Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2897 Start by step: Since ancient times, the emperor’s family has been in love (41)

The sound of the guqin contains countless kinds of affection and charm. It lingers in the night view of the river in this early summer, listening to people’s ears and falling in the hearts of people, as if all the senses are occupied by the sound of the guqin, and drunk in it, Ethereal and hard to find.

  Dyeing white is just listening quietly, without any movement.

  The girl in white clothes looks into the distance and listens to the sound of the piano. There is a line between the sea and the sky everywhere, and it feels that the distance is very far away.

  Until the sound of the guqin faded away, disappeared, as if leaving between the heavens and the earth, but still seemed to be lingering around the rivers of the moon for a long time.

  The charm of three days around the beam is in it, the ancient voice seems to be above the top of the mountain, and the wind is in the vast world.

  It is as if the imperial voice that came from Qionglou Yuyu on the palace gate that day fell into the mortal world, making people fascinated and unable to control themselves.

  The lingering sound is endless, for three days, with a long recall and a deep artistic conception.

  Ranbai recalled the disappearance of the guqin sound in her heart, she released the movement of holding the railing, stepped into the painting, and the snow-colored dress was flying with the wind.

   "Jiang up tunes Yuqin, one string clears one heart."

  "Ling Ling has seven strings over and over, and Wan Mu Chengyou Yin."

Ran Bai opened her mouth softly, her voice as clear as ice and snow, and her tone was extremely weak. She opened the curtain and walked to the huge screen embroidered with mountains, rivers and rivers, and she saw the man in mysterious clothes kneeling in front of the guqin with a lonely expression. Absolutely.

From her perspective, you can see the young prince’s sharp and handsome beauty. The lines are clean and smooth, which outlines the beauty of the world. The silhouette of the eyelashes is too long, casting a thin shadow, and the narrow and narrow Danfeng eyes are hidden under the eyelashes. .

  He wore mysterious clothes, with moiré sleeves, like a fairy, not like a character in this mortal world.

  "It can make the moon white and deepen the river."

  The dyed white eyes stared at Mo Liyan, his expression was as cold as snow, word by word, every word.

  "Since I know the phoenix tree branches, you can emblem gold."

  When Mo Liyan was on the glazed tile wall of the imperial palace, he chanted "Ling Ling seven strings all over, Wan Mu Cheng Yu Yin." is this Jiang Shang Qin Xingzhong sentence.

  Mo Liyan finished playing the guqin, his black moiré sleeves were loosely pulled on his wrists, lining the wrist bones delicately, and his complexion was fair. He casually tapped his fingertips on the piano stand, making a cold sound, hanging down his long eyelashes thinly, and listening indifferently to the poems said by the girl without raising his eyes.

He half-squinted his long and narrow Danfeng eyes, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, three points of evil spirit, seven points of unmoved coldness, thin lips lightly opened, and slowly repeated chewing such a sentence, like a smile but not a smile, joy and anger Difficult to distinguish: "I first knew that the phoenix tree branches could be inscribed with gold."

He hung down his silver-white sleeves with flowing moiré piping, held on to the wine cup and poured himself a glass of strong wine, thinking of such a sentence, suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the white, the emotions contained in the black eyes were evil and hostile, and his tone was slightly cool. "What do you want to say?"

The confrontation was so fierce, as if looking like a cold blade, dyed white but looked unchanged, just stepped closer, stopped in front of Mo Liyan, leaned over with his hands on the piano stand, looked at him flatly, and whispered: "It's what the prince wants."

Mo Liyan looked at the girl in that way. The eyes of the two collided in mid-air, and he did not give in. His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, Ling Ling and cold, deep black eyes in the deep sea. The tidal waves undulate, as if they can drown people in an instant.

   "King Jin is a son of the imperial family, and he has strength and ambition, far away from Kyoto and wandering in the mountains and rivers, but it is not what you want."

  Ranbai straightened up, as if talking to herself.

   "Ling Bai."

  He called her name so coldly, without any emotion, as if he was reading a cold object, even his tone was extremely repulsive, even with a bit of unnoticeable disgust.

  "Don't even think about the king's mind."

  His eyes fell silent inch by inch, like the moment he was frozen into the abyss.

  "You are in Prince Jin's Mansion, you only need to obey orders."

  Mo Liyan doesn't like being speculated by others, and he doesn't like interacting with others.

  This is always what he hates most.

   "This is your bottom line?" The girl's eyes fell into the moonlight, she looked cold and unwarm, "Then King Jin was right?"

"Get out." Mo Liyan uttered three words mercilessly and closed his eyes again. The wind and cloud surging and the unpredictable curious eyes were also covered, his tone was very calm, but the dangerous aura did not diminish in the slightest, three thousand Mo The windless self-dancing, set off his unparalleled tolerance, like an ancient sword that has been silent for a long time and finally came out of its sheath, wherever it goes, the sharpness is revealed.

  The young prince’s slender fingers rested on the guqin again, making an unusually gorgeous and sharp sound, which was different from the high mountains and flowing water at the beginning of the song just now.

This time, the first scale from the beginning is extremely high, but it does not appear to be abrupt. It is like being in a treacherous battlefield. It is invincible. On the high and low scales, it is constantly playing an astounding world. .

Dye Bai stayed silent for a long time, after all, she didn't step on his bottom line anymore, and walked out of the painting boat alone, her fingertips swept across the carved railing, she walked forward flatly, but the dark railing behind her left a deep impression. Mark of.

  She didn't feel that Mo Liyan's bottom line was that position.

  Maybe it's just about the things behind that position that is his taboo.

  Dyeing white is rare for a moment of upset,

  On this plane, this person's guard is too strict. He has never let go of any traces of guard, and his only purpose seems to have only such a supreme position.

  A few moments,

  Ying Bai has calmed down, and there is no emotional fluctuation in her heart. She has always been sensible, and the emotions that shouldn't be cleared up sooner or later.

  The snow-clothed girl listened to the sound of the guqin from the painting, suddenly stretched out her hand, in mid-air, on the sparkling river, under the moonlight like frost, her fingertips were glowing with the cold and whiteness of the moonlight.

  The slight coolness falls on the palm of the hand.

It's raining.

  Early summer and late at night,

  It became shady in a blink of an eye.

  The rain began to fall in patters and effusives, covering such a prosperous capital, Kyoto like a tulle, but then suddenly became more urgent and the rain became stronger.

  The moon disappeared at some point, hiding behind the lingering cloud.

  Ranbai was caught in the rain, and his clothes were wet, but he did not walk back, but stood there quietly, listening to the rain.

  The patter of rain fell on the surface of the river, rippling waves one after another, rippling and rippling, swirling in beautiful circles.

  The cold raindrops slid down the girl's side face, and the sound of the guqin behind her did not stop for a long time.

  I don’t know how long has passed,

  Leng Yu knocked on the window,

  Mo Liyan stopped the action of plucking the strings, and looked out the window with his eyes faint.

  It's raining.

  　——Jiang Shangqin builds Changjian

  (End of this chapter)