Chapter 116 The beginning of a clear mind -
“I remembered!”
Song Weichen put his hand on Mo Tingfeng’s heart, “You in the illusion really hate being touched here, I The two accidental encounters made you extremely violent. The first time you almost strangled me, and the second time you almost hit me. There must be something wrong here!"
She pressed repeatedly while talking! Pressing Mo Tingfeng's chest, she felt that it was not clear enough and put her hand into his clothes to make sure. She did not realize how illegal this action was.
"Yes! The skin on Luan Po's heart is not normal. It seems... like there is an abnormally thick layer of calluses!"
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It’s over...
When Song Weichen came back to his senses after finishing speaking, he realized how deadly the scene was at this moment. Although most of the grudge breakers in the meeting hall had left... there were still a few Not leaving! Several people, including Ding Heran and Uncle Fei, were looking at them with their mouths wide open.
One leaned closer to the person in front of him, and the other took the initiative to move closer and put his hands on the other person's chest. Without much thought, he concluded that he didn't take his pituitary gland with him when he went out.
"I, I'm not... I didn't, I just..." Song Weichen was incoherent, and even forgot to take back his restless hand, wishing he could lose his memory.
"We didn't see anything!" Ding Heran dragged Uncle Fei and disappeared as if he was running for his life.
Song Weichen looked at Mo Tingfeng with an expression of "Why don't you kill me?" The latter smiled faintly, stretched out his hand to cover her hand that was still on his chest, "Touch it back." Touch.”
Help! Touch your grandma's legs, touch her, she's going to die...Song Weichen is about to cry but has no tears. It is estimated that within two hours, the white-robed Venerable is a gay, and the sound of eating Lord Si Chen's tofu openly in the meeting hall will be heard throughout the whole department. Chenfu.
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The first thing Song Weichen did when she returned to Tingfeng Mansion was to change out of her white robe. She didn’t want to show herself as the white-robed venerable now, not even now or in the future. I don’t want to think about it anymore… shameless.
But this time it was clear that she took the initiative to do something to others, and she couldn't blame others. She had no place to attack, so she could only serve Mo Tingfeng with water and medicine with a stinking face. He seemed to be in a good mood. He was obviously meditating and adjusting his breath with his eyes closed, but he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
He couldn't rush to the scene to investigate the case before his mana was restored, which meant that Song Weichen would be bored every afternoon for ten days, with nothing to do but guard him.
"How about I play some music for you?" Song Weichen herself didn't expect that one day she would beg for nothing to "perform" for others. She was really bored.
"Now, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent. I'll ask Gu Yu to help me find a piano." She said and walked out the door.
"There is one in the yard." Mo Tingfeng still had his eyes closed, his voice without any emotion.
Only he knew what that piano meant to him and what it meant for him to let her use it, but... these were all on his mind and she didn't need to know. She was about to become Mrs. Cang Yue, or she could touch the piano again when she was still just herself.
"You really let me touch it?" Song Weichen still remembers Mo Tingfeng's piercing eyes when she first came to Tingfeng Mansion and wanted to touch the piano.
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I took the piano carefully and placed it in the yard. No one was allowed to touch it, but there was no place where the strings on the body were not neat, and the strings were all in their place. Could it be that he was carefully wiping and taking care of it? Song Weichen shook her head secretly. She really couldn't understand this man. His feelings were like the abyss of the sea, with turbulent undercurrents, but also seemed to have no waves and lasted forever.
With a thought in my mind, the song "Pheasants Flying in the Morning" flowed out from my fingertips.
Song Weichen didn't know why he wanted to play this song. It seemed... it seemed that the song Sang Pu played that night when he burned the piano in another courtyard was "Pheasant Flying to the Morning". Withered poplars and dried poplars, I am alone and alone. Play the strings and write endless hatred, close your eyes and return to the yellow mud.
I’m afraid Sang Pu was saying goodbye to his love that night.
She was playing the music, but the circles under her eyes turned red unconsciously. Song Weichen clearly saw the word Sang Pu that was almost indistinguishable on the burnt place. It turned out that this was the piano back then.
No wonder he regards it as a treasure, no wonder he won't let anyone touch it. So what does it matter now? Why did he suddenly let her touch it? Is it considered a return to its original owner? She looked at the man in front of her who closed her eyes and was regulating her breath. For the first time, she felt that her mood was complicated and she didn't know how to face him.
Mo Tingfeng, who was also adjusting his breath in the room, heard "Pheasant Flying in the Morning" playing, his heart suddenly contracted, and he was confused for a moment. Thousands of years ago, Sang Pu didn't know that he was also there that night when the piano was burned in another courtyard.
