Dressed in the white moonlight of the blind prince

Chapter 87
Everyone shook their heads and sighed at Hanyue's deeds, and Mingye also lazily leaned on the seat and smiled happily.

Leng Siyan also looked at Hanyue with an inscrutable look.

The woman in white who was performing the guqin in the middle stared at Hanyue with displeasure. This idiot always had a way to make everyone pay attention to her.

The hands were too hard, and there was only a sound of 'clank', and the strings broke. The woman looked at the broken strings in panic, her fingertips were cut by the strings, and pink blood leaked out.

Enchanting and gorgeous.

Everyone was silent, and the woman didn't know what to do, her face turned red all of a sudden.

"Aren't you going to help her?" Ming Ye asked lazily, looking at Han Yue with a half-smile.

Holding a piece of orange in her hand, Hanyue raised her eyebrows.

"It's not like your style." Ming Ye said.

Hanyue ignored him and threw the orange in her hand on the table.

He clapped his hands twice, stood up and walked to the woman's side, plucked the strings with his fingertips twice, and the strings made a "ding dong" sound, which was crisp and sweet, it was really a good piano.

Everyone didn't understand what Hanyue was going to do, they just looked at her puzzled.

With a sound of 'Zheng', Hanyue broke another string.

This lyre originally had seven strings, but the girl just broke one, and now Hanyue broke another one, and the originally good lyre became five strings in an instant.

The girl in white looked at Hanyue even more angrily. This qin is a Guqin handed down from her ancestors. It is very precious. She accidentally broke a string just now. She was counting on her father to take it for repair after the Concubine Selection Ceremony was over. Yixiu may still be able to use it again, but he doesn't want to be broken by this silly girl from the Han family.

Everyone was snickering at the bottom, they couldn't play the piano, but they came to show their ugliness. Originally, the ugliness was not hers, but now being tormented by her like this made the girl who used to play the piano not be noticed by everyone, and she became the focus again.

Han Yue raised her head and glanced at the transparent Ming Ye, her eyes were full of provocation.

She is not a nosy person, but for some reason, she always changes her original intention because of Ming Ye's words or actions. He can really affect her state of mind.

"Can I borrow the piano?" Han Yue turned to ask the girl playing the piano just now.

That girl was a little cold and arrogant, with a condescending look, she glanced at Hanyue, got up and walked down from the piano platform, wearing a white dress that made her look like a celestial being.

"It's just a broken piano, Miss Han can use it if she wants." Her voice was also clear and cold.

"Then, thank you very much." Han Yue sat down in the seat where the girl was sitting just now, gently plucked the strings with her fingers, and adjusted the tuning.

Immediately, the fingers plucked the strings like clouds and flowing water, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes loose and sometimes tight, constantly changing the fingering, almost changing several fingerings for one syllable.

The music flowed from her fingertips like running water, each tone was so monotonous and boring, but when combined together it was melodious and beautiful, the simple and simple sound resounded leisurely, like a falling flower falling from a branch, tremblingly falling In the clear brook, the petals float on the turbulent water, like a piece of rootless duckweed, and the boundless loneliness permeates from the sound of the piano, choking people's breathing.

It seems that it is a kind of fateful loneliness, different from the loneliness of being in a high place, different from the self-admiration that is hard to find, it is not painful, not self-pity, not painful, it is the kind that comes from the bones, from life. The rootless loneliness that reveals in it.

(End of this chapter)