The sound of the guqin contains countless emotions and countless charms. It lingers in the night view on the river in early summer, listens to people's ears and falls into people's hearts, as if all senses are occupied by the guqin sound, and they want to be drunk in it, and it is difficult to find.

Ranbai just listened quietly and did not make any moves.

The girl in white looked into the distance and listened to the sound of the piano. At the end was a line between the sea and the sky, and felt that the distance was very far away.

Until the sound of the guqin gradually faded away and disappeared, as if it had left between heaven and earth, it still seemed to be lingering in strands of rivers under the moon, and it would not disperse for a long time.

It has its own charm of three days of surrounding the beam. The ancient sound seems to be above the top of the mountain, and the wind is in the vast world.

It seemed as if the lingering sound of fairy sounds from the palace and jade palace in the sky fell into the mortal world, making people fascinated and unable to control themselves.

The lingering sound is veritable, and the three days are endless, and the reflection is long and the artistic conception is profound.

Ranbai recalled the sound of the guqin that was gradually disappearing and vividly revealed to her heart. She let go of the movement of holding the railing and slowly stepped into the pleasure boat. Her snow-colored clothes flew with the wind.

"The jade qin is tuned on the river, and one string is clear and one heart is clear."

"There are seven strings everywhere, and the trees are clear and the darkness."

Ranbai spoke gently, his voice as clear as ice and snow, and his tone was extremely light. She lifted the gauze curtain and walked towards the huge screen embroidered with mountains, rivers and rivers. Sure enough, she saw the man in black clothes kneeling in front of the guqin, with a lonely expression.

From her perspective, you can see the young prince's handsome face, clean and smooth lines, outlining the beauty of the world. The silhouette of the eyelashes is so long that it is so thin that it casts a thin shadow, and the narrow and shimmering eyes of the phoenix are hidden under the eyelashes.

He was wearing a mysterious robe, with cloud-patterned sleeves, and like a god, not like a person in the mortal world.

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

Ranbai's eyes stared at Mo Liyan, his expression was as cool as snow, word by word, word by word.

"I just realized that the branches of the sycamore tree can be marked with gold."

When Mo Liyan was on the glazed tiled palace wall of the imperial palace, the words "Seven strings are clear and thousands of trees are clear and dark." were the words that were in the mood for the piano on the river.

After Mo Liyan finished playing the guqin, his black cloud-patterned sleeves were loosely wrapped around his wrists, which were set off with delicate wrist bones and fair skin. His fingertips knocked casually on the piano stand, making a cold sound, with long eyelashes hanging down, and his eyes were not raised and he listened indifferently to the poems the girl said.

He half-squinted his long and narrow eyes, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, three points of evil spirits, seven points of unmoved coldness, lightly opened his thin lips, and slowly chewing this sentence, seemingly smiling but not smiling, it is hard to tell the difference between joy and anger: "I only know that the branches of the sycamore tree can be made of gold."

He lowered his sleeves with silver-white cloud-patterned piping, held the wine cup and poured himself a glass of strong wine. Thinking of this sentence, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Yanbai. The emotions contained in his black eyes were evil and violent, and his tone was slightly cool and despicable: "What do you want to say?"

As he faced the gaze that was so sharp that he seemed to be like a cold sharp blade, Ranbai's expression remained unchanged. He just walked step by step and stopped in front of Mo Liyan. He leaned over with his hands on the piano stand, looked straight at him, and whispered: "What is the prince who wants."

Mo Liyan looked at the girl like that. The two of them collided in the air without giving in at all. His thin lips were pursed into a straight line, sharp and cold. The deep black eyes, the deep sea tide-like waves that could drown and swallow people in an instant.

"King Jin is a royal family, and has strength and ambitions. He wanders away from Kyoto and wanders among the mountains and rivers, but he is not what you want."

Ranbai stood up straight, as if talking to himself.

"Lingbai."

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

"Don't guess what I think."

His eyes became cold and silent inch by inch, as if it was a moment when it was reflected into the abyss.

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

Mo Liyan doesn’t like being speculated, and he doesn’t like to be intimate with others.

This is what he hates the most.

"Is this your bottom line?" The girl's eyes fell into the moonlight, looking cold and unwarming, "Was King Jin supposed to be called?"

"Get out." Mo Liyan ruthlessly uttered three words and closed his eyes again. The unpredictable and strange eyes were also blocked. His tone was very calm, but the dangerous aura did not diminish at all. Three thousand ink hair danced without wind, setting off his unparalleled demeanor, like an ancient sword that had been silent for a long time and finally unsheathed, wherever he was headed, his sharpness was revealed.

The young prince put his slender fingers on the guqin again, making an extremely gorgeous and sharp sound, unlike the song that started with mountains and flowing waters, and was indifferent and melodious.

This time, the first scale at the beginning is extremely high, but it does not seem abrupt. It is like being in a treacherous battlefield, and it is invincible. It constantly plays a soul-stirring worldly song back and forth on the ups and downs.

Ranbai was silent for a long time, but he didn't step on his bottom line anymore. He walked out of the pleasure boat alone, and his fingertips slashed across the carved railing. She walked forward calmly, but there was a deep trace on the dark railing behind her.

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

Perhaps it's just about what's behind that position that is his taboo.

Ranbai was very upset for a moment,

In this plane, this person's mental defense is too strict and he has never let go of any trace of wariness. His only purpose seems to be only in such a supreme position.

A few moments,

Ranbai had calmed down and had no emotional fluctuations in her heart. She had always been excellent in rationality and would sooner or later she would clear her emotions that she shouldn't have.

The girl in snow heard the sound of the guqin coming from the pleasure boat, and suddenly reached out her hand. In the air, on the rippling river water, under the moonlight like frost, her fingertips were filled with the coolness and cold whiteness of the moonlight.

A subtle coolness falls on the palm of your hand.

It's raining.

The day in the middle of the night in early summer,

It became cool in the blink of an eye.

The rain was drizzling at the beginning, covering the prosperous Kyoto of Chu like a tulle. Then it suddenly became more and more intense, and the rain became heavier.

The moon disappeared at some point, hidden behind the clouds that could not be dissipated.

Ranbai was wet with rain, his clothes were wet, but he did not walk back, but just stood there quietly and listened to the sound of the rain.

The rain fell on the river, rippling one after another, and the ripples rippled and swirled into beautiful circles.

The cold raindrops slid down the girl's side face, and the sound of the guqin 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, looked out the window with his eyes light.

It's raining.
Chapter completed!