Chapter 432 The palace lord’s wife is male13
Qingwu, who had just arranged for Xiao Shuli, was about to go back to the room when he heard his subordinates say that Cheng Li wanted to see her.
After pondering for a while, she waved her hand: "I know, I'll be there later."
The men went to answer the question.
Qing Wu clasped his hands behind his back, looked down at the Yuhua stone path under his feet, and slowly walked to the yard where Cheng Li was.
Before reaching the courtyard, I heard the sound of the silk piano coming from a distance.
The boy waiting at the door saw her coming and quickly wanted to call someone, but she stopped him and sent him away.
She stood at the door with lowered eyes and listened for a while, then opened the door and went in.
The sound of the piano just came to the end.
Cheng Li, who was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, raised his lips slightly when he saw her. "The palace master is here, please sit down."
With that said, he put the piano aside.
Qing Wu nodded, then sat down and looked at him calmly.
This man is indeed quite handsome, with a white face and a black hat, his clothes are embroidered with green pines and bamboos, and he looks like a scholar and elegant guest holding a teacup in his bare hands.
He placed a cup of tea in front of her, stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture, with a warm smile on his face, shallow, but as gentle as jade.
Qingwu twirled the tea cup, stared at the tea leaves in the cup, and said slowly: "Didn't you ask me to come and listen to the piano? Let's get started."
Cheng Li was stunned, then smiled and nodded, "Okay."
Holding the piano on the stone table, he played with the music with his slender fingers, but looked at the man in red who was looking down at the tea cup, with a strange look in his eyes.
He frowned and lightly picked the strings with his fingers. A brisk melody sounded, like the rhythm caused by the wind blowing through the leaves, like the crisp splash of a stream flowing through the mountains...
While playing the piano, there was still a slight smile on his lips
As the last note fell, he placed his hands on the strings. After a moment of silence, he raised his eyes to look at the person opposite, with inexplicable emotions in his eyes. "What do you think of my song, Palace Master?"
Qingwu sipped the tea and didn't reply.
When she put down the teacup, she said: "Cheng Li, let me let you go down the mountain."
He didn't say whether the song was good or not, but he said he should be let go. The smile on Cheng Li's face froze.
His eyelashes trembled slightly.
After being silent for a long time, he took his hand away from the strings, straightened his sleeves, and said softly: "I was originally a homeless person. Thanks to the palace master, he took me in and gave me a place to live. If I leave this flawless place Mountain, where should I go?”
Qing Wu looked at him with clear eyes. If you look closely, you will find the coldness in them.
Cheng Li was met by the original owner when he went down the mountain a year ago. At that time, he was sitting by the river with his piano in his arms, playing a song of parting and regret, with a gentle and melancholy temperament.
The original owner liked beautiful men so much, so naturally he would not let such a handsome young man go, so he tricked the homeless man back into Wuxia Mountain.
Back on the mountain, when he found out that she was the notorious devil in Qi Zhi Palace, Cheng Li was just surprised. He had no intention of alienating her and even invited her to listen to the piano.
After a year of getting along with each other, plus the other party's flirtatious flirting, the original owner liked him a little bit, but in the end he couldn't match the ambition in her heart, so he strangled the budding love in the cradle.
From the perspective of a bystander, Qing Wu could know that Cheng Li seemed like a clear breeze and bright moon, but in the end he still approached her with a purpose.
Their meeting was so coincidental that it seemed like it was carefully arranged.
After looking at her for a few seconds, Cheng Li lowered his head slightly to avoid her gaze, and unconsciously clenched his sleeves with his fingers.
Those pairs... were too clean, and seemed a little different from what he usually saw.
(End of chapter)