Chapter 585

"Shua!"

In the back garden, the sound of the piano stopped.

The sound of sword dancing was heard.

After Luo Qingzhou coaxed Bailing, he went to the back garden with her.

Bailing ran into the pavilion excitedly and said, "Miss, my husband said he wanted to write a song for you, called..."

She paused for a moment, as if she had forgotten the name, then immediately remembered it and said crisply, "It's called Flowers and Moonlight on the Wedding Night!"

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

After Bailing finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at him, grinning, "Husband, is that right?"

Luo Qingzhou said expressionlessly, "Wrong."

Then she walked into the pavilion, bowed her head and saluted, "Miss, don't listen to Bailing's nonsense, the song is called [Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night], which is also a poem."

Bailing tilted her head and said, "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight on the Wedding Night?"

Luo Qingzhou glared at her and said, "Go get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, come and help me grind the ink, I'll write down the lyrics and music."

Bailing immediately ran happily into the house and said, "Okay, wait a minute, husband."

After that, she jumped into the house with her pink skirt fluttering like a butterfly.

Outside the pavilion, under the big tree

Xia Chan, in a light green dress, was still practicing swordplay in the wind and snow.

Today's swordplay was much calmer.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her for a few times, then retracted his gaze and looked at Miss Qin in front of him.

Miss Qin's pair of delicate and slender jade hands were placed on the guqin, and her slender fingertips gently pressed the strings; her sleeves, as smooth as gauze, slid slightly upward, revealing two snow-white and slender jade wrists; and her eyes were still looking at the guqin in front of her, and her flawless face was as cold as snow.

From the time Luo Qingzhou came to the back garden until now, Miss Qin had never looked at him.

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

After all, every time he came to pay his respects, Miss Qin would look at him, nod, or say something, although she was cold.

Could it be that what happened in the morning was exposed?

He hesitated for a moment, then decided to test it out, and asked cautiously, "Miss, did you sleep well last night?"

Miss Qin was still looking at the guqin in front of her, with a cold expression, and ignored him.

Luo Qingzhou's heart suddenly "clicked", and for a moment, he couldn't find anything to say.

What made him even more angry was that Bailing, who went to the house to get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, seemed to have suddenly disappeared. She didn't come out for a long time, and there was no movement.

Luo Qingzhou waited for a while, and had to shout to the outside of the pavilion, "Xia Chan, stop practicing sword, go to the house to get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for the son-in-law."

"Shua! Shua! Shua!"

Xia Chan responded to him with a faster sword move.

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: "Bai Ling, if you don't come out, the son-in-law will leave!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, Bai Ling ran out of the room holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and said crisply: "Son-in-law, why are you in such a hurry? I've been looking for you for a long time."

As he said that, he entered the pavilion and put all the things on the other half of the stone table.

Then he spread out the rice paper, took out the ink block, poured tea, and began to grind the ink, saying with a smile: "Son-in-law, sit down and write."

Luo Qingzhou then sat down opposite Miss Qin, picked up the pen, and waited for the ink to come out. After waiting for a while, he frowned and said: "Bai Ling, you have never ground ink?"

Bai Ling shook the ink block in her hand and said proudly: "Of course not, Bai Ling's little hands are for picking flowers, not for grinding ink."

Luo Qingzhou was speechless and said: "If you grind it like this, there will only be water, and the ink will not come out at all. You should use some force to grind the ink block and mix it in the tea, then it will be ink."

"Oh."

Bai Ling agreed and immediately pressed the ink block in her hand hard, grinding it back and forth.

Luo Qingzhou sighed and said, "Turn in circles, speed up, so that the ink can come out faster."

Bai Ling pouted and said, "Why are you in a hurry, sir? I'm not in a hurry. Can't I grind it slowly?"

Luo Qingzhou had to shout to the outside of the pavilion, "Chanchan, come here and grind the ink."

Xia Chan still ignored him.

Bai Ling was immediately angry and said, "Sir, you are too much. You look down on me. This is my first time. I don't have any experience. Can't you teach me patiently?"

Luo Qingzhou put down the pen and said nothing.

Bai Ling held the ink block and asked while grinding, "Sir, is it okay to grind like this?"

Luo Qingzhou said, "Faster, use more force."

"Oh."

Bai Ling immediately exerted force and increased the speed.

"Snap!"

Who knew that she used too much force, and the ink block was suddenly broken by her, and the ink splashed out, directly splashing on Luo Qingzhou's face and the snow-white dress of Miss Qin next to him.

Bailing panicked and said, "Ah! Master, Miss, yes, yes, yes... I'm sorry..."

Luo Qingzhou sighed, wiped his cheek with his sleeve, and had to pick up the broken ink block on the table and grind it himself.

Bailing lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong, twisted her fingers together, and looked pitiful and willing to be punished: "Master, little Bailing was wrong..."

Luo Qingzhou ignored her and quickly ground the ink, then picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote the poem "Spring River Moon Night" first.

