The strange woman who plays power: the fourth lady who plays power

Fu Yaxuan sat coquettishly in front of the window sill, propping up her snow-white cheeks with one hand, looking up at the gray and blue sky outside the window of the piano room, the cloudy and cloudy sky was just like her mood at the moment.

Everyone seems to be very busy, only she is too lazy to move.

There was no one to accompany her, Cui Moyao seemed to have endless conversations with her father, and she couldn't get in the way even if she was beside her.

Lu Qiuhong and Han Gao went to play around, and she allowed them to go by herself. If she regrets it now, it would seem too dishonest.

The east wind gently blows over the treetops, the gorgeous flowers are dancing, and the fragrance is infiltrated into the house, with the trembling sound of the piano, refreshing the heart.

Fu Yaxuan ran out of the house, ran towards Fei Yage, and just passed through the semicircular arch, and saw Fu Dingyun playing the piano in the small corridor under the flower tree.

The solo "Wind and Snow", the melody is so beautiful, without any fancy, unfolded gently with the crisp and exquisite Yaoqin, fragile snowflakes, fragile feelings, are vividly portrayed in this wave of ups and downs of the melody.

And his playing is so perfect, you can't hear the emotion of hard work and grief, only the calmness after the vicissitudes, the calmness after the pain, and the transparency after the world; The air is soft, the height can be agitated, the ups and downs are gentle, and the breath is so perfect.

Fu Yaxuan stood leaning on the white porch, listening quietly, not to be disturbed.

But the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and Fu Dingyun seemed to be talking to himself: "Are you going to stand there all the time?"

Fu Yaxuan smiled foolishly, walked over, put his hand lightly on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "You play so well, why don't you stop playing?"

"Do you want to play it for you if you play it well?" Fu Dingyun turned his head to look up at her, his face suddenly sank.

So fierce!

Fu Yaxuan pursed her lips innocently, and said aggrievedly: "Don't treat me like this."

Fu Dingyun suddenly grinned, stood up and patted her head, and said proudly: "Xiao Kuibao, I didn't expect that you haven't changed at all. When people are angry with you, they flatten their mouths."

"Ha, you Fu Dingyun, dare to play me."

Fu Yaxuan kicked Fu Dingyun's knee without hesitation, but Fu Dingyun had expected her to do this, and the figure flashed, and he was behind her. Before she stopped, Fu Dingyun swept her other side With one foot, Fu Yaxuan fell backwards unexpectedly.

Seeing that she was about to fall to the ground, Fu Dingyun grabbed her in time and asked lightly, "Are you okay?"

"Hmph, I don't know if you are my real brother!" Fu Yaxuan let out a coquettish voice, and pushed him away.

"If it wasn't, I'd have made you eat shit just now." Fu Dingyun smiled elegantly.

Fu Yaxuan was angry, and pressed one hand on the strings randomly, making a very piercing sound, which shocked the lovebirds on the branches to spread their wings and fly high into the sky as if fleeing for their lives.

Fu Dingyun hurried forward in two steps, took off her hand and shouted angrily: "Are you crazy?"

"Who told you to bully me?" Fu Yaxuan roared angrily with confidence.

"Okay, okay, let's not be so boring. You came here not just to lose your temper with your second brother, right?" Fu Dingyun glanced at her lightly.

"Second brother, you guessed wrong this time. I'm just bored this time, and I want to play with you." She looked at him with a smile on her lips.

"It's not that you have a husband who is at your disposal. There are so many maids in the house. You can play with whoever you want. I don't have time to accompany you crazy." His deep eyes dimmed suddenly.