city gate with Nanxin to meet Qing Mulan that day—Tatbayou!

"Of course I remember, the young master is very human, how could I not remember." Qing Mulan smiled, but the coldness in her eyes was still half gone, on the contrary, when she saw the handsome and extraordinary face, she became even colder point.

Ta Bayou smiled lightly, and raised his hand to signal Qing Mulan to come here to talk, "Since the girl is here to listen to the music below, why come down and enjoy the artistic conception of the music together?"

Qing Mulan narrowed her beautiful eyes, pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."

This person obviously already knew her identity, but he still called out like a girl, as if the two of them just met by chance tonight, and tonight was their first acquaintance. His identity really made her more and more curious.

Could it be that she really isn't Dayan's fourth prince, Tatbayou?

You know, if it's a teaser, he will definitely test himself, and even make himself hate him, but the man in front of him has a great attitude when he raises his hands, and he doesn't seem to be someone who has any objections to her.

Ta Bayou looked at Qing Mulan with a calm expression, thinking that this woman is really calm enough, even though she already doubted herself, she still calmly approached him a little bit more.

Presumably she is still not sure of her true identity.he thinks.

A small table had been prepared by Tartabayou's side long ago, when Qing Mulan saw the light purple cushion on the small table, her eyes flickered slightly.

After the two sat down, the outsiders in the pavilion had already left at some point, and even the girl who put the river lantern to make a wish left consciously.

Just the looks, manners, and conversations of these two people, as well as the icy coldness in their eyes, who would dare to stay any longer?
"Miss, do you know the name of the song just now?" Tatbayou's long and slender fingers lightly plucked the purple lyre, one sound after another, and the sparse sound came out, although it was intermittent, it was not abrupt.

Qing Mulan didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, but because the song he played earlier really touched her heart, so she let go of her grievances and discussed it with him.

"I can't guess the name, but this song is sometimes empty and sometimes quiet. In this noisy night, it creates a kind of profoundness. Just look at your fingering, and then combine it with this far-reaching. In terms of music theory, you It’s already been great.”

(End of this chapter)