It's just that he just looked at her from a distance, holding the greeting card he had written in his hand for a long time, and finally didn't hand it to the boy. Instead, the ink stained his fingers, and what he wrote was still "It has nothing to do with the wind and moon." Those memories that had been dusted for thousands of years and should have faded away were now very clear in his mind: the beauty playing the piano, the agarwood curling up, the eyes like smoke, and the mind clearing up.
Unfortunately, before the wine is full, the song is half broken, the love is not full, and the people are gone.
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The song is full of sorrow and only adds to the sadness.
Thinking again that Song Weichen was about to enter someone else's red tent, his blood ran cold.
"Miss Song, stop playing, that's it for today." Mo Tingfeng closed his eyes and said coldly to stop him. If he continued to listen, he was afraid that he would go crazy.
Hearing that he called himself Miss Song again, Song Weichen's expression turned out to be a little sad - perhaps he was afraid that he would not be able to distinguish between himself and Sang Pu, so he deliberately added this layer of separation. In his heart, no one can replace Sang Pu. Even if he is allowed to use the piano, no matter what, he is just "Miss Song" after all.
Putting away the piano carefully, I suddenly felt envious of Sang Pu.
Remembering the question she asked in the dreamland, "Let me ask you, you can only choose one between me and her. Who do you choose?" She couldn't help but smile bitterly, and there was an inexplicable sourness in her heart. , What a silly question. I’m afraid this question itself is a kind of blasphemy against Sang Pu for him.
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She was sitting at the door in a daze when footsteps were heard not far away. She raised her head and met the eyes of Ding Heran and Ruan Mianmian. It was obvious that this fox girl had heard that Bingtuozi was ill. Come in a hurry to show your courtesy. But she didn't see her old turtle dove, and when did she get so close to Ding Heran?
"Miss Sangpu? Why are you here, where is Brother Wei?" Ding Heran was obviously stunned when he saw her.
"Oh, he went out temporarily for something and asked me to help take care of Mr. Si Chen." Song Weichen didn't take it seriously and just brushed it off, but Ding Heran obviously didn't believe it.
Since the last time he talked with Ruan Mianmian, the more he thought about it, the more suspicious Sang Pu became, especially since Mo Tingfeng still had no defense against her admiration for her, which was even more dangerous.
The Lord's magic power is low at the moment. If she has the intention to harm her, the consequences would be disastrous if she just lets the news out. Thinking of this, Ding Heran looked at Sang Pu with a hint of hostility in his eyes. He must find an opportunity to explore her details today. If necessary... he doesn't mind being a villain.
However, Song Weichen didn't notice it at all. Her attention was all on Ruan Mianmian. The last time she was in Ximanlou was really thanks to this old dragon well. The anti-bone water made her look like a lunatic in front of the realm master. Not only was she severely reduced in points, but she was also punished to kneel for two hours. Sooner or later, she would have to settle this debt with her - but because the person who was punished by kneeling was in a white robe, he couldn't settle the debt with her openly. Every time she thought about it, her teeth itched with anger. But he knocked on the door himself.
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Ruan Mianmian was stunned when he saw her, then he changed his expression to a guilty one who suddenly realized that he had suddenly realized it, and walked a few steps over to bow to Song Weichen.
"Miss Sangpu, I offended many people in Ximanlou last time. My girl was spoiled on weekdays, and she actually did such dirty things. Today, the girl didn't see her because she was in the house. The punishment in the house is all because of Mian Mian’s incompetent discipline, please forgive me!”
"Sure enough, the more pink you wear, the more ruthless you will be."
Song Weichen looked at Ruan Mianmian, who was wearing a pink floral skirt, and rolled his eyes.
"I think you and your old turtle dove are both immoral and deserve a beating. Excuse me? I'm sorry, I'm a stingy person, so I can't forgive you at all."
" Miss Sang Pu does have reason to be angry. Mianmian, please kneel down and admit your mistake for that girl who lost her sense of control."
It is expected that Mo Tingfeng is in the room at this moment, and he will definitely not let Sang Pu bully him. , Ruan Mianmian deliberately said "cruel words" that condescended to Jianggui, while performing a drama of tears.
Song Weichen laughed angrily, and unconsciously imitated the behavior of Banxia, the realm master's maid, towards him back then.
"In that case, please kneel down, Miss Mianmian, and I will light two incense sticks for you. If it is not in compliance with the etiquette, it will not be counted in the time."
The scholar has no intention. , the viewer is interested, Baipao was punished and Sang Pu was not in the house, but the maid Banxia was so lifelike, how did she know so clearly? Ding Heran looked at Song Weichen with even more unkind eyes.
A somewhat dangerous idea began to linger in his mind.
How could Song Weichen know at this moment that Ding Heran, whom he praised as the warm sun in winter, would actually bring such disaster to her.