After the noble lady was reborn, the whole mansion begged her for forgiveness

In the golden autumn season, under the osmanthus tree, the tiny petals dance lightly in the wind and the air is filled with a faint sweet fragrance, as if even time is frozen by this tenderness.

Qin Suling was wearing a dance costume as light as flowing clouds, standing in this ocean of fragrance, but her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

She knew very well that if she could really see through the subtleties of Qin Suyu's logical reasoning, she would not be able to help but laugh out loud and point out the subtle flaws in the logical chain, but at this moment, she was more concerned about the harmony and disharmony of the scene before her.

Admittedly, she is not an expert at playing the zither and her understanding of music is only superficial, but this does not prevent her from feeling the emotions and artistic conception conveyed by the vibration of each string.

She thought to herself that the famous musical instrument that General Qi had taken great pains to collect might not be played just for her, but rather his endless pursuit of perfection in his heart found sustenance in the sound of the musical instrument.

As Qi Qiyuan played the piano leisurely, a clear melody like flowing water in the mountains flowed out. His face was as calm as water, but his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm and persistence for music.

At the end of the song, he shook his head gently, a movement that showed both his relentless pursuit of perfection and a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

He turned to Jin Lan who was standing beside him and whispered, "Look again."

The two words were succinct and powerful, revealing unquestionable authority.

Qin Suling smiled bitterly when she heard this. This was the seventh famous piano that failed to meet Qi Qiyuan's strict requirements.

She knew very well that this man, who had an almost obsessive pursuit of perfection, was driven by some kind of maximalism or hidden compulsive tendency, and this demanding attitude, like an invisible shackle, made her feel unprecedented pressure.

She couldn't help but ask herself, could her dancing posture really complement the extraordinary piano music as he wished?

At first, Qi Qiyuan had summoned many musicians from the Jiaofangsi to accompany Qin Suling, but those tunes, whether passionate or gentle, seemed bland in his ears, and eventually none of them were spared and were all replaced.

Whenever Qin Suling secretly muttered in her heart, "Why not do it herself?", Qi Qiyuan actually responded to this silent expectation and played the piano himself.

At that moment, his fingers jumped on the strings like a dragon soaring into the sky. His skills were so superb that Qin Suling was dumbfounded and an unprecedented shock surged in his heart.

"Why don't you dance, but instead stare at my fingertips?"

Qi Qiyuan's voice was calm but contained a barely perceptible hint of teasing, which instantly made Qin Suling's cheeks turn red like a burning cloud.

She was deeply shocked by the heavenly music produced by those hands used to conquering, and thinking of his slender and flexible fingers, she couldn't help but feel a strange emotion in her heart, as if these hands were really born to play the piano.

"You are staring at me like this, could it be that you have a special liking for my hands?"

Qi Qiyuan's words were a bit teasing, which made Qin Suling even more flustered. She quickly shook her head to deny: "No... No..."

It was late at night and the candlelight flickered inside the green silk tent, reflecting the complex moods of the two people.

Qi Qiyuan asked softly, his tone was both gentle and insistent: "Why don't you like my hands?"

His words were like a breeze in the night, gently brushing Qin Suling's heart, yet carrying a power that could not be ignored.

"Don't like this?"

He continued to ask questions, and each question sounded like a test and an invitation.

"Is this still not to your liking?"

Qin Suling closed her eyes tightly, unwilling to face Qi Qiyuan's majesty under his formal suit, and even more unwilling to look directly into his eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

However, Qi Qiyuan's voice was low and firm, like an irresistible command: "Open your eyes and look at me. Your eyes have long belonged to me. Where I let you look is where your gaze will go."

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Finally, the arrival of the eighth zither, as if it was fate, made Qi Qiyuan smile with satisfaction.

From then on, whenever the moonlight was as bright as a silk thread and the sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant, every time Qin Suling danced, she was accompanied by Qi Qiyuan's exquisite piano music.

He cleared the area and waited, not wanting anyone to disturb the tranquility and beauty that belonged only to the two of them.

As Qin Suling danced, she was breathing lightly and sweating, her cheeks flushed. Every movement she made was full of emotion and vitality. What intoxicated Qi Qiyuan the most was her total devotion and selflessness when she danced.

At this moment, the whole world seems to have stopped, leaving only him playing the piano and her dancing under the osmanthus tree, weaving together a legend about love and pursuit, perfection and harmony.

In the time that Qi Qiyuan remembered deeply, the years seemed to be gently woven into every breeze and every fallen leaf, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world and the killing, leaving only a piece of pure land. Under the osmanthus tree, the petals danced lightly, and the figures of the two people intertwined in the mottled light and shadow, and the harmony of the piano and the zither painted an unprecedented scene of tranquility and peace.

The quiet courtyard hidden behind the bustling city seems like a paradise. The melodious sound of the piano is like the sound of a spring or the spring breeze, which can be heard day after day.

The servants of the Marquis Yongyi's mansion were all intoxicated by the melodious tune, mistakenly attributing the elegance to the flow of Qin Suling's fingertips. In private, they whispered to each other, their eyes flashing with envy and speculation about this indissoluble bond.

"No wonder General Qi is so infatuated with her. The sound of the zither is simply so captivating..."

"Yes, it turns out that Madam is not only beautiful, but also has such talent. It is truly a match made in heaven."

"Listen, today's music seems to be more lingering and sad. It must be because the general and his wife are deeply in love. There is sweetness in the music."

These words, like whispers in the breeze, gently brushed through every corner of the Yongyi Marquis's Mansion, but also quietly reached the ears of the housekeeper.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a faint smile, but a hint of severity flashed in his eyes, and then he warned in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense, General Qi's sweetheart, is it someone you can discuss casually?"

Upon hearing this, the maids and servants' faces suddenly changed. They hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy, swearing and promising never to do it again.

The butler looked at their terrified expressions and sighed inwardly. After they begged for mercy for a while, he slowly spoke: "I will remember what happened today. I hope you will take care of yourself. If General Qi really knows about it, the consequences will be something you will not be able to bear."

The butler thought to himself that he was very familiar with this piano sound.

Having followed General Qi for more than ten years, he was well aware of every subtle change in the general.

The lingering piano music flowing from behind the closed door was definitely not something Qin Suling could control. Instead, it was General Qi who played the piano himself, using the music to express his feelings and his deep attachment to his wife.

He thought carefully and realized that the last time he heard General Qi play the piano was nearly ten years ago.

The music of the piano at that time was mostly aloof and solemn, like the cold edge of a general on the battlefield.

But now, the piano music has become so mournful, gentle, and even cheerful, especially today's song, which is so lingering and affectionate that it seems to be able to penetrate people's hearts and reach the depths of their souls.

The butler could not help but be secretly surprised, for he knew very well that General Qi had a cold disposition and did not easily reveal his emotions, let alone such affectionate piano music.

He originally thought that no one in this world could truly enter General Qi's heart, but the scene before him made him confused.

Why does the general treat Qin Suling so differently?

How did this deep affection take root in the general's heart and blossom into such a splendid flower?

He looked up at the tightly closed door, his heart filled with ripples, a mixture of emotion about the general's emotional changes and deep blessings for this wonderful relationship.

In this quiet courtyard, the sound of the piano is still melodious, as if whispering, telling an unknown love story.