Chapter 734

"Did Prince Mo Lan's uncle give you this Guqin?"

"Didn't I tell you last time? Why did you ask again? It was given by Bai Gu Mo Xuan's uncle."

Leng Qingyan's face was very bad. Last time she didn't pay attention and thought it was just the same name. She didn't think that there was such a coincidence in the world. It was really given by Bai Gu Mo Xuan's uncle.

"What's the name of Bai Gu Mo Xuan's uncle?" Leng Qingyan asked hurriedly.

Mo LAN put down the tea cup in his hand, smiled at Leng Qingyan, narrowed his eyes and said, "little lady, it's your naughty this time. After a question is agreed, how can you ask again? Play the piano quickly!"

Leng Qingyan frowned.

She moved the Guqin to one side of the table and gently stroked it with her fingers. The sound of Ding Dong like a clear spring is as majestic as high mountains and flowing water. This tune is suddenly and tactfully, which is very moving and has a continuous tone.

Forgetting sorrow music seems to really make people forget all the worries in the world. When playing, her eyes are closed and her green jade fingers are half on the strings. The music symbol at the fingertips is like the sound of nature.

When Mo LAN heard the voice, his eyes became heavier and heavier, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. Slowly, he closed his eyes, as if he had come to a paradise. There was a trickle of water on the beach, and there was a charming peach blossom forest in front of me. The peach blossoms everywhere were like a girl's charming little face.

This scene made Mo LAN forget himself. He blinked his eyes. His long eyelashes cast a shadow on his handsome face, and his lazy eyes half narrowed. It's really beautiful.

This scenery is even more beautiful than those flirtatious beauties. Forgetting worries really deserves its reputation. He heard this song only once when he was five years old. The man who played the song of forgetting worries had long been buried in the loess. I didn't expect to hear such a moving song.

"Your Highness, I have played well." Leng Qingyan stood up and said to Mo LAN.

Mo Lan was still immersed in the beautiful dream just now, and some couldn't wake up. The sound in his ear suddenly woke him up. Mo LAN blinked and fixed his eyes on the man in front of him.

"Isn't there still half a paragraph?" it's really itchy and uncomfortable to listen to half of such a beautiful song.

Leng Qingyan frowned. She said, "we said earlier that we would only play half of it, and then ask questions. Now I have played the first half of it. Prince Molan should answer my next question."

I've only listened to half of such a good song. I'm really uncomfortable. Mo Lan said reluctantly, "just ask what the little lady wants to ask!"

"Your Highness, do you know who created this song just now?"

After Mo LAN pondered for a moment, his lazy eyes lifted and his eyes fell on his cold and beautiful face. He said, "this song is composed by situ Nanfeng."

Leng Qing Yan Ruo looked at Mo LAN thoughtfully and said, "is this situ Nanfeng the uncle of Baigu Mo Xuan?"

"This is the third question! Little lady, you'd better finish the second half and ask again!"

Leng Qingyan understood in his heart that he would not say until he finished playing Mo LAN. She frowned, sat back and continued to play.

The second half of the song is relatively flat, like the tranquility after a storm. In the continuous rain, there are two young people talking about love. The feeling of separation, the feeling of separation from lovers. And the feeling of missing distant lovers. That kind of grief.

The latter half of the hearing made people want to cry. Unconsciously, two lines of tears had fallen from the corners of Mo Lan's eyes. He thought of all kinds of sad things that happened that year and his feelings of love. Tears seemed to flow down like a broken line, indifferent and immersed in their own sadness.