"hey-hey!"
Looking up, Yin Luzhu smiled sheepishly, "I haven't played this bell for a long time, it's a bit unfamiliar."
Everyone: "..."
Don't dare to count on it!
Gu Tingfang sensitively caught the key point of Yin Luzhu's words. He was slightly shocked, "Prince Yin, do you know this piano?"
Yin Luzhu nodded, "This harp is called Hao Zhong. The sound of this harp is as loud as the sound of a bell and the sound of a horn, which is deafening. Legend has it that Boya once played this harp, and later..."
As if he realized something, Yin Luzhu's voice gradually died down.
Gu Tingfang stared at her and narrowed her eyes slightly.
At that time, the name of the legitimate daughter of the Fu family moved the capital of Yin. On Fu Yushi's birthday, he gave this object to his daughter, Fu Wansheng.
Later, when the Fu family was in trouble and was confiscated, the Qin returned to Dayin Palace.
How could...Yin Luzhu also know?
Gu Tingfang wanted to ask something else, but Shen Nanxiao's gentle voice suddenly sounded, "Prince Yin, let's begin."
Gu Tingfang glanced at Shen Nanxiao and said nothing more.
"Hmph!" Yan Hua snorted softly, "Prince Yin, are you struggling to your death?"
Ignoring Yan Hua's cynicism, Yin Luzhu glanced at Feng Qiqin in front of him and calmed down his thoughts.
The night is as cool as water, the bright moon hangs high, the bead curtains are rolled lightly, and the jade hooks are hanging idle. The traces of summer cover the layers of palaces. The wind blows and the flowers fall, and a wave of green water leaves the night sky.
Yin Luzhu sat there with his fingertips lightly raised.
In an instant, the sound of the piano flowed out.
The sound of the piano flows between the rise and fall of the fingertips, either empty or real, and ever-changing, like a trickling spring in a deep stream, clear, ethereal, exquisite and translucent, and then the water gathers into a strong gurgling current.
Euphemistic and continuous, like a mountain spring winding from a deep valley, flowing slowly, the music of the piano lingers in the ears, and the heart is trembling. The sound is like the roar of the pine wind, and like the rushing flow of spring water.
The huge hall fell silent instantly. Everyone looked at each other and saw surprise in their eyes.
The beautiful and lively sound of the piano flows out from Yin Luzhu's fingers, like a thin thread flowing through the heart, soft, quiet, comfortable and comfortable.
The shadow of the passing years, the song of the wind, the elegance of the moon, a thousand words of endless chatter, the broken strings of the piano, the blood covering the fingertips, the frozen growth rings, the sound of the piano echoing in the desolate place
Yin Jingchao looked at Yin Luzhu in astonishment, watching her skillfully playing the strings and making a sweet sound. He did not come back to his senses for a long time.
Luzhu, when did you learn these things?
What did she do behind her back?
Yin Jingchao's eyes suddenly sore and tears fell down.
Yin Ping coughed lightly and silently handed over a handkerchief, "Your Majesty, you are still in the Yin Palace. If others see you, they will laugh."
Yin Jingchao wiped away his tears and whispered: "I have neglected Lu Zhu all these years, but I didn't expect that she didn't miss anything. This piano skill is really unrivaled."
The sound of the piano continues, and now it is no longer as clear and clear as before, but has become thicker, sonorous and powerful, as if what is being played is not the piano, but the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away.
All the splendor of this floating world is completely natural under the twists and turns.
After the song ended, Yin Luzhu breathed a long sigh of relief.
'It's really been a long time since I touched this piano. Fortunately, I didn't let down the bell. '
Across a short distance, Gu Tingfang stared at her silently. He suddenly realized that Yin Luzhu seemed... a little strange.
"Do you remember giving this bell to Prince Chu Xiang's Mansion?"
Gu Tingfang's voice brought back everyone who was immersed in the sound of the piano.
