With a "click", the scroll landed on the ground.

In the quiet study, the sound was particularly clear.

Nan Baoyi hurriedly picked up the scroll and put it back in place, but her heart felt like she was suffocating.

Could Gu Chongshan be the crown prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty back then?

But as far as she knows, the Northern Wei Dynasty has now had a new crown prince and the imperial concubine, inheriting the usual beauty of the Northern Wei royal family and being one of the four princes in the world along with Chen Yichao.

If Gu Chongshan was really the prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty back then...

So when he was young, what did he experience in the palace to become like this, and how did he live like the New Year to this day?

It's already a spring night.

The moonlight is white, the cold wind comes through the window, the girl's wide sleeves of brocade sway gently, and the white, tender and red fingertips spread out a hint of coolness.

A sentence couldn't help but appear in her mind:

——Some people are born with original sin.

This is what Gu Chongshan said at Jianmen Pass.

She walked out of the study in a daze. A row of lanterns were hanging under the corridor. Gu Chongshan knelt on the futon and was wiping the sandalwood and wood huqin in front of him.

“Can you dance?”

He asked lightly.

Nan Baoyi shook her head.

In her previous life, Gu Chongshan also asked her this question.

She replied no, and then was sent to the court essay.

However, in her previous life, her head was gnawed by a donkey. After learning for half a month, she still didn't learn it. In the end, the palace maids of the Jiaofangsi were disliked that she had eaten too much every meal and sent her back to the West Factory directly.

In this life, she still can't dance.

She thought Gu Chongshan was going to get angry.

But not.

He looked calm: "Come here, I will teach you how to play the violin."

His piano skills are the best in the world, and he is willing to teach them, so there is naturally no reason why Nan Baoyi doesn't learn it.

She stepped forward and sat on the futon beside him.

The man explained it very carefully.

The night wind blew out a few lanterns, but the moonlight was clear tonight.

Nan Baoyi didn't listen to his explanation carefully.

She stared at Gu Chongshan. His eyelashes were too slender. When he lowered his eyes, it almost covered most of his pupils, making it impossible for her to capture the emotions in his eyes.

He has a fair and beautiful face, and his lips are as bright as petals.

He was very clean, from the collar to the cuffs to the fingertips, and even carefully smoked the cold green lotus fragrance.

What are he talking about "piano bow" and "piano tube".

Then, the sound of the piano sounded quietly.

The peach blossom in the small courtyard was blooming all over the tree, and under the moonlight, it fell gently on his shoulders and robe.

Nan Baoyi had not learned the rhythm carefully, but she heard a kind of sadness from the sound of the piano.

Tears rolled down for no reason.

The same was true in her previous life. Whenever Gu Chongshan played the violin, she would kneel and listen carefully, but as she listened, she would burst into tears...

By the end of the song, the girl's gauze skirt had been dyed dark.

Gu Chongshan put down his zither bow and looked up at her.

The moon is lonely.

The girl's face was covered in tears, and her thin shoulders were twitching gently, making her swallow and speechless.

Gu Chongshan whispered: "Why do you cry?"

Nan Baoyi frowned: "There is a story hidden in the sound of the nine thousand years old piano... It is like blood stained on the battlefield, like desolation in the deep palace, like a heartless love in history, like a loyal minister being framed, like a heartless heart, like a child losing his parents' protection, and also the love that ends in vain..."

Gu Chongshan looked at her quietly.

After a long time, he reached out and wanted to wipe away the tears of the girl's face.

The fingertips touched her soft and tender face, but they trembled slightly and quickly withdrew.

He took out a brand new white handkerchief from his sleeve bag and carefully wiped her tears, "It's just a song, what's there to cry? If you don't like it, I won't play it anymore."

Nan Baoyi swallowed even more.

She did not avoid his handkerchief.

Gu Chongshan always lowered his eyelashes, and the invisible uneasiness deep in his pupils disappeared quietly like the clouds and smoke tonight.

Spring thunder rolled over and drizzled from outside the sky.

Gu Chongshan took back his handkerchief and whispered: "Go back to the house."

Nan Baoyi stood up with red eyes, gave a blessing, turned around and headed towards the bedroom.

The rain splashed into the corridor wet her skirt.

He watched her figure disappear at the end of the corridor and said, "Go to the market to buy some skirts."

The little eunuch walked out of the corner and said curiously: "Do you buy it for Princess Baoyi? But the imperial concubine asked you to kill her, why did you raise her first? The princess disappeared and there was a big fuss outside. Xiao Yi took the secret guard to search the city. If you search for it-"

"idiot!"

He suddenly changed his face and raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

"The master likes her, so he can raise her. What's the point? Our master is from a noble family, how can he not be worthy of the princess?! If it were not for the same thing as before, our master was the crown prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty. How can he not be worthy of the princess? How can he not be worthy of the princess?!"

The little eunuch was hysterical and showed a ferocious face.

The rain fell in the corridor, slightly cool.

Gu Chongshan closed his eyes and said hoarsely: "Noisy."

The little eunuch went to buy a robe skirt.

Gu Chongshan stood up with Hu Qin in his arms and slowly stepped into the study.

The spring rain outside the window was drizzling, and the chill gradually spread, rushing along the skin to the limbs and bones.

Gu Chongshan sat upright behind the desk and took out a book from the depths of the drawer.

The book has been read many times, the pages are yellow and crisp, and the patterns are numerous, which explain the things between men and women in the boudoir.

He still read page by taking advantage of the fire, even if he was memorable about the content of the next page.

Nan Baoyi's voice, appearance and smile appeared in his mind.

She doesn't think he is dirty.

She would cry for his piano sound, and she could understand his music.

A man's beautiful face appeared on his face that he had never seen before.

However, the hand that turned the page could not stop trembling.

Gradually, the tenderness was replaced by the anger, and his narrow eyes were breathing red, tearing the page of paper.

He laughed softly and tore the whole book to pieces.

Shredded paper flies all over the sky, like withered petals.

He sat in the sky with paper scraps and slowly closed his eyes.

A night of drizzle.

In the early morning, Nan Baoyi got up and dressed up.

I heard Gu Chongshan's piano sound last night and cried hard. I felt very happy when I woke up.

When she changed her clothes, she found that there were more than a dozen dresses in her closet, which were extremely luxurious and expensive.

She couldn't help but smile.

Not to mention, Gu Chongshan looked cold and like a stone, but he still knew women very well.

She picked up a tender yellow gauze skirt and stepped out of the threshold.

In the main hall of the house, Gu Chongshan had just finished his breakfast.

"Jiu Qiansui was wearing court uniforms. Are you going to enter the palace?" Nan Baoyi stepped into the threshold, "Aren't you afraid that I will run away secretly?"

Gu Chongshan ignored her.

He cleaned his hands and left the hall with a cold face.

Nan Baoyi couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

This guy was quite gentle last night, but why did he become a different person this morning? He was so moody and indeed a perverted person like a powerful minister.

Bird's nest porridge for breakfast.

She picked up the small bowl of gold-painted jade, and the golden lotus spoon was her favorite style.

She stuttered in small stutters.

She has roughly guessed Gu Chongshan’s life experience and past.
Chapter completed!