Gong Suo Xinyu: Brothers are all very handsome

night.

Qi Feng and Yan Yan were relatively silent, and the room was silent for a while.

"Do you really hate me so much?"

Qi Feng turned around, leaving her with a lonely back, his voice was low and hoarse, not as domineering as before, only a trace of desolation and compromise remained, and the piercing words felt pain in his heart.

Seeing his injured appearance, Yan Yan couldn't help but want to deny it, but when she thought about how she almost died just now, she blurted out angrily: "Yes, I just hate you, because I hate you, I hate you Your domineering, I hate your..."

Yan Yan stared at the suddenly enlarged face in front of him, and stopped a word in his mouth.He was so close to her, his breath was tickling her face.

She felt that his long eyelashes had touched hers, and his nose had almost touched hers, her breath lightly touched her cheeks, and Yan Yan trembled all over.

He stared straight at her naked body with bewitching eyes, held her arms tightly with both hands, put away the previous loneliness, and shouted evilly: "Then I will keep you by my side even more, and torture you well." you!"

His palms were very hot, through his clothes, ironing her arms.

"You pervert!" Yan Yan was slightly stunned, then moved back angrily, feeling her face was hot, even her arms were hot, she was almost charmed by him.

"Pervert? Then I'm a pervert. If you want to go to the prince, I advise you to give up on it as soon as possible, because—" Qi Feng bullied her, still smiling wickedly, his clear eyes revealing With firmness, "You are mine!"

The new moon is like an eyebrow.

Starry.

Yan Yan was about to die of anger, his face was still burning hot, and the crook of his arm was burning hot, as if he had left a mark on him, and he was upset for a while.He kept scolding Qi Feng for being a pervert, why did he just stare at him.

I don't know if I'm tired of scolding or tired of walking.Yan Yan stopped and looked around, the starry sky at night was quiet, and people's mood gradually calmed down.

In such a comfortable environment, Yan Yan caught a glimpse of a pavilion not far away, with green bamboo as a railing, jade as a seat, and hanging curtains, quietly sitting there under the soft moonlight, revealing a breathtaking beautiful.

I was tired of talking and walking, so I walked into the pavilion and vaguely saw the words "Qingyin Pavilion".

A green bamboo piano case.

A sandalwood guqin.

Harmoniously soft together.

Seeing no one around, Yan Yan sat on the stone seat, plucked the strings lightly, and the piano sounded like gurgling water.Touching the guqin lightly, I can't help but think of an ancient poem:

Xiao Xiao has a few leaves and wind and rain, and it is more bitter to be away from others.The pillow counts the autumn, and the toad lays the early strings.

Yehan was frightened and was thin, tears and lanterns fell.There is no sadness everywhere, and the light dust is in Yuqin.

Yan Yan let out a long sigh in her heart, pointed back and plucked the strings, and a piece of "Thoughts Returning" poured out continuously from her fingertips.Sometimes it is as turbulent as water, and sometimes it is as peaceful as fog.The piano caresses to the end, like frost and snow at the end of the world, lonely without trace, separated forever, and more thoughtful.

A song "Thinking of Home" is just finished, and I can't help crying on the strings.The melody lingered endlessly, but it pierced her heart like a piercing lung.She is single, deep in the palace, and can only miss her relatives in another time and space. This song "Thinking of Return" was taught to her by her mother at that time, saying that no matter where she goes in the future, she must remember home and always All there, tired, just go home.

"Papa papa" applause sounded, Yan Yan turned his head to look, Qi Yi was dressed in a simple and elegant white robe and walked towards her slowly with a smile.

Yan Yan lowered his head and wiped his tears with his fingers, but he gently held his hand, took out a handkerchief from his arms, gently wiped away her tears, and asked with concern: "Why are you crying here alone?"

When Yan Yan was asked with concern, his heart suddenly felt sour, and he threw himself into his arms, crying loudly.

Qi Yi was startled, then put his arms around her, and patted her on the back softly: "It's fine if you cry."

Yan Yan was in his arms, and gradually stopped talking.Listening to his steady heartbeat, Yan Yan realized that it was he who rushed into his arms, blushed, and broke away from his arms, annoyed: "I'm sorry, Prince, I didn't mean to."

"It's my honor to be hugged by a talented woman, isn't it?" Qi Yi smiled quietly.

"Don't make fun of me." Yan Yan smiled through his tears, thinking to himself that he just stole the words from the ancients.

"Just smile." He looked at her and smiled again, "Look at you, when you smile, you are more beautiful than the flowers in this palace."

"No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they need the backdrop of green leaves to be breathtakingly beautiful. However, in front of you, I can only be green leaves. How can I be more beautiful than flowers?" He joked.

He smiled slightly.

The night wind came with fragrance.

"My name is Qi Yi. I didn't mean to lie to you before." Qi Yi stared at the guqin in front of him, and stroked it quietly, his eyes were as clear as a mountain. "Actually, I knew you were from Seventh Brother's palace. Seventh brother returned to the palace, and we brothers went to Yuyang Palace, just in time to see you in a coma."

