owlsbooks Chapter 585 Missy said "OK?"
Chapter 585 Missy said "OK?"
Chapter 585 Missy said "... How about it?"
"Shh!"
In the back garden, the sound of the piano stopped.
There was the sound of dancing swords.
After coaxing Bai Ling, Luo Qingzhou came to the back garden with her.
Bai Ling ran into the gazebo excitedly and said, "Miss, uncle said he wanted to write a song for Miss, called..."
She paused for a moment, as if she had forgotten the name, then immediately remembered, and said crisply: "The name is Huahaoyueyuan Bridal Night!"
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
After Bai Ling finished speaking, he turned his head to look at him, and said with a grin: "Young master, right?"
Luo Qingzhou said blankly: "Wrong."
Then he walked into the gazebo, bowed his head and bowed his hands in salute: "Miss, don't listen to Bailing's nonsense, the title of the song is [Chun Jiang Hua Yue Ye], and it is also a poem."
Bai Ling tilted his head and said, "Chun Jianghua is happy to have a consummation night?"
Luo Qingzhou glared at her, and said, "Go get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, come over and help me grind the ink, I'll write down all the lyrics and music."
Bai Ling immediately ran happily into the house and said, "Alright, my aunt will wait a moment."
After all, she jumped up and down, her pink skirt fluttering, and flew into the room like a butterfly.
Outside the gazebo, under the big tree.
Xia Chan, who was wearing a light green dress, was still practicing her sword in the wind and snow.
Today's sword moves are much more peaceful.
Luo Qingzhou took a few glances, then looked away, and looked at Miss Qin in front of her again.
Miss Qin's slender and delicate hands were placed on the guqin, and her slender fingertips were gently pressing the strings; the silky and silky sleeves slipped slightly upwards, revealing two white and slender jade wrists; Her gaze was still looking at Guqin in front of her, her flawless face was as cold as snow.
Ever since Luo Qingzhou came to the back garden, Miss Qin hadn't even looked at him until now.
Luo Qingzhou couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
After all, every time he came to greet him before, although Miss Qin was indifferent, she would still look at him, or nod, or say something.
Could it be that what happened in the morning was exposed?
He hesitated for a moment, decided to test it out, and asked cautiously: "Miss, last night...did you sleep well?"
Miss Qin still looked at Guqin in front of her with a cold expression, and ignored him.
Luo Qingzhou's heart suddenly "thumped", and for a while, he couldn't find anything to say anymore.
What annoyed him even more was that Bai Ling, who had gone to the house to get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, seemed to have disappeared suddenly. He didn't come out for a long time, and there was no movement.
Luo Qingzhou waited for a while, and could only shout to the outside of the pavilion: "Xia Chan, don't practice swords, go to the house and get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for my uncle."
"Shh! Shh! Shh!"
What Xia Chan responded to him was a faster sword move.
The corner of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched. Seeing that everyone ignored him and the atmosphere became more and more awkward, he could only say to the room: "Bailing, if you don't come out again, my uncle will leave!"
"Come on! Come on!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished his words, Bai Ling ran out of the house with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his arms, and said crisply: "My lord, why are you so anxious, I have been looking for it for a long time."
Saying that, he entered the pavilion and put all his things on the other half of the stone table.
Then he spread out the rice paper, took out the ink stick, poured tea, started to grind the ink, and said with a smile, "Young master, sit down and write."
Luo Qingzhou just sat down opposite Miss Qin, picked up the pen, and waited for the ink to come out. After waiting for a while, she frowned and said, "Bailing, have you never studied ink?"
Bai Ling shook the ink stick in his hand, and said proudly: "Of course not, Bai Ling's little hands are for picking flowers, not for grinding ink."
Luo Qingzhou was speechless for a moment, and said: "If you grind like this, there will only be water, and the ink will not come out at all. Use a little force to grind the ink cubes and mix them in the tea, and then the ink will be."
"Oh."
Bailing agreed, and immediately pressed the ink stick in his hand hard, grinding it back and forth.
Luo Qingzhou sighed: "Turn around and speed up, so that the ink can come out faster."
Bai Ling pouted and said, "My lord, why are you in such a hurry? You're not in a hurry, can't I grind slowly?"
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to shout to the outside of the pavilion: "Chanchan, come here and study ink."
Xia Chan still ignored him.
Bailing immediately got angry and said, "Young master is too much, you look down on him, it's the first time for him, you don't have much experience, so can't you teach me patiently?"
Luo Qingzhou put down his pen and didn't speak again.
Holding the ink stick, Bai Ling asked while grinding, "My lord, is it okay to grind like this?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "Hurry up and use more force."
"Oh."
Bai Ling immediately used his strength to speed up.
"Snapped!"
Unexpectedly, she used too much force, and the ink block was suddenly broken by her, and the ink splashed out immediately, splashing directly on Luo Qingzhou's face, and Miss Qin's snow-white dress next to her.
Bailing suddenly panicked and said, "Ah! Uncle, Missy, yes yes yes... I'm sorry..."
Luo Qingzhou sighed, wiped his cheek with his sleeve, had no choice but to pick up the broken ink stick on the table, and started to grind it himself.
Bailing looked like a child who did something wrong, with his head down, his fingers twisted together, with a pitiful look willing to be punished: "My lord, little Bailing is wrong..."
Luo Qingzhou ignored her, quickly polished the ink, then dipped the pen into the ink, and first wrote the poem "Moonlight Night on the Spring River".
