The sound of the piano is melodious, and the sound of the piano is like flowing clouds and water flowing down. When there is no slowness or deviation, it is like a completely woven piece of music, perfectly leaving no flaws, as if it should be born like this. [】Even Zhong Qingye, a person with incomplete tone, can't help but be attracted by this music and can't take back his thoughts for a while.

I don’t know when the song started singing. The sound was extremely gentle and bright, wrapped in the sound of the piano. The lyrics were not clear, but the tune was matched with the sound of the piano, making the originally mournful piano music seem to be active, gradually revealing a kind of lingering feeling, like the most love, which makes people moved.

Unfortunately, the song was only sung for a while, and even half of the song disappeared suddenly before it was finished. The sound of the piano was left behind, and it sounded in the originally harmonious sky, becoming more and more empty and lonely.

Zhong Qingye also came to his senses and hurried forward. He turned over a bush of lush begonia to Qi Yan's Yunyi Palace, and the sound of the piano came from here.

Seeing that the qualifying queen who had never liked to see people suddenly appeared, the palace servants in Yunyi Palace were shocked and hurriedly ran out to salute. Seeing that the sound of the piano was still ringing, Zhong Qingye was worried that the invitation from these people would disturb Qi Yan, so he reached out to stop everyone, and did not allow the report. He only helped Chuner and walked into the hall gently.

The Yunyi Palace has been established for a long time, and it has been a bit dilapidated after four years of no one living in it. However, it has been renovated these days, and it is still a bright and luxurious area. The sound of the piano in the hall becomes clearer, and the kind of mourning spreads all over the sky and is like air.

Zhong Qingye frowned slightly and looked around. He saw Qi Yan plucking a guqin behind the Xiangfei pearl curtain in the side hall.

Qi Yan wore a jade-scattered crepe skirt, with a simple lily temple tied with her head. There was no extra decoration except for a simple hairband. Her face was light and she didn't apply any makeup. She looked very refreshing and transparent.

But it was precisely because of the lack of the mask of cosmetics that Zhong Qingye showed her haggardness and thinness at a glance, and her whole body became silent and sluggish. Her eyebrows were drooping, revealing a hint of indescribable sorrow, which made her look even more delicate and delicate, making her look very charming, which contrasted with her willful and active memory.

She kept lowering her head and quickly plucked the seven-string lyrics with her five fingers. The guqin was no longer the one that Zhong Qingye had seen on Qianhe Island. I don’t know if it was broken or if it was because of the broken strings or other reasons that she changed the guitar.

Qi Yan was still very focused and did not notice Zhong Qingye's arrival at all. However, her expression was obviously not on the piano music. She seemed to be thinking about something. The thin folds on her eyebrows were slumped, adding to the smell of sorrow.

Zhong Qingye sighed softly, and glanced outside the hall from afar. The song had completely disappeared. I wonder if the person who was singing had already left.

She gently lifted up the Xiangfei pearl curtain. The round pearl curtains collided with each other with a slight tweak, making a small sound. It was this small movement that made Qi Yan wake up suddenly. His fingerings were chaotic and he suddenly picked up a string.

The sound of the piano became chaotic in an instant and disappeared immediately. Qi Yan's tender fingertips were also cut by the shiny strings. Blood suddenly burst out, and it was as small as agate-red beads on the delicate and tender fingertips.

However, Qi Yan just stood blankly and didn't react at all. Her absent-minded look made people feel sad.

Zhong Qingye couldn't help but sigh, pulled out his handkerchief and walked to her. The hard-soled palace shoes stepped on the green and white jade floor, and there was a crisp sound. She wrapped the silk around Qi Yan's fingertips and said lightly: "What are you thinking? You didn't notice it even if you hurt your fingers."

Qi Yan was startled, as if he had just discovered that there was one more person in front of him, so he stood up from the stool, but because of the excessive force, he overturned the entire solid wood stool, hitting the ground heavily, and a muffled sound, like a sledgehammer hitting his heart.

The thin silk fell to the ground by her movements, and it was as light as the snowflakes that were flying all over the years ago.

Qi Yan finally came to his senses, looked at Zhong Qingye in front of him in surprise, and greeted him in a panic. Zhong Qingye reached out to pull her up, turned around and winked at Chun'er.

Chun'er knew it and drove all the palace maids in the house out. She walked out of the house and turned around and closed the door.

Zhong Qingye pulled Qi Yan to sit down. Seeing that she had become confused and silent again, she couldn't help but frown, picked up the silk on the ground and bandaged her fingers, and asked casually: "Do you really like my third brother so much?"

"Well...ah?!" Qi Yan nodded consciously at first, then suddenly reacted, and glared at her with his eyes wide open and raised her head, and a piece of rouge was involuntarily spreading on her cheeks. "Sister-in-law...I..."

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm in my eyes about your reactions. Don't lie to me." Zhong Qingye wrapped a beautiful bow around her finger, his tone was faint, and he couldn't tell what his emotions were.

"Sister-in-law..." Qi Yan looked at her with some anxiety. Zhong Qingye's eyes were calm, or indifferent, without any unnecessary emotions inside, as light and transparent as a pool of autumn water.

Such eyes are born with a calming effect. Qi Yan's heart miraculously soothed. After hesitating for a while, suddenly his eyebrows and eyes sterned, he nodded solemnly, and swearing word by word: "Yes, I like him! I like him very much!"

Qi Yan's tone was firm and there was no sign of wavering, but she was an unmarried girl. After saying this, her cheeks were already red and her eyes were bright. I don't know if she had tears or her confusion.

Zhong Qingye was not as excited as she thought. She just nodded lightly and said, "Since you like it, go and work hard." She was about to leave after that, and it was really clean and neat.

"Sister-in-law!" Qi Yan called her and bit her lower lip. "Why do you... say this?"

"Um?"

"Your child..." Qi Yan felt a little unspeakable, and her lower lip was bitten and didn't pay attention. "I made such a big mistake, why do you still want to help me?"

Zhong Qingye smiled. "I didn't want to help you, but I won't stop you. Qi Yan, just do whatever you want, but there is one thing you have to remember, never hurt your brother."

She said as she walked forward two steps, then stopped again, her tone as light as the mist in the morning.
Chapter completed!