The concubine loves evil: the lazy emperor, you are miserable

Chapter 524
Ranshuang has been living in the Pearl Tower since she came to the Imperial City.

I don't know if it's because of the habit of self-isolation. For several days, I have never seen him walk out of the Pearl Tower.

Instead, I stay in the teahouse every day and enjoy the show.

Especially don't miss Zhuang Ai Lian's dance.

His appearance is too eye-catching, so every time he reserved a special room.

The door of the wing room faces the stage, and a bead curtain hangs at the door.

It can not only enjoy the programs on the stage, but also effectively block the eyes from outside the room.

One day, Zhuang Ailian was on the stage, dancing to the most exciting point, when suddenly there was a sound of "Zheng", and the music suddenly stopped.

It turned out that the string of the violinist was broken.

Zhuang Ailian froze on the stage.

However, the strings of the luthier will not be changed for a while, the scene looks a bit awkward, boos are everywhere.

The luthier panicked, and the strings changed even more slowly.

When I was anxious, I suddenly heard a burst of fairy-like piano sound transmitted through the bead curtain in a wing room on the second floor.

It was the song that Zhuang Ailian danced to.

The sound of the music is clear and beautiful, even better than that played by the luthier.

It drew applause from the audience.

Zhuang Ailian danced to the tune.

It is strange to say that the same piece of music, performed by different people, has quite different meanings.

In the past, when luthiers played the piano, everyone only felt the beauty of the music.

Appreciation is appreciation, but it cannot be said to be moved.

Today, the sound of the piano and the dance are integrated into one, reflecting each other, vividly expressing the emotions that the music and dance want to express.

The teahouse was intoxicated up and down, and even the guys who were running errands stopped.

After a dance, more than half of the tea guests burst into tears.

Lian called: "It's so touching, so touching."

Zhuang Ai Lian, who always left the stage after dancing, made an exception this time and came to the door of the wing room where the piano music was played.

Facing the inside of the wing room, it is a blessing.

"Thank you sir."

Inside the bead curtain, one can see the red clothes and white hair shaking faintly, as if returning the gift.

"You're welcome, girl."

Since then, a tacit understanding seems to have formed.

Every time Zhuang Ai Lian came on stage, the sound of the piano would be heard in the wing room.

(End of this chapter)