Chapter 589 (1/2)

Murong Zhining raised her finger and pointed to the bottom of the building: ”it's Mr. Cheng playing flute. Don't disturb him. It's very moving! My mood has not been disturbed, this song let me faint some worry, I am afraid my memory is not as good as before! ”

Yuan Zhi gently grasped Murong Zhining: ”don't force yourself. You can't forget the painless memory. A lot of tunes are the same. Maybe what you've heard is just a little similar. This song is called ”dream back to the Han and Tang Dynasties”, and it is almost lost. ”

Murong Zhining, like being struck by lightning, lost her balance.

Yuan Zhi didn't see Murong Zhining's gaffe. When she was drunk, she picked her up: ”you see, you can't stand still when you drink. If it's not for me, you should fall on the ground.”

Murong Zhining plunges into Yuan Zhi's arms and sobs softly. It suddenly occurred to her that on the way back to SHANGXIA for the first time, chiyun Yuexuan and chiyun Yuexuan were attacked. Chiyun Yuexuan took her away to Yuanzhi's house with arrow wound. Chiyun Yuexuan had been sitting on a big stone a few feet away from her tent, which was also played with a flute. It is that night, opened her and chiyun Yuexuan emotional change prologue.

Yuan Zhi put Murong Zhining on the chair and asked softly, ”what's the matter? Was it all right? ” He dashed madly to the edge of the terrace and burst out, ”stop blowing, don't you want your head?”

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped downstairs, Murong Zhining's plaintive cry echoed in the night, which was particularly abrupt.

Liu Mengqin had already been scared out of his wits. He said, ”Xiaoqing, do you think you've made trouble? The emperor is fine. After listening to your flute, how can you burst into tears? Oh, will Lord yuan come to trouble and convict us? ”

Cheng Yanqing calmly smile: ”it can make people sad and happy, which shows that my flute has extraordinary appeal! Don't worry. The emperor is reluctant to kill me. I want to attract her attention

Before the words fell, Fei Fei went into the backyard: ”Mr. Cheng and Mr. Liu, Mr. Yuan called you two to see you on the terrace.”

Liu Mengqin sat on the ground and said, ”I've made a big mistake Father Fei, spare your life It's none of my junior brother's business. It's my fault... ”

Fei Fei hit Liu Mengqin angrily and said, ”you two are really bold; one is as timid as a mouse. Let's go. The emperor is not a tyrant. He won't be killed

Cheng Yanqing pulls Liu Mengqin from the ground and follows Fei Fei along the wooden ladder to the high terrace.

Murong Zhining had already cleaned up her mood and sat in front of the table, where she had removed the dishes and wine, and placed several dishes of exquisite snacks and fresh fruits.

Yuan Zhi roared angrily, ”who was playing the flute just now?”

Murong Zhining gently pulled Yuan Zhi's sleeve: ”Mr. Yuan, don't scare him two people. In fact, I like the sound of Xiao

Cheng Yanqing knelt down on the ground: ”the emperor, please forgive me. The grass people don't know that the emperor is drinking at night, which disturbs the emperor's elegance! It's better to sing a joyful play to the emperor by the grassroots, which is a kind of apology! ”

Yuan Zhi gave a cold roar: ”you think this is your backyard. If you want to play flute, you can play it. If you want to sing opera, do you want to sing opera? Go and blow a piece of music with good artistic conception to the emperor with this flute. ”

Cheng Yanqing did not have the slightest fear. He stood up calmly, dusted his clothes and arched his hands and said, ”the moonlight is like practice tonight, and the artistic conception is far-reaching. Then the grassroots will blow a song of Guan Shan Yue for the emperor!”

Murong Zhining looked at Yuanzhi with an inquisitive look: ”I haven't touched the Qin for a long time. Why don't I cooperate with him and have a harmonizing sound of Qin and Xiao! How about that? ”

Yuan Zhi wiped away the residual tears in Murong Zhining's eyes with his sleeves, and his love was expressed in his words: ”as long as you don't cry, how can it be good?” He helped Murong Zhining to get up, helped her sit in front of the piano frame, and bent down attentively to flatten the train for her, and then backed back to the chair.

Cheng Yanqing has a conceited smile on his face. He calmly puts the flute under his lips and plays it. Murong Zhining straightened her sleeves, lifted her wrist and sang the Xiao of Cheng Yanqing. A piece of ”Guan Shan Yue” composed of Qin and Xiao, was like a poem and a picture.

Murong Zhining played the strings gracefully and exchanged eyes with Cheng Yanqing from time to time. They soon reached a tacit understanding, and the music became more and more harmonious and beautiful.

The music ends in the flexible and long trill of the flute, and the long return rhyme of the guzheng still reverberates in the air. Cheng Yanqing stands in the same place, as if still immersed in the artistic conception of the tune.

Yuan Zhi stroked his palm: ”Ning'er, I thought you hadn't played the piano for a long time, and you would not be able to keep up with Childe Cheng's rhythm. I didn't expect that you could cover up the falling syllables by using a few transpositions freely. Your adaptability is too strong! It's a wonderful piece of music. It's very pleasant to hear

The intoxicated expression on Cheng Yanqing's face has not faded: ”emperor, you are the best woman who has ever played Guqin! Cao min just heard Mr. Yuan's ”Danfeng Chaoyang”, and he had already heard it as a stop. He didn't expect that the emperor's piano skills were comparable to Mr. Yuan's! ” He spoke with great propriety and praised Yuan Zhi.