Queen Flower

Chu Qingcheng stood in the middle of the road, blocking Jiang Lan's way.

Jiang Lan's heart sank, she put away the smile on her face, and looked submissive and modest, "Young Master Chu." After she bowed her head, she stood aside to make way for him.

Chu Qingcheng didn't move. He was standing behind the rockery just now. When he wanted to come out, he heard Jiang Lan telling the child a story in a gentle voice he had never heard before. Slightly disappointed. It had been a long time since he had heard such a gentle and simple voice, without calculation and flattery, without expectation and desire, only caring. Since his mother left, he has never had this experience again. Thinking of his lonely and lonely childhood, he felt a sense of loss for a while. It would be great if there was a gentle person who could grow up with me at that time.

He didn't come out with his feelings for a while, until Liu Shi left.

When he came out, he saw her smile, relieved and gentle, but after seeing him, it turned into a standard dead face. His intuition was very sharp, and the moment she raised her eyes to see him, he clearly felt a flash of hostility. Why? He originally thought that this hatred was aimed at Lan Sheng, but now it seems that it was aimed at himself.

He unconsciously became curious as to what made this maid who had never met twice to be dissatisfied with him. He felt that he had always treated her well.

"Aren't you ill?" Chu Qingcheng said and walked in front of her, looking like a loose figure, tall and thin.

Jiang Lan saw a red-clothed man standing in front of him, and had to reply, "Thank you, Young Master Chu, for remembering, the servant is fine."

Chu Qingcheng frowned in displeasure, "Look up and speak, don't lower your head."

Jiang Lan had to hold back the anger in his heart and raised his head.

Chu Qingcheng looked at Jiang Lan with a calm face, and always felt that something was wrong, "Your name is Jiang Feng?"

"Yes." The answer was succinct, without a single extra word. In her life, Chu Qingcheng never deliberately wanted to inquire about and remember the name of a maid. Who knew that after the first special move, she would get this treatment, and she didn't even move her face.

"How about being my maid? Go to Xicheng with me." Chu Qingcheng suddenly had such an idea in his mind. Anyway, he always did whatever he wanted, regardless of etiquette.

Jiang Lan's face finally changed, but it was not joy or excitement, but disgust, a deep disgust. She glared at him fiercely, look, stop pretending, and finally revealed her true face, this wolf in sheep's clothing, she really wanted to make a contribution to the women of the Celestial Dynasty, and threw it out neatly.

She took a deep breath and calmed her mind. Forget it, she still has a task to do. Besides, even if she eliminates evil and promotes good, it is estimated that the old and young of the heaven will not be grateful to her. It was Zhou Yu who beat Huang Gai, and one was willing to beat and the other was willing to suffer.

Jiang Lan shook his head calmly.

Chu Qingcheng's face changed. He didn't know that his decision was disgusting.

Jiang Lan paused, why? There are many reasons, such as she hates beasts with human faces and beasts, for example, she still has a mission and can't leave the Hou Mansion, but these reasons can't be said.

She turned to look at him and said, "I'm the maid of Lord Hou's room."

"I know you're a maid sent by the Chu family, but you didn't..." After Chu Qingcheng finished speaking impatiently, he suddenly widened his eyes, "Could it be that you also fell in love with Shen Qun?"

Jiang Lan lowered his head without saying a word, and suddenly felt that the surrounding air was cold.

Chu Qingcheng snorted coldly, not expecting this girl to be such a greedy person, who wanted to be the concubine of a second-rank official, and he would think of his mother because of her, he was really blind.

He fluttered his sleeves and left, Jiang Lan only saw a red dress walking away without looking back, as if a ghost was behind him.

This is really a good result, Jiang Lan calmed down, this person has created a large number of potential female enemies for her, and the scourge is not small. I don't think she will bother her again after today. She doesn't want to take revenge first Killed by the enemy.

Jiang Lan thought that he would never meet Chu Qingcheng again, but who knew that he would meet again the next morning.

He and Shen Lian were playing the piano in the pavilion again, but this time they didn't even hang the gauze curtains, and there were maids standing nearby.

Jiang Lan felt that she was really unlucky. Which way was the best way to go here, and it was too late to hide now, because she had already seen Chu Qingcheng's knife-like gaze on her body.

"That ugly girl, come here, what do you think of my music?" Chu Qingcheng looked back and looked at the strings under his fingers.

Jiang Lan could only bite the bullet and walk over, she didn't dare to openly disobey Chu Qingcheng in front of Shen Lian, because she didn't want to live.

"Okay, the sound of your son's qin is comparable to Tianfu fairy music." Jiang Lan bowed his head, who would not know Hu Chuhaihaichui.

Chu Qingcheng sneered and stopped playing, "Oh, is it comparable to Xianle, then where exactly is it comparable to Xianle?"

Shen Lian stared at Chu Qingcheng with a face full of love, and she didn't care about him embarrassing a girl like this. Her eyes were all about him, and she didn't care about Jiang Lan at all. When she heard Chu Qingcheng's words, she turned to look at Jiang Lan. Wait for her to answer.

Jiang Lan glanced at Shen Lian's face, and his mind turned sharply, this bad guy really hated him, but he couldn't let Shen Lian hate her. Jiang Lan said with a bitter face: "The slave girl just thinks it sounds good, and she thinks that the fairy music in the sky is like this. The slave girl is cold, but she doesn't know the guqin." She felt that Chu Qingcheng was staring at her with a fierce flame in her eyes. It's sarcastic and sarcastic, who made him say something ugly at the beginning, so she had to swallow her own words back. Besides, she offended him for no reason yesterday, and now if she hits the muzzle of the gun, she will be punished for both crimes and one lump sum.

