Devious emperor's gossip concubine

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the action of Shangguan Junlin. The shame in his eyes was no longer, but endless darkness. A white son will reverse the defeat. White and black sons are equal.

Shangguan Junlin turned around and said, "the last song of Aifei impressed me. It's better to play another song for me."

Su Xiaoxiao whispered, "I don't know what the emperor wants to hear?"

Shangguan Junlin sat in his chair, his eyes closed slightly and said, "just the song played by the imperial concubine last time."

"Yes."

Su Xiaoxiao sat in front of the piano and began to play.

Like the performance in Xingqing palace, the piano sound is as urgent as lightning at the beginning, like the roar of a valley, the scream of a hundred birds, the running of mountains and rivers, and everything seems to be destroyed. But suddenly, the sound of the piano turned sharply, and it seemed that a scene of flowers in full bloom suddenly appeared in front of us, full of vitality. The relief after rebirth makes people feel happy. It seems that time is just a snap, and too much persistence is released at this time.

Shangguan Junlin did not open his eyes or speak.

Su Xiaoxiao was not sure what Shangguan Junlin was going to do, and didn't speak. He just sat quietly in front of the piano.

"What is Aifei thinking?"

Su Xiaoxiao found that Shangguan Junlin didn't know when he had opened his eyes and looked at himself. Hurriedly said: "my concubine didn't think about anything, but the emperor still wants to hear?"

"Yes."

Su Xiaoxiao said, "what does the emperor want to hear?"

"Just that one."

Su Xiaoxiao shook his slightly stiff hand and said, "yes."

The intensity and rhythm of this song should be high. She didn't play it for a long time. She just played it again. Her hands have begun to feel sore. In addition, the night is getting cold, the blood can not circulate, and the burden of the opponent is increasing.

Shangguan Junlin listened to the song, opened his eyes, looked at Su Xiaoxiao, and said gently, "Princess Ai just missed one, come again."

Su Xiaoxiao shook hands quietly and said: "... Yes."

The song sounded again. Although there was no sound leakage, it was not as powerful and in place as at the beginning.

As soon as Su Xiaoxiao stopped, he heard the voice of Shangguan Junlin, "in five days, bachelor Su's birthday will be."

Su Xiaoxiao's face stiffened and said with a smile, "yes, Emperor."

Shangguan Junlin looked at Su Xiaoxiao and said with a smile, "but I want to go back?"

Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly knelt down and said, "my concubine has been in the palace for one month and has not seen my father. On my father's birthday, my concubine begged the emperor to allow my concubine to go back."

"Does the concubine think I am the unreasonable person?"

"Ministers and concubines dare not" Su Xiaoxiao bet that Shangguan Junlin must be.

"Let's get up and play the music again." Shangguan Junlin said, "even the musicians in the palace can't match her piano skills."

Su Xiaoxiao got up stiff. It was late at night and the weather turned cold. Because he was wearing too thin, Su Xiaoxiao's body could not help shaking slightly at this time.

Su Xiaoxiao sat in front of the piano and played it again and again, from midnight to dawn.

Everyone in duanrong palace knows that last night, duanrong palace played the piano all night. The sound of the piano is almost never broken. Sometimes it sounds as if the player is practicing rather than playing. Because sometimes the song doesn't finish, but it starts again. Just like now, the music is only half played, but it starts again.

"Come again."

"Yes."

For a time, there was only piano sound left in the room. The man sitting at the table closed his eyes slightly, as if he were sleeping. The woman in front of the piano trembled slightly, but her face was expressionless.

When the piano stopped, Shangguan Junlin sat up and said slowly, "love princess, it's dawn."

"Yes."

Su Xiaoxiao's lips were purple with cold at this time, and the strings were covered with spots of blood. The fingernails of the piano player have long been peeled off, and the blood beads between the fingers are falling because they have no time to solidify.

Shangguan Junlin looked at Su Xiaoxiao. On his ordinary face, the firmness in his eyes could not be ignored. He listened to the piano all night and she played all night. No matter what he said, her answer was' yes'.

"Love imperial concubine, come again."

Su Xiaoxiao said, "yes."

The piano sound has changed at this time. Because of the blood on the strings, the piano sound sounds a little hoarse. With music, it is neither pleasant nor intoxicating. It's more like some kind of wailing. It sounds bleak and scary.

After the song was played again, Su Xiaoxiao's hand was placed on the string. The finger seemed to be connected with the string through flesh and blood.

Shangguan Junlin came to Su Xiaoxiao, leaned over Su Xiaoxiao's ear and said gently, "how are the poems of the imperial concubine prepared?"

Su Xiaoxiao said, "my concubine has little talent and learning. I can't think of it. Please forgive me."

Shangguan Junlin stood up straight and said faintly, "is it because the imperial concubine would not give poems to her favorite peach blossoms?"

Su Xiaoxiao stubbornly said, "my concubine has little talent and learning. I can't think of it. Please bring the emperor down."

Shangguan Junlin took Su Xiaoxiao's hand, rubbed the blood between his fingers and said with a smile, "how can I blame Princess Ai? Now the Rong palace is not safe. Princess Ai will move to Shanghua Palace first. When I catch the assassin, Princess Ai will come back."

Su Xiaoxiao raised his head fiercely, and a strong anger flashed in his eyes, but disappeared when Shangguan Junlin had no time to catch it.

Su Xiaoxiao said faintly, "yes, my concubine, thank you for your concern."

When Linran and condense see Shangguan Junlin leave, they quickly push the door and enter.

At this time, Su Xiaoxiao sat in front of the piano, his face was frighteningly pale, his lips were purple, his eyes were cold, and his face seemed to be covered by darkness. His hands were still on the piano, but the fingers of his hands were flesh and blood.

"Miss!"