My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 495 Qin and Song

After her cat attributes were satisfied, her sense of shame once again took over the high ground. So, without even a moment mourning her lapse, Atalanta ran away, presumably not daring to meet this couple for a long time.

Shuo Yue tilted his head. Although he understood why Atalanta ran away, he didn't understand her reason for doing so.

Aren't you just teasing the cat when you have nothing to do? Even if my friends come to visit, I have never seen a cat that I keep at home that I don’t want to touch?

——Sakuyue, who completely raised Atalanta like a cat, thought this way.

As for Joan of Arc, she interpreted Atalanta's awkward behavior as completely different emotions. She believed that she had exposed Ta Miao's abominable behavior of cheating, touching, and hugging, and had won back the victory. She was in a state of satisfaction.

However, Ta Miao's appearance also gave Joan of Arc a sense of crisis. She looked at Shuo Yue and proactively said:

"Shuoyue, there is a song, I wonder if you can play it?"

Looking at Shuo Yue expectantly, Joan of Arc named the music that was passed down by word of mouth during the time she lived.

It is worth mentioning that there were no pianos in the fifteenth century. There were only musical instruments called fortepianos, which originated from Italy. The timbre of this fortepiano was not ideal, with a small volume and a single timbre. Until the eighteenth century The German Christopher Christopher improved it in the 19th century and the prototype of the modern piano was born.

Thanks to his abundant knowledge of music theory in his previous life, Shuo Yue also had some understanding of the songs spoken by Joan of Arc, but he just showed a slightly helpless expression and spread his hands and said:

"You also know that the history of this instrument does not border on the era you live in, so..."

"I understand." Joan of Arc sighed with some disappointment, but at this moment, Shuo Yue changed the topic:

"Of course, if you can sing the tune a cappella, I can play it, right?"

"Really?" The girl was startled and looked at the young man with some suspicion. She always felt that the curve of the corner of his mouth was like a bad smile, "You don't want to trick me into singing to you, do you?"

"In this case, I will put it another way." Shuo Yue was unmoved and just said calmly:

"Dear Miss Joan of Arc, would you like to sing a song for me?"

"..."

"What's wrong?" The young man tilted his head in confusion and looked at the girl with serious eyes.

Joan of Arc, on the other hand, was holding her red cheeks in her hands, looking away, her amethyst-like eyes wandering around, telling her master's panicked affection.

"Too, too serious... How can this be so embarrassing..."

"Really, but now I just want to hear you sing?"

"Yet, you still bully me!"

The romantic comedy between the two did not fall into the eyes of others, but someone hidden deep in the assassin's soul almost went crazy laughing.

Compared with Arturia who suppresses her inner emotions and has no understanding of men and women, although Joan of Arc has never experienced love, in romantic France, even a country girl will long for something like the story in the picture book. Describing sweet love, right?

Sakuyue, who appears as an Assassin agency, is quite straightforward in character, but he has also inherited the super high dual intelligence of the original body - obviously, such a man can always provide a female companion during the ambiguous period of love. Causing a fatal blow, the effect is outstanding.

Not to mention that the target is a French girl who has just begun to fall in love.

"If...if Shuo Yue also sings together, I can..."

"Really, but you have to let me hear it again, right?"

"Yes, yes." In this way, Joan of Arc was easily bypassed. She cleared her throat, tentatively uttered a few syllables, and began to sing.

It was a simple ballad that was circulated in the army at Christmas time. At that time, Gilles de Rey encouraged everyone and put her on a makeshift stage after having only listened to the song a few times, causing her to fall out of the sea. Mutually.

Unconvinced, she practiced secretly, and finally mastered the song in her free time. Just when she was holding back her breath and planning to impress everyone, the increasingly fierce war caused them to miss Christmas the following year.

In the third year, she was captured and could only sing this song quietly in prison.

In the end, without even having time to see the Christmas tree, she embraced the flames on the cross and turned into a white dove soaring in the sky.

The memory slowly fades and blends into the melodious singing voice like flowing water, so time pays homage to it and engraves the past wind and moon in the dusk.

"Do~"

The sound of the piano sounded, blending harmoniously into Joan of Arc's singing. At first it was just a simple tune, but when Shuo Yue finally raised her left hand and started the formal performance, the battlefield that Joan of Arc once walked, the smoke, the singing and the Hope unfolds slowly like a scroll.

Jeanne's eyes widened in disbelief, and she couldn't help but become a little crazy as the sound of the piano echoed.

Joan of Arc involuntarily clasped her hands together, her singing voice was like the sound of nature, and her soul transcended the barriers of time and talked with the old people in the dark.

Worry, concern, blessing... Joan heard the words and expectations of her comrades. Just when she was about to answer, a beautiful male voice rang out, and the hummed melody turned into a young man in black robe walking into the illusion, standing side by side with Joan. .

As her fingertips hit the keys, Shuo Yue closed her eyes and sang loudly. It was like a big, generous hand holding a soft little hand, like the slender necks of swans intertwining, or like the Christmas lights wrapping around the swirling flowers. Snowflakes... Gradually, his singing and the girl's singing merged into one. The memory was far away, but the singing was farther than the distance.

Not far away, Atalanta looked at the two people who had only their outlines left. Her animal ears drooped, she snorted softly, turned and left with strong steps, and passed by the android girl with silver hair and red eyes.

Zig, who was full of thoughts, did not notice Atalanta's face. When she walked to the door of the room, she heard the sound of piano and singing.

Slowing down her movements, Zieg slowly opened the door. The dusk of sunset rushed in, dyeing her eyes a gorgeous golden red.

"Wow……"

Unable to help himself, he made a slight inhaling sound, and what caught his eyes was a picture that told all the good things.

The black robe is swaying, and the young man is sitting tall and tall at the piano, playing the piano, with a smile on his lips; while the blonde saint is putting her hands on the piano, well-behaved and cute, humming a clear melody in her mouth, and looking at her eyes affectionately Lovers never leave for a moment.

It is a wonderful sight that can heal even pain, war and suffering.

At the end of the song, Joan's face was red, and she took small steps to the corner and squatted down. Shuo Yue closed the piano cover and looked at Qie Ge at the door, with a smile still on her face.

"Come in, Sieg, what do you want from me?"

He had already noticed the android girl at the door, and presumably Jeanne too.

It's just inexplicable, why did my relationship with her reach this point?

Thinking about unrelated things, Sieg stood in front of Shuo Yue, recalling the scene she saw today, and the pain once again occupied her spirit,

"Please help me...Teacher, I already don't know what to do."

(End of this chapter)