Chapter 64: Zither Player Mufeng

A perfect tail sound ended this wonderful zither song, and Lou Xiwu didn't come back to her senses for a long time. Through the light gauze, she saw Zhuo Qing, who didn't know when she had entered the courtyard, standing quietly on the side. Lou Xiwu shouted, "Why are you here?" Didn't she go out?

Zhuo Qing shrugged sheepishly and replied, "Such good music, I'm here to be influenced too." Although she didn't understand much, it didn't hinder her appreciation, right.

The white-clothed man put down the zither on his knees and slowly stood up to look at the person behind him. Zhuo Qing also looked over curiously. The man stood against the light. Zhuo Qing narrowed her eyes slightly before she could see his face clearly. This glance had already made Zhuo Qing stunned for a moment...

In the world, was there really someone who looked like this?! The clean face was as distinct as if carved from ice and jade, the full lips were as bright as cold plum blossoms, and the deep eyes were like a pool of still water, almost drowning people. The perfect facial features were distinct and upright, and he in white clothes flying scattered the elegance like jade.

Lou Xiyan also often wore white clothes, but the feeling he gave was extraordinary temperament, elegant and noble, gentle as jade. And this man gave people a feeling of coldness, ethereal, indifferent, and aloof.

The man also looked at her quietly. Zhuo Qing nodded slightly, introduced herself politely, "My name is Qing Ling."

For the admiring gaze, the man seemed to have been used to it long ago, his face was as calm as water, but when he heard the name Qing Ling, a ripple crossed his indifferent face, and he asked, "Haoyue Qing Ling?"

Sweat! How loud was the reputation of the Qing sisters! Zhuo Qing replied awkwardly, "I suppose so."

The man didn't continue to say anything, just nodded slightly and replied, "Su Mufeng."

Su Mufeng, a nice name. Zhuo Qing, who liked to look directly at others when speaking, suddenly discovered that his pupils were the kind of black with faint silver light. It didn't feel like it at a glance, but looking closely, the silver-gray pupils were like a whirlpool, making people unable to move their eyes away.

She was looking too much! Lou Xiwu finally couldn't help it, lifted the light gauze and walked out, shouting, "Hey, have you seen enough? Don't think that because my brother is not here, you can be unscrupulous!"

Startled by Lou Xiwu's shout, Zhuo Qing came back to her senses. Looking at her claw-waving appearance, Zhuo Qing suddenly said with surprise behind her, "Jing Sa, why are you here too?"

Hearing Jing Sa's name, Lou Xiwu panicked completely and hurriedly turned her head back. Besides the charming flowers and pavilion, where was anyone's shadow? Knowing she had been teased, Lou Xiwu was ashamed and angry, shouting, "Qing Ling! How dare you lie to me!"

She just liked to see her shrewish appearance. Spreading her hands, Zhuo Qing smiled cunningly, "Lou Xiyan is here, and I'm the same. As for you, Jing Sa is not here, and you've become a little wild cat?!"

"You!" Not knowing whether it was anger or shame, Lou Xiwu's face was slightly red, glared at Qing Ling, and snorted, "Get out, don't hinder me from learning zither!"

Learning zither? Zhuo Qing looked at Su Mufeng, who had been standing quietly on the side, and asked, "Are you a zither player?"

"Yes."

Not quite like it. His temperament didn't seem like what a zither player should have; or rather, the feeling he gave people shouldn't just be a zither player. Curious about him, Zhuo Qing took a few steps back, leaned against the stone pillar next to the pavilion, and Zhuo Qing smiled, "You continue, I'll listen on the side."

Who wanted you to listen on the side! Lou Xiwu was about to explode, when another gentle female voice came faintly from outside the courtyard gate: "I wonder if I can also listen on the side?"

Everyone looked over and saw a thin, beautiful figure walking slowly.

Yan Ruxuan was still wearing that light yellow long dress, but she was no longer wearing a hat. Her face was slightly pale, looking a bit haggard, and her frail figure, supported by palace maids, walked slowly, making people want to pity her even more.

Yan Ruxuan raised her head slightly, and her eyes met Zhuo Qing's. Zhuo Qing nodded at her generously, but Yan Ruxuan just looked away silently. She didn't know how to face this woman's gaze.

Lou Xiwu was very disgusted with her appearance of being sick and still arrogant. She bowed perfunctorily and said, "Greetings, Princess."

"Xiwu, between you and me, why be so formal." She didn't understand why Xiwu always didn't like her. It had been like this since she was a child. No matter how she showed kindness, she was always like this, ignoring her.

Since she said so, Lou Xiwu didn't be polite either, turned her head away directly, and couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her.

How could she be so rude to the Princess? Xiao Lian was angry and about to attack, but was gently pulled by the sleeve by Yan Ruxuan, and the fire in her stomach could only be swallowed back.

The atmosphere in the small courtyard was very awkward, until the cold male voice sounded low: "Greetings, Princess."

Yan Ruxuan hurriedly looked at the white-clothed man on the side, bowed slightly, and smiled, "Young Master Su, have you been well?"

Su Mufeng smiled indifferently and replied, "Su is all as usual, thank you, Princess, for your concern."

