Chapter 2897

The Guqin sound contains countless emotions and charm. It is surrounded by the night scenery on the river in early summer. It is heard by people's ears and falls among people's hearts, as if all senses are occupied by the Guqin sound. It is difficult to find if you want to get drunk.

Dyed white just listened quietly without any action.

The girl in white looks into the distance and listens to the sound of the piano. It is a place with a line between the sea and the sky. She feels that the distance is very far away.

Until the sound of the Guqin gradually disappeared and disappeared, as if it had left between heaven and earth, but it was still winding the rivers under the moon for a long time.

It has its own lingering charm of three days around the beam. The sound of high ancient times seems to be higher than the top of the mountain, and the wind is in the vast heaven and earth.

It's like the fairy sound from the palace in the sky and the jade buildings falling into the mortal world. It's intoxicating and can't help it.

The lingering sound is incisive and lasting for three days. The memory is long and the artistic conception is deep.

Ranbai recalls the sound of Guqin in her heart. She releases her grip on the railing and slowly steps into the boat. The snow colored clothes fly with the wind.

"Jiang Yuqin, one string, one heart."

"The seven strings of Ling Ling are repeated, and the ten thousand trees are quiet and Yin."

Ran Bai spoke softly. Her voice was as clear as ice and snow. Her tone was very light. She lifted the veil and walked to the huge screen embroidered with mountains and rivers. Sure enough, she saw the man in black kneeling in front of the Guqin. She looked lonely.

From her point of view, you can see the young prince's angular and handsome beauty face, with clean and smooth lines, outlining the beauty of the world. The eyelash silhouette is too long, casting a thin shadow, and the long and narrow Danfeng eyes are hidden under the eyelashes.

He was dressed in black clothes and cloud sleeves. He was also like a fairy. He didn't look like a figure in this mortal world.

"It can make the river white and make the river deep."

Dyed white eyes stared at Mo Liyan, looking as cool as snow, word by word, word by word.

"Knowing the Wutong branch can emblem gold."

When Mo Liyan was in the glazed tile palace wall of the Imperial Palace, he chanted "the seven strings are cold, and the ten thousand trees are clear and quiet." this is the sentence of the rise of the piano on the river.

After Mo Liyan finished playing the guqin, the black moire sleeves were loosely held on his wrist, lined with fine wrist bones and white skin. His fingertips knocked carelessly on the piano frame, making a quiet and cold sound. He hung his long eyelashes and listened to the poems said by the girl indifferently without lifting his eyes.

In a leisurely manner a faint smile on one's face, he was half naked, and suddenly picked up the Wutong brow. Three points were evil, seven points were unmoved, cold lips, and thin lips were chewed up.

He hung down his silver white flowing cloud lined sleeves, took the wine lamp and poured himself a glass of spirits. Thinking of such a sentence, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at dye white. The emotion contained in his black eyes was evil and fierce, and his tone was slightly cool: "what do you want to say?"

He looked as sharp as a cold blade, but his expression remained unchanged. He just approached step by step, stopped in front of Mo Liyan, leaned over with his piano frame in his hands, looked down at him, and whispered, "what does the Lord want?"

Mo Liyan looked at the girl like that. Their eyes collided in mid air and did not give in at all. His thin lips pursed into a straight line, Ling lie and coldly. The waves like tides in the deep black eyes seemed to drown and devour people in an instant.

"King Jin is the son of the royal family. He has strength and ambition. He is far away from Kyoto and wanders in the mountains and rivers, but he is not what you want."

Ranbai straightens up and seems to be talking to herself.

"Ling Bai."

He called her name so coldly without any emotion. It was like reading a cold object. Even his tone was extremely repelled, and even took a minute or two of imperceptible disgust.

"Don't try to guess the king's mind."

His eyes were silent inch by inch, like the moment when he reflected into the abyss.

"You are in King Jin's house. You only need to obey orders."

Mo Liyan doesn't like to be guessed, and doesn't like to communicate with others.

This has always been his most disgusting.

"This is your bottom line?" the girl's eyes fell into the moonlight, looking cold and not warm. "Is the king Jin right?"

"Get out." Mo Liyan spit out three words mercilessly and closed his eyes again. The wind and clouds surged, and the unpredictable and treacherous eyes were also covered. His tone was very calm, but the dangerous breath did not drop at all. Three thousand Mo hair danced without wind, and his bearing was unparalleled. It was like an ancient sword that had been silent for a long time and finally came out of its scabbard. It was sharp everywhere.

The young prince put his slender fingers on the Guqin again and made an extremely gorgeous and sharp sound, which is different from the high mountains and flowing water at the beginning of the song.

This time, from the first scale at the beginning, it was extremely high, but it didn't seem abrupt. It was like being in a treacherous battlefield, with smoke everywhere and invincible. It was playing a soul stirring world unique music back and forth on the ups and downs of the scale.

Ran Bai was silent for a long time. After all, she didn't step on his bottom line. She walked out of the boat alone. Her fingertips ran across the carved railing. She walked forward blandly, but a deep trace was left on the dark railing behind her.

She doesn't feel that the bottom line of Mo Liyan is that position.

Maybe it's just about what's behind that position, which is his taboo.

Dyed white seldom gets upset for a moment,

This plane, this person's mind is too strict. He has never put down any trace of vigilance. His only purpose seems to be only such a supreme position.

For a few moments,

Ranbai has calmed down. There is no emotional fluctuation in her heart. Her reason is always excellent. Some emotions that shouldn't be cleaned up sooner or later.

Listening to the Guqin sound from the boat, the girl in snow suddenly stretched out her hand. In mid air, on the sparkling river water and under the frost of the moon, her fingertips were filled with the coolness and whiteness of the glittering moonlight.

A slight coolness fell on the palm of the hand.

it's raining.

Late at night in early summer,

It became cool in the twinkling of an eye.

At the beginning of the rain, it fell like a gauze over the prosperous capital of great Chu. Then it suddenly became urgent, and the rain grew stronger and stronger.

I don't know when the moon disappeared, hiding behind the lingering clouds.

Ranbai was drenched in the rain. Her clothes were wet, but she didn't go back. She just stood there quietly and listened to the rain.

The rain fell on the river, rippling one after another, rippling and rippling, turning out a beautiful circle.

The cold rain drops slid down the girl's side face, and the Guqin sound behind her never stopped for a long time.

I don't know how long it took,

Cold rain knocks on the window,

Mo Liyan stopped plucking the strings and looked out of the window. His eyes were light.

It's raining.