Yan Yan sat aside and listened quietly, not knowing what to say.

"I really envy my seventh brother. Since he was a child, he can do whatever he wants and live the life he wants. But I can't." He said flatly, "Actually, he should have a different feeling for you. "

"He is a pervert. He brought me into the palace just to think of ways to torture me. When he saw that I was unhappy, he was happy." Hearing him talking about Qi Feng, Yan Yan said angrily.

"Why did he torture you? It's not because he likes you." A smile flashed across Qi Yi's face, and he touched the Guqin with his fingers.

The sound of the piano is suddenly clear and transparent, hearty and dripping, as clear as spring water.Suddenly simple and honest, indifferent and lofty, deep like pine waves.Yan Yan stared at him blankly, he was intoxicated by the sound of the piano, his fingers sometimes plucked the strings lightly and sometimes eagerly.

At the end of the song, there was a moment of trance, Yan Yan felt that there was a detached indifference between his brows, but there was also a deeply buried pain.

"Does it sound good?"

Qi Yi stared at the startled Yan Yan with a smile on his face.

"En." Yan Yan, who came back to his senses, nodded heavily at him, "But..."

"But what?"

"Being the prince is very tiring. Although you are smiling all the time, there is always a hint of sadness in your eyes."

Qi Yi smiled and patted her on the head, through the lightly hanging curtain, the mist was lingering and the fragrance of flowers was overflowing.Why can she see his mood at a glance, but why the queen can't.

"Do you know? My queen mother fought for me to be the prince, but I really don't want to be the prince. Being a prince is too tiring. People in the world only know how honorable the prince is, and you can get what you want and enjoy it all." The world. As everyone knows, the more you get, the more you give. I just live in constraints, watching the relationship between the brothers break up for the crown prince. You and I are on the same side, and they are on the same side. If possible, I just want to live a happy life. A free life with mountains and water.”

Qi Feng didn't know what was wrong with him, he only knew that he needed someone to talk to, and she, he believed her inexplicably in his heart.

"That's why you want to escape from the palace and escape from all the battles here." Yan Yan could understand his mood at this time, and she could understand why he couldn't always be completely happy.

Qi Yi looked vaguely at the curtain, and with a "buzz", the string in his hand snapped, tearing apart the quiet night sky.

"Your hand is fine."

Yan Yan stared at his hand with wide eyes.

Qi Feng raised his hand to his eyes, stared at the red spot on his hand, rubbed his fingers, caressed the broken string, and said lightly: "I'm fine, but I'm sorry for this piano. It's missing a string, so I'll play it again. I can't play a beautiful song anymore."

"If the string is broken, it can be connected again, can't it?"

Yan Yan stared at him, speaking word by word.

"Yes, the string is broken, you can connect it again." Qi Yi murmured and repeated her words, his thoughts wandering.

I remember when he was seven years old, he fell in love with the piano for the first time, but his mother forbade him to learn it, saying that he should read more books.The people in the palace dare not teach him because of the strength of the queen mother.Every time, he could only sneak to a remote place to realize it bit by bit.

Slowly, he began to play well.

I don't know who made the whistleblower, but his mother learned about his self-taught guqin.Regardless of how much he was crying, the queen mother cut off the strings one by one, and locked him in the room for half a month and could not step out of the room.

Until one day, the little seventh brother dragged himself to his room, excitedly took out a guqin, sat him down with his little hands, blinked at him and said, "Second brother, I have a guqin here." , you come to my place every day to play, no one dares to tell the truth, whoever tells the truth, I will punish the father."

In this way, when he wanted to play the piano, he ran to the seventh brother's room to play.Until now, the queen mother does not know that she is still playing the piano.

Later, they got older and older, and the seventh brother became sensible.He also ordered people to build this pavilion, just so that he could play the piano whenever he wanted.

"Prince—" Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Yanyan called softly.

Qi Yi looked back and smiled at him: "Don't call me Prince, from now on, you'll still call me Qi Yi."

"That won't work. If someone overhears you calling you by your name, you will be killed. I still want to escape from the palace and live for a few more years." Yan Yan stuck out his tongue resentfully.

"When no one is around, call me Qi Yi." Qi Yi gently put the broken string away in his hand, with heartache in his eyes.

"En." He nodded emphatically.

"It's getting late at night, I'll take you back." He stood up, the night wind lifted the curtain, and gusts of mist blew in, making it hard to see clearly.

Along the way, Yanyan always glanced at him secretly, and he just quietly stood by his right side without saying a word, and he didn't know what he was thinking, only felt that the atmosphere was weird, but it wouldn't embarrass him either. Uncomfortable, but enjoying the silence of this moment.

After sending it to the door, he left.Yan Yan turned around and opened the door, she was taken aback, only to see the two maidservants who had said behind her back were looking at her.