My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 585

  Chapter 585 The eldest lady said "... okay?"

   "Shua!"

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

   There was a sound of sword dancing.

  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, and 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 smile: "Master, right?"

  Luo Qingzhou said blankly: "Wrong."

   Immediately walked into the gazebo, bowed her head and bowed her 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 consummating the wedding night?"

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

  Bai Ling immediately ran happily into the house, and said, "Alright, my lord, wait a moment."

   After saying that, 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.

  Since Luo Qingzhou came to the back garden, Miss Qin hasn't even looked at him until now.

  Luo Qingzhou couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

   After all, every time he came to pay his respects before, Miss Qin would still look at him, nod her head, or say something even though she was cold.

   Couldn't it be that the things in the morning were 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.

  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 disappear suddenly, and did not come out for a long time, and there was no movement.

  Luo Qingzhou waited for a while, and had no choice but to 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."

   "Shua! Shua! Shua!"

  Xia Chan responded with faster sword moves.

  The corner of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched. Seeing that everyone was ignoring 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 speaking, Bai Ling ran out of the house holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and said in a crisp voice: "My lord, why are you so anxious? I have been looking for it for a long time."

   As he spoke, he entered the pavilion and put everything on the other half of the stone table.

  Then spread out the rice paper, took out the ink stick, poured tea, started to grind the ink, and said with a smile, "My lord, 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, he frowned and said, "Bailing, have you never studied ink?"

  Brakling shook the ink stick in his hand, and said proudly: "Of course not, Bailing'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, 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 and said, "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 and study ink."

  Xia Chan still ignored him.

  Bai Ling suddenly got angry and said: "Young master is too much, you look down on him, it's the first time for him, and 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, "Master, is it okay to grind like this?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "Hurry up and use more force."

"Oh."

  Braun immediately used his strength to speed up.

"Snapped!"

  Unexpectedly, she used too much force, 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.

  Bai Ling suddenly panicked and said: "Ah! Uncle, Miss, yes, yes, yes, 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 began to grind it himself.

  Brilling looked like a child who did something wrong, with his head lowered, his fingers twisted together, with a pitiful look willing to be punished: "Master, Little Bailing is wrong..."

  Luo Qingzhou ignored her, quickly polished the ink, then dipped the pen into the ink, and first wrote the poem "Chun Jiang Hua Yue Ye".

  Then got up, put both hands in front of Miss Qin, and said: "Miss, please read the poem first."

   As he spoke, he raised his eyes and glanced at her, then froze for a moment.

  Miss Qin's flawless, white and delicate cheeks, there is actually a drop of pitch-black ink...

   Looking at it, there is another kind of touching beauty.

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

  Bai Ling looked up, and immediately ran out of the gazebo with an "oops" and said, "Miss, wait a moment, I'm going to get a handkerchief!"

  Miss Qin still looked cold, took the rice paper silently, looked at the poem on it, and the look in her eyes gradually changed.

   "The tide of the spring river connects with the sea level, and the moon rises together with the tide on the sea. The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, where is the spring river without moonlight..."

   "The river and the sky are all the same color without any dust, and there is a lone moon in the bright sky. Who on the riverside sees the moon for the first time? When does the river moon shine on people at the beginning..."

   "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 full of 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.

  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: "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.

   This was the first time she looked at him tonight.

  Luo Qingzhou quickly explained: "This is the handkerchief that Second Miss gave me."

   It's actually 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 that the drop of ink was wiped off in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

  Luo Qingzhou thought to himself: 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 while, nodded slightly, but 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 minus-character notation and Gongchi notation. He has transformed them all.

  Left and right fingering, chords, rolling and provocation, arpeggio 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 silently watching the uncle.

  In the back garden, there was silence.

   After a long time, Luo Qingzhou Fang finished writing all the score, read it again carefully, dried the ink, 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 flicked 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 well written, and Miss's piano is also really good. It really matches!"

  Luo Qingzhou turned his head, looked at her and said, "Missy hasn't played it yet, she's still tuning the strings. What are you excited about? Where's the handkerchief?"

  Bai Ling suddenly had a bitter face: "Uncle, 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 upright 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, nor did she 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 looked cold and still did not speak.

  Luo Qingzhou didn't stay any longer, and immediately got up and said, "Then I'll go back first. If Miss finds something is 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 finishing 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 a few breaths of silence, Miss Qin said again: "I'll play it to you when I'm ready... ok?"

  Luo Qingzhou was startled, with surprise and doubt in his eyes, he paused, and said, "Okay."

   Paused, and said: "Thank you, Miss."

   After speaking, leave quickly.

   Walking out of the small courtyard, snowflakes hit his face, falling on his cheeks, icy cold, and seemed to fall into the lake of his heart, causing ripples...

   "OK?"

  Miss actually spoke to him in such a tone...

  (end of this chapter)

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