Mischievous Love: Don't Mess With Your Royal Highness

Chapter 58 How about it, it’s okay to hug (2)

help him...

Yes, she wanted to help him.

But what should she do?

The bright sunlight draws a square outline on the windowsill on the east side.

As time goes by, the light moves to the west little by little, and the already dark silhouette gradually enlarges,

It got bigger and bigger until it touched a sheet of music near the windowsill.

The dark angle of the music score also began to enlarge bit by bit, covering almost the entire paper surface.

Suddenly, with a "whoosh", the music score disappeared out of thin air.

"Yuxiang, come with me!"

Like the splash of a waterfall penetrating into the hearts of the people, a ruddy and pretty face was imprinted in sight.

Like a knight-errant, she immediately "hijacked" Yu Xiang, who was lying on the table writing a music score, out of the room.

The two soon came to Yuxiang's personal music room.

Qiao Yu opened the violin box on the table, took out a violin from it, handed it to him and said:

"Yu Xiang, play a piece of Mozart's "Serenade for String Orchestra" for me."

Yu Xiang's expression changed instantly, his face was as pale as snow:

"Xiao??, what's the matter with you?"

Her eyes were a little deep, but she didn't answer his words, she just looked at him with pleading eyes:
"Play me a piece of Mozart's Serenade for String Orchestra, will you?"

He stared at her quietly for a moment, bit his lower lip, and nodded slightly:
"it is good."

He took the violin and put it on his shoulder, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment.

After a while, he opened his eyes and began to pull the strings, and the melody of music flowed out from the strings.

but……

She froze immediately.

A song that should be beautiful and cheerful, a song that should be happy and gorgeous...

The tone... has completely changed...

Not only did it not reach the level of Ouyang Chen's performance that night at the concert, it was not even a tenth of his performance.

Before the piece was finished, the music stopped.

Yu Xiang put down the violin in frustration, lowered his eyelids:
"Xiao??, do you know now? Why did Ouyang Chen laugh at me that night?"

"But, Yu Xiang, why is this happening? The few pieces you played before were all normal,

Why do your fingers tremble only with this piece? "

(End of this chapter)