"You can talk nonsense even if you don't know Qin, you are lying, but you dare to deceive the master, what's your sin?" Chu Qingcheng's cold voice came, pleasant to the ear, clean and clear, but the meaning of the words was to force her to lie out of nothing. a charge.

Shen Lian stood up with frost on one side.

Jiang Lan hurriedly said, "The slaves have heard people play the pipa, but the slaves are ignorant, and they think the music theory is probably the same."

"Really? What tune?" Chu Qingcheng remained unmoved, chasing after him, "Hum it out, if it sounds good, I'll spare you."

Ah, bah, bah, Jiang Lan vomited 10,000 liters of blood in her heart, why did she say pipa casually, she didn't know how. But the classical musical instrument, isn't it the guqin and pipa, what else? There are flutes, Xiao, but the result is the same anyway. What are you humming now? It's really a disaster caused by nothing. Jiang Lan saw Chu Qingcheng sitting there leisurely and watching her anxiously, and suddenly realized that they were trying to embarrass her, and they were waiting for him to kneel down and grab him. The feet kowtow in prayer?

Jiang Lan came out arrogantly, why should I kneel down for you? Isn't there a piece of Pipa music? It's very good. I heard it when I listened to audio novels, and many used it as the background music. It was from the Pipa language of Lin Hai's Pipa album, but she forgot it when she was in a hurry.

Jiang Lan adjusted his clothes, thought about it, cleared his voice, and started humming. Jiang Lan's voice is very clear and ethereal, mellow and smooth, capable of high and low, like a yellow warbler singing on a branch. Jiang Lan feels that after Xiaoxi's processing, if it is in modern times, such a voice will definitely be red if it is very 6+1. Too bad it was ruined here.

Everyone stood there motionless and listened. No one thought that Jiang Feng, who was ordinary in appearance, had such a good voice, and he usually didn't think that when he spoke, now he was humming a song that was extraordinarily interesting.

The most important thing is that the Pipa language is really nice, soothing and smooth, but it also has a touch of sadness and endless melancholy.

Chu Qingcheng was instantly caught by Quzi, he put away his arrogant and contemptuous look, and his beautiful face became solemn. After Jiang Lan finished humming, he actually started to try to play on the guqin.

Just a few notes passed, and he stopped. He said to Shen Lian, "Go get a pipa."

Jiang Lan was a little proud when he saw everyone's appearance. The classical music produced by modern Chinese musicians can be called a classic. But seeing him let someone go to fetch the pipa, he was shocked. Could it be that he can play the pipa even as a man? She didn't believe it. She had never thought that ancient men played the pipa. In the murals of Feitian in Dunhuang, wasn't it also a fairy holding a pipa? Could it still be used to embarrass her?

Jiang Lan was nervous for a while, but after bringing the pipa, Chu Qingcheng didn't look at her. He took the pipa in his hand and started to play it.

For the first time, Jiang Lan saw a man playing the pipa, and it was a handsome man in ancient costume, a man who held a pipa and looked no different from a peerless beauty.

After a thousand calls, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face, the beautiful woman/Allure, the beautiful woman in the alluring city played the pipa as if there was no one around, and the radiance was everywhere. His phoenix eyes were half-open, and his slender fingers plucked the strings, as if plucking on the strings of a person's heart.

The beautiful pipa complements each other, capturing people's breath and disturbing people's minds.

The red clothes in the shadow of the pipa moved with the wind, and the half-covered face was as cold as jade and seductive as a fox, which shocked everyone present.

He played it very well and focused. Even if he only listened to it once, there was no pause or error. It was smooth and beautiful, just like what Jiang Lan had heard in modern times. No, it should be said better.

The beautiful and sad music of the pipa language flows slowly, filling the surroundings of the pavilion, as if freezing the air, isolating the space, and conveying a layer of faint sadness and helplessness.

Who is singing softly in the ear, who is silently melancholy in the wind.

Who is comforting you in loneliness, and who is making you wait without regret.

So sad, so persistent, so helpless but persistent.

There was a layer of mist in Jiang Lan's eyes, which was fleeting and fleeting. Some were hopeless to wait, and some were painful to insist, but pain will not go away easily with the wind. How many things in the world can be repeated?

Everyone was immersed in the faint sadness of the pipa language and could not extricate themselves from it. By the end of the song, they were silent and slowly reminiscing.

A woman can understand what she wants to say in Pipa language, especially a lonely and hopeless woman in a deep house. Even Jiang Lan will never forget it after listening to it once.

Chu Qingcheng put the pipa on the table, got up and left alone.

Jiang Lan only felt that the red shirt suddenly dimmed, and the brilliance was no longer there. He didn't stop when he passed by her, said "I don't believe it" in a voice that only she could hear, and then left.

Jiang Lan didn't know what he meant. He didn't believe it, what did he not believe?

Don't believe this is a tune she can hum? or something else?

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ps: In fact, my favorite is the song "Treading the Ancients" in the album of Pipa Xiang, the ancient battlefield performed by the pipa, for this song I have my heroine.

When will my heroine be able to wear armor and be majestic on the battlefield in the voice of ancient times, as an author, I am so anxious. Hope I can hold on to that day.