Chapter 2520

"The broken cloud is wet, and there is no reason to be prepared. The sky is blue, like his eyes. Congealing fragrance is better than wine, and the young peaches are waiting as promised... "

Light curtain, singing and dancing.

The red light is high and fragrant.

Qi Xia lies on the side of the imperial concubine's couch. The white jade bone fan shakes gently in his hand. He squints his eyes and looks at the singer in red on the stage singing quietly. The dancer twists and turns her graceful posture and sways her gossamer.

Qin Lefang, the most famous Lefang in the imperial capital of Longxuan Empire, belongs to the industry of Qilin family. As the most favored successor of Qilin family, Qi Xia has not been here for a long time. Today, he will come here suddenly and listen to a song quietly.

"Three little." Qin Lefang's principal attendants are respectfully on the side.

"That singer sings well. You have a good eye for Qile." Qi Xia's eyes fell on the singer in red. She sat alone on the stage, fingertips caressing the strings, wearing a red veil to cover her face, eyes drooping, as if all the troubles in the music shop had nothing to do with her. She just sang her songs alone.

"Thank you very much, three little men." Qi Yue said with a smile.

"I don't think she's very old. Why do you hide her appearance?" Qi Xia seldom takes an interest in the women in the music club. The music club of Qilin family is different from other music clubs. It's just a place to listen to songs and dance. The guests will not have direct contact with the singers and dancers here. If someone has the courage to move around here, the people of Qilin family will not be polite.

"Here I don't know. This girl came with a veil. I asked several times, but she didn't want to say more. I listened to her voice very well, so I followed her. If you want to know more, I'll ask again? " Qi Yue opens his mouth with a smile.

Qi Xia waved his hand. He just asked, but he didn't want to.

A singer can have a beautiful voice.

In the following days, Qi Xia would often sit in the Yuefang. Whenever he came, he would always hear the singer's voice. Whenever he came, the singer would always sit in the lowest place of the Yuefang with a light veil on her face and a piano in her arms. She would sing softly with her eyes lowered, as if there were no one else in the Yuefang, and she would always be alone.

Qi Xia had never seen the singer's face, nor had he ever really looked at her. He just listened to her voice and her songs.

Strange to say, Qi Xia always feels that his mental state is very bad these days. He has a vague sense of his life. He can't remember what he is busy doing on weekdays, and why he has to go to the Lefang for a sit down every day. The only thing he remembers is the voice of the singer.

It seems that only her singing can make his consciousness a little clear.

Qixia always felt that he had forgotten something or ignored something.

On this day, Qixia came to the music club again. Night had come. He came later than usual. There was no singer in the music club.

Xu is bored. Qi Xia walks in the backyard of Lefang.

When he went to the garden, he heard the music of fiddling the strings of his heart, looking for the sound and went away. In the moonlight, he saw the singer sitting in the flowers and playing the piano with her head bowed.

Red flowers printed her red clothes, especially in the moonlight.

Qi Xia walked slowly.

The sound of footsteps attracted the attention of the singer. She raised her head and looked at the source of the sound.

In the moonlight, Qixia is opposite to her four eyes.

It was a pair of clear and peaceful eyes.