Then he stood up, handed both hands to Miss Qin, and said, "Miss, take a look at the poem first."

As he said that, he looked up at her and was stunned for a moment.

Miss Qin's flawless, snow-white and delicate cheeks actually had a drop of dark ink hanging on them...

Looking at it, there is another heart-touching beauty.

Luo Qingzhou said quickly: "Miss, your face..."

Bai Ling looked up and suddenly said "Oh!" and ran out of the pavilion and said, "Miss, wait a minute, I'll get the handkerchief!"

Miss Qin still had a cold expression. She silently took the rice paper and looked at the poem on it. The expression in her eyes gradually changed.

"The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises together on the sea. The waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the Spring River..."

"The river and the sky are all colorless, and there is only a lone moon in the bright sky. Who first sees the moon on the bank of the river? When did the moon on the river shine on people for the first time..."

"The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless. I don't know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love..."

This poem begins with writing about the moon and ends with writing about the setting of the moon. Countless readers have been fascinated by it for thousands of years.

Miss Qin looked dazed after reading it, 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: "Uncle, I can't find the handkerchief. Do you have it there? Please help the lady wipe it first."

Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou glanced at the ink on Miss Qin's cheek again, hesitated for a moment, took out a moon-white handkerchief from his sleeve, handed it to her and said, "Miss, please wipe it."

Miss Qin's eyes fell from the paper to the handkerchief in his hand. She was stunned and looked at him.

This was the first time she looked at him tonight.

Luo Qingzhou quickly explained: "This is the handkerchief that the second lady gave me."

In fact, it's Sister Yue's moon-white handkerchief.

Miss Qin didn't speak. She took it silently and wiped it on her face. Strangely, the drop of ink was wiped clean instantly without leaving any trace.

Luo Qingzhou said secretly in his heart: This magical weapon is really powerful.

Miss Qin handed him the handkerchief and then said calmly: "Thank you."

Luo Qingzhou took the handkerchief, put it away, and said, "Miss, how do you like this poem?"

Miss Qin was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, and said nothing.

Luo Qingzhou didn't say any more. He sat down and studied the ink, then picked up his pen and started writing on the rice paper according to the music score he found in his mind.

Although there was no staff notation in this era, there was subtractive notation and Gongchi notation, and he transformed them all.

The left and right fingerings, chords, twisting and picking, arpeggio vibrato, etc. are all clearly marked.

While he was writing the score, Miss Qin had been watching him silently.

Outside the pavilion, Xia Chan put away her sword and stood under the big tree, looking at him quietly, as if she was afraid of disturbing him.

Bai Ling, on the other hand, quietly poked his head out at the door, looking at his uncle who was really focusing on writing music, and then at his young lady who was watching her uncle silently.

There was silence in the back garden.

After a long time, Luo Qingzhou finished writing the score and read it carefully again. After drying the ink, Fang picked it up and handed it to Miss Qin, saying, "Miss Qin, give it a try."

Miss Qin took the score and read it once before placing it in front of the guqin. She gently plucked a string with her slender fingers and made a "clang" sound, emitting a melodious tone.

Bai Ling immediately clapped his hands at the door and said, "It sounds good! It sounds so good! My uncle's music is so well written, and my lady's piano is also so good. It's a perfect match!"

Luo Qingzhou turned his head, looked at her and said, "The eldest lady hasn't played yet and is still tuning the strings. Why are you excited? Where is the handkerchief?"

Bailington said with a bitter look on his face: "Uncle, I didn't find the handkerchief."

Luo Qingzhou ignored her again.

Miss Qin twisted the peg next to her and tried the string again before finishing the adjustment.

Luo Qingzhou immediately sat upright and pricked up his ears.

Miss Qin did not move, but looked at him and said, "Let's go."

Luo Qingzhou: "???"

Bai Ling came over immediately and said, "Miss, I haven't played the music I wrote for you yet."

Miss Qin didn't speak any more, nor did she play. Her slender fingers touched the strings, motionless.

Luo Qingzhou could only say: "Miss, don't you 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 stood up and said, "Then I'll go back first. If the eldest lady finds something wrong, you can ask Xia Chan to find me."

Bai Ling on the side immediately pouted and said: "Uncle, can't you let the pink and tender little Bai Ling find you?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "No."

After saying that, he turned around and left the pavilion.

After taking a few steps, Miss Qin suddenly said: "The piano I just learned..."

Luo Qingzhou paused and turned his head to look at her.

Miss Qin's dark and clear eyes were also looking at him.

Their eyes met.

After being quiet for a few breaths, Miss Qin said again: "When I get good at it, I'll play it for you again... okay?"

Luo Qingzhou was startled, with a hint of surprise and confusion in his eyes. He paused and said, "Okay."

After a pause, he added, "Thank you, Miss."

After that, leave quickly.

Walking out of the small courtyard, snowflakes rushed towards his face and fell on his cheeks. They were ice cold and seemed to have fallen into the lake of his heart, causing ripples...

"Okay?"

The eldest lady actually spoke to him in this tone...

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