"What's the name of this song?"

This sentence came out of Ning Wanli's mouth almost subconsciously.

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I felt a little inappropriate.

After all, the music is still being played, so it would be rude to interrupt hastily.

But the simple joy that the song brought to her made her eager to know the name of the song.

Fortunately, Zhao Hao was not angry.

On the contrary, he seemed to be in a good mood and whispered two words: "Huanqin~"

This piece of music holds a great deal of weight in Zhao Hao's heart and frequently appears in various memories of his childhood.

Every time I hear it, I can't help but feel better.

The Internet was not developed at that time, so it took him a long time to find the name of this song.

Huanqin...

Ning Wanli's lips quivered and she muttered to herself, then nodded happily, closed her eyes and continued listening.

Ever since the day when her royal brother died violently and she put down her scissors and needlework and decided to move to the highest position, she has never been as happy as she is today.

With this piece of music to soothe my ears, all the stress is temporarily gone.

Business, war faction, Chu State, Wei State...

The mountains that were weighing on her heart disappeared without a trace, and nothing could stop her joy at this moment.

At this time, the flute had also sounded, and the joy was even greater.

Everyone present was reminded of the purest happiness ever.

This kind of happiness has nothing to do with any interests.

There is only happiness.

Lao Yang half-closed his eyes and clasped his hands into claws, as if he had gone back to his childhood scene of climbing up the neighbor's tree and looking for bird's nests to dig out bird eggs.

Luo Shui was in a daze, as if he was trapped in the original confused memories. Everything in the picture seemed big, except for himself, who was very small. A girl who looked very much like him was playing hide and seek with him.

who is she?

A question popped up in Luo Shui's mind.

But she didn't want to think about this problem, she just wanted to immerse herself in the fun of hide and seek.

Unconsciously, her lips pursed slightly, revealing a rare smile.

So does everyone else.

Especially Nan Ziling, leaning back comfortably on the chair, tapping the table gently in rhythm.

The corners of his mouth were raised in a crazy way.

The needle does not poke!

Life as a child doesn’t need to be poked!

At that time, with the blessing of his parents, aunt and elder sister, he and Nanzixi lived a carefree life.

Just quickly.

The cheerful tune seems to have slowed down.

Although it is still the original tune, it is a bit more sad.

It's like... I'm actually not happy, just like when I found out that my peaceful life was whitewashed by my tribe's sacrifices.

The song no longer continues to seduce this sad emotion, but instead begins to soothe the sad emotion that just appeared, trying to find the original happy feeling.

Nan Ziling couldn't hold himself any longer.

Isn't this what he has been doing all along?

And at this time.

The song has also come to an end, ending with the most cheerful tune, dispelling all negative emotions.

At this time, his mood improved.

But the song is over.

He opened his eyes, but remembered his situation. His parents passed away, and his eldest sister died in childbirth. There is no trace of her sister now. It seems that she is far from being happy again.

I also want to comfort myself, but what can I do?

For a moment, he was in a daze.

I couldn't help but feel a little helpless in my heart, but this helplessness could not affect the happiness that the song just evoked.

"call……"

A long, long time.

He exhaled and reluctantly broke away from the music.

Turning his head, he saw Qin Mo, who was frowning tightly. It seemed that he was not immersed in the music.

The corner of his mouth curled up, and there was pity and indifference in his voice: "Mr. Qin, what do you think of the music?"

This song is spicy chicken!

Where are you having fun?

Qin Mo was irritable, but looking at Xingyuetan where the fairy light had not faded for a long time, he could only say a few words: "The music is not bad!"

He could tell that the music seemed to be trying to make people happy.

But he couldn't relate to it.

Because this kind of happiness has nothing to do with cultivation, power, or status, so what’s the point?

"not bad?"

Nan Ziling smiled and asked a shocking question: "Did Mr. Qin's family and friends die when he was a child? He just thought it was pretty good?"

Qin Mo: "???"

There are thousands of swords in the world, but the truth hurts the most.

You are such a bitch!

Qin Mo subconsciously touched his big sword, but came up empty-handed. Then he remembered that the big sword had been destroyed by Huang He that night. Later, he went to look for it secretly. He didn't even find the hilt, only the sword.

Sui, there is another sentence next to the sword sui:

Brother Qin, I collected your junk. Remember to ask me for money tomorrow.

Three days passed, and he still didn't ask Zhao Hao for the money to recycle the junk.

Turning his head, he found Zhao Hao grinning at him.

never mind.

Give Zhao Hao some face.

Don't get angry with Nan Ziling, a lunatic.

At this time, most people finally opened their eyes and reluctantly broke away from the aftertaste of the music.

Ning Wanli smiled slightly and said: "Brother Zhao, this song is very good. In the past, the musicians all talked about the suffering of mortals, but they never looked at the happiness of mortals. My little sister admires it! I don't know, I don't know..."

She subconsciously wanted to ask for the music score so that she could listen to it at her leisure.

When the words came to my mouth, I felt a little shameless.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Hao handed over a booklet, which was the music score of "Huan Qin".

Ning Wanli was overjoyed: "Thank you so much, Brother Zhao!"

Then I couldn’t wait to look through it.

Although she is not good at music, she still understands it more or less as a member of the royal family. She found that the music scores given by Zhao Hao were very detailed and the scores of each instrument were clearly separated.

How is he... so good?

Unknowingly, Ning Wanli turned to the last page and saw Zhao Hao's message: I developed a new pair of fishnet stockings overnight, so I need to add socks!

Ning Wanli: "???"

She turned her head and found Zhao Hao smiling brightly.

Pooh!

Still the bad guy.

Judging from the bright light, Zhao Hao's song "Huanqin" is a sure win, and many people have already congratulated him in advance.

At this time, the Yan man behind Qin Mo said: "Mr. Qin, it's okay! Let's fight for two!"

Qin Mo's eyes looked almost murderous: "Shut up!"
To be continued...