The widow is a curse

Chapter 204 Tonight, I Come to Play the Qin!
Inside the main hall of Zhengyang Palace, there was silence, but it was clean and spotless.

Take out the candle in the lantern and light the candle on a lamp stand on the left side of the palace to feel the brightness of the palace.

Bei Gonghan waved out the candle in his hand, and then spoke lightly.

"Xue, you've seen this person before, so you don't have to dodge like this anymore!"

Hearing what she said, Ou Langyin's eyes flashed with surprise.

However, his surprise was still to come.

When Snow, dressed in black and with snowy silver hair, floated down from the top of the hall to Bei Gonghan's side.

Ou Langyin, who had always been quiet, couldn't help but change his face.

Ou Langyin never thought that the person quietly living in Tianfu Palace would be him!
Taking the piano from Ou Langyin, Bei Gonghan sat cross-legged on the brocade mat under the lamp stand.

While plucking the strings at random to test the sound, he raised his face and waved to the two of them.

"Sit down, I'm here to play the piano tonight!"

Xue Yiyan sat on the cushion on her left side, and Ou Langyin was concerned about the courtesy of the monarch and his ministers, so she turned around and was about to walk far away.

Bei Gonghan directly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, pointing to the position on his right side.

Ou Langyin hesitated for a moment, and finally sat down low.

The white, slender, boneless knuckles slide gently, and the notes flow.

There is an indescribable pressure in the slow sound of the piano, which makes people can't help but tighten their hearts.

However, the silence of this tone did not last long.

With the sudden appearance of a clear and loud voice, the whole piece also eased into a passionate melody.

Even so, the short rustling sounds that appear from time to time in this melody, which seem to be like the chirping of golden swords, bring a little dark flavor to the supposedly bright tune.

After a series of rapid portamentos, Bei Gonghan flattened his palms, and played again after a while.

This time, it was a slow and elegant tone.

Every syllable is very eloquent and melodious, with endless curls.

When Bei Gonghan's fingers left the strings, Ou Langyin and Xue were still silent in the emotion brought by the sound of the piano.

Tears flickered in the pink eyes with snow-silver hair.

In this piece, he heard himself.

He who was not recognized, he who met Binger, he who became stronger...

Lastly, is that the future him that Bei Gonghan imagined? !
Snow wasn't sure!
(End of this chapter)