Then he stood up, put his hands in front of Miss Qin, and said, "Miss, please read the poem first."
Said, looked up at her, then froze for a moment.
On Miss Qin's flawless, white and delicate cheeks, there is actually a drop of pitch-black ink...
Looking at it, there is another touching beauty.
Luo Qingzhou hurriedly said: "Miss, your face..."
Bai Ling looked up, and suddenly said "Oh", and hurried out of the pavilion, "Miss, wait a moment, I'll go get the handkerchief!"
Miss Qin still looked cold, she took the rice paper silently, looked at the poem on it, and the expression in her eyes gradually changed.
"The tide of the Spring River connects to the sea level, and the moon rises on the sea together. The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, and where there is no moon in the Spring River..."
"Jiangtian is the same color without any dust, and there is a lone moon wheel in the bright sky. Who on the riverside saw the moon for the first time? When did the river moon shine on people..."
"The slanting moon sinks and hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang has an infinite road. I don't know how many people will return by the moon, and the falling moon shakes the river and trees..."
This poem starts with writing about the moon, and ends with writing about the moon. Countless readers have been fascinated by it for thousands of years.
After reading it, Miss Qin was dazed, and the emotions in her eyes were hazy, floating and changing like smoke waves, and she couldn't see clearly.
At this time, Bai Ling's voice suddenly came from the room: "Master, I can't find the handkerchief, do you have it there? Wipe it for the lady first."
Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou took another look at the ink on Miss Qin's cheek, hesitated for a moment, took out a moon-white handkerchief from her sleeve, handed it to her and said, "Miss, wipe it off."
Miss Qin's eyes fell from the paper to the handkerchief in his hand, she was startled, and looked at him.
It was the first time she had looked at him tonight.
Luo Qingzhou quickly explained: "This is the handkerchief that Second Miss gave me."
In fact, it is sister Yue's moon white handkerchief.
Miss Qin didn't speak, she took it silently, and wiped it on her face. The strange thing is, the drop of ink was wiped off in an instant, leaving nothing behind.
Luo Qingzhou secretly said in his heart: This magic weapon is really powerful.
Miss Qin handed him the handkerchief, and then said lightly, "Thank you."
Luo Qingzhou took the handkerchief, put it away, and said, "Miss, how about this poem?"
Miss Qin was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, and did not speak.
Luo Qingzhou didn't say any more, sat down to study the ink, then picked up the pen again, and began to write on the rice paper according to the score found in his mind.
Although there is no five-line notation in this era, there are subtracted character notation and Gongchi notation, and he has transformed them all.
Left and right fingering, chords, rolling and provocation, arpeggiated vibrato, etc., are clearly marked.
While he was writing the score, Miss Qin had been watching him silently.
Outside the pavilion, Xia Chan put away her sword, stood under the big tree, and looked at him quietly, as if she was afraid of disturbing him.
And Bai Ling poked his head out quietly at the door, looking at the uncle who was really concentrating on composing the song for a while, and then at his own lady who was watching the uncle silently.
In the back garden, there was silence.
After a long time, Luo Qingzhou Fang finished writing all the score, and read it again carefully. After drying the ink, Fang picked it up, handed it to Miss Qin, and said, "Miss, try it."
Miss Qin took the sheet music, read it first, and then placed it in front of the guqin. Her slender fingers tapped lightly on one of the strings, making a melodious sound with a "clang".
Bai Ling immediately clapped his hands at the door and said, "It's so good! It's so good! My uncle's music is really good, and Miss's piano is also really good, it's really a match!"
Luo Qingzhou turned his head, looked at her and said, "Missy hasn't played yet, she's still tuning the strings, why are you excited? Where's the handkerchief?"
Bailing's face turned bitter immediately: "Master, I didn't find the handkerchief."
Luo Qingzhou ignored her again.
Miss Qin twisted the peg next to it, tried the string again, and finally finished the tuning.
Luo Qingzhou immediately sat up straight and pricked up his ears.
Miss Qin didn't play, she looked at him and said, "Let's go."
Luo Qingzhou: "???"
Bai Ling immediately came over and said, "Miss, you haven't even played the song my uncle wrote for you yet."
Miss Qin didn't speak any more, she didn't play, her slender fingers caressed the strings, motionless.
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to say: "Miss doesn't want me to listen?"
Miss Qin's expression was cold, and she still didn't speak.
Luo Qingzhou didn't stay any longer, and immediately got up and said, "Then I'll go back first. If Missy finds that something is wrong, you can ask Xia Chan to find me."
Bai Ling on the side immediately pouted and said, "My lord, can't I let the pink and tender little Bai Ling find you?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "No."
After speaking, he turned and left the pavilion.
Just a few steps away, Miss Qin suddenly said, "I just learned the piano..."
Luo Qingzhou paused and turned to look at her.
Miss Qin's dark and clear eyes were also looking at him.
The eyes of the two met.
After being quiet for a few breaths, Miss Qin said again: "I'll play it to you when I'm good at it... ok?"
Luo Qingzhou was startled, with surprise and doubt in his eyes, he paused, and said, "Okay."
After a pause, he said again: "Thank you, Miss."
When you're done, leave quickly.
Walking out of the small courtyard, snowflakes rushed towards his face, falling on his cheeks, icy cold, and seemed to fall into the lake of his heart, causing ripples...
"Okay?"
The eldest lady actually spoke to him in such a tone...
(End of this chapter)