Looking at the conversation between the two, it seemed they were quite familiar. Zhuo Qing raised her eyebrows slightly. Yan Ruxuan actually bowed to him; this person's identity was really puzzling.

"The Young Master's zither sound is quiet and distant, and every time I hear it, it can make people's hearts peaceful. I wonder if I have the honor to hear you play a song of 'Yun Shang Su' today?" She heard the melodious zither sound and came over. He had played 'Yun Shang Su' before. At that time, she didn't understand appreciation, but gradually grew up and knew the artistic conception in the song.

Su Mufeng shook his head lightly and replied, "The Princess's mood today is not suitable for listening to this song. Su will play another song for the Princess."

It seemed her appearance was really bad. Even Su Mufeng could see her worries. "Yun Shang Su" was a sad song. He played a song for her that was tortuous but peaceful in the end. He was still the same, able to see through people's hearts.

Yan Ruxuan nodded and replied, "Alright."

Su Mufeng stood up again, smiled, and played the zither. He placed one end of the zither on his knees and the other on the green grass, his hands touching the strings. His slender fingertips slid across the strings, and between his hands, beautiful three-octave zither sounds were played easily. Zhuo Qing didn't understand the superb technique, but she could hear the smooth melody.

The first part of the music was as smooth as water, and in the middle, it suddenly turned into a low, slow bass. Every movement of the strings seemed to be able to enter the heart, making people feel a little depressed. Suddenly, Su Mufeng pushed the strings with his left hand, and the melody turned from low to high again. Following his melody, the mood actually magically became calm and happy slowly. The ending of the overtones was as soft and crisp as water droplets on stone.

After the song ended, everyone in the small courtyard didn't come back to their senses, still immersed in the beautiful music. For a long time, Yan Ruxuan sighed lightly and said, "Thank you, Young Master. I wonder what the name of this song is?"

It seemed her appearance was really bad. "Qin Xin Song" was a sad song. He played a song for her that was tortuous but peaceful in the end. He was still the same, able to see through people's hearts.

Su Mufeng stood up again and smiled, "Qin Xin Song."

Qin Xin Song? Yan Ruxuan smiled bitterly, "It's indeed a good name, and the Young Master played it even better." Only he could play the music with such vitality.

Gently putting the zither into the sandalwood box on the side, Su Mufeng picked up the box and said to Lou Xiwu, "It's not early, let's learn here today. Su takes his leave."

"Su'er, send the Young Master off." Lou Xiwu could only nod, scolding Yan Ruxuan in her heart again. If it weren't for her coming to make trouble, she could have learned more. Inviting Su Mufeng had cost her brother a lot of effort!

"Young Master, please this way." Su Mufeng walked out of the courtyard gate with the maid, suddenly stopped, looked at Zhuo Qing, and said, "Miss Qing, if there is a chance in the future, Su would like to ask for advice on zither meaning from you."

After speaking, he left without waiting for her response. Zhuo Qing looked at Lou Xiwu with a confused face and asked, "What kind of person is he?"

Lou Xiwu rolled her eyes and replied, "He is the fourth son of the Su family, a family of music. Since childhood, he has shown extremely high musical attainments. There is no instrument he cannot play, especially zither and flute. Everyone who has heard it is intoxicated. At the age of sixteen, he played a song of 'Feng Huan Chao' at the ceremony, which shocked the world, and the Emperor immediately bestowed him as the First Zither of Qiongyue. So he is the youngest and most famous zither player in Qiongyue. Many princes and princesses, high officials and nobles, have tried every means to invite him to the mansion to teach zither."

Zhuo Qing nodded understandingly: "So that's it."

Zhuo Qing's sudden realization made Lou Xiwu laugh loudly: "You should have heard of his name! How can you be so dull!" Su Mufeng's great name was not to say that everyone knew it, but at least his reputation among nobles and famous families in various countries was very loud.

Zhuo Qing replied righteously again: "I have amnesia."

Always forgetting this, Lou Xiwu scolded herself for having no brain, curled her lips, and suggested: "He will come to the mansion to teach for these days, why don't you come too and ask him for advice."

Zhuo Qing shook her head immediately: "Forget it, since I lost my memory, I have no impression of these at all, I guess I won't learn it, so don't torture him." And don't torture her either! For her, music only had the distinction of sounding good and not sounding good.

Lou Xiwu still didn't give up and continued to lobby: "Maybe if you contact more, you can remember it. Your zither skills were also famous in the Six Kingdoms, it's a pity to forget it like this."

It turned out that Qing Ling's zither skills were so high, no wonder Su Mufeng said he wanted to ask her for advice just now.

Shaking her head firmly, she didn't even know the five-line staff, and playing the zither to a cow was almost the same! Dryly laughing twice, Zhuo Qing replied easily, "Forget it if you forget it, everything follows fate."

"..." How could anyone be like this! Lou Xiwu was speechless.

How many people could let go after paying so much? Yan Ruxuan was a bit admiring of Zhuo Qing, but she didn't know that in terms of zither skills, Zhuo Qing had never picked it up.

"So sleepy, I'm going back first." Afraid that Lou Xiwu would recite scriptures in her ears again, Zhuo Qing stretched her waist and walked out of the courtyard while speaking.

Looking at the free and easy back, Yan Ruxuan was thoughtful.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 65 =====