Chapter 294

When night fell, Mu Hantian went out of the inn alone after the two sisters slept.

Outside the imperial concubine snow Pavilion, there were lights showing off everywhere. The red candles were burning "hiss", and a breeze blew and the lights swayed.

Mu Hantian stood at the gate of Feixue Pavilion and looked at the magnificent, magnificent, elegant and exquisite gate. On the door hung a unique plaque: "imperial concubine snow Pavilion."

"Is this the 'imperial concubine snow Pavilion'? Not bad!" Mu Hantian whispered.

Mu Hantian knocked at the door,

"Dong Dong Dong"

Soon after, the door opened with a squeak. A young man came out, looked up and down at Mu Hantian, and asked, "did you just knock on the door?"

Mu coldly said, "it's good."

"Oh, what's up?" the boy asked again.

"I heard that there was a zither player here, so I came." Mu Hantian said.

The young man looked at Mu Hantian seriously and said, "I can't decide. Wait here."

Then the boy went in and closed the door.

The night is tantalizing and the moon is hanging high, shining on thousands of homes.

Mu turned around and stood alone in this silent winter night meditating.

The wind comes and goes in a hurry. There are many people in the transition of the world, but it is a prosperous virtual dream.

The wind passes through the cheek, gentle and quiet. It must be a girl. Her delicate hands touch the heart of Mu cold day.

I don't know how long later, the door of Feixue Pavilion opened again, interrupting Mu Hantian's meditation.

A middle-aged man in his forties came out, looked at Mu Hantian and said, "you want to apply for a zither player? Can you play the zither?"

"Yes, it's me. As for whether or not to play, it's the master has the final say." Mu cold day said lightly.

"Well, come with me and meet the snow girl." the old man said, and then took Mu Hantian into the 'imperial concubine snow Pavilion'

Mu Hantian nodded to keep up.

"Snow girl, did you sleep?" the old man asked outside a room.

"Steward Wang, what can I do for you?" a nice female voice came.

"Well, snow girl, someone has come to apply for a zither player, but it's so late that I don't want to disturb your rest." steward Wang said.

"Is that right? Nothing, let him in!" said the snow girl.

"Well, I'll go down first." the steward said and retired.

Mu Hantian saw this and had to push the door in.

"Is that you want to apply for a zither player?" the snow girl asked when Mu cold day came in.

Mu Hantian saw the snow maiden in plain white long clothes. She was graceful and graceful. She sat on the stool lightly and gracefully. The breeze outside the door blew her white clothes, and her long white hair danced with the wind, just like a dusty fairy.

Mu Hantian took a few steps forward and stared from the side. The beauty has beautiful contour lines and ice skin like a knife. Her bright eyes look forward to Sheng Yan under her slender willow leaf curved eyebrows. When the red lips open and close, the lovely pear nest is naturally on the cheek, and the long, beautiful pink neck is even more attractive.

It is quiet and elegant, elegant as an immortal, just like a fairy in the sky. Mu Hantian couldn't help thinking of a poem and blurted out: "there are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. Look at the city and the country. I'd rather not know the country and the city? It's hard to get a beautiful woman again."

"Snow girl, I can play the piano, but applying for a zither player is just my excuse. I came here just to see the girl. As a result, I found that I was destined for you."

The snow girl frowned slightly and said unhappily, "I think you're here to entertain me. Since you're not a zither player, please leave. You're not welcome here."

"Hehe, since the snow girl says so, I will be a zither player here. I don't want any reward. I just want the snow girl to dance Zhao."

"Hehe, play it for me and let me see if you are suitable to be a zither player." the snow girl said sarcastically.

Mu Hantian didn't mind either. He said faintly, "this song is called sword in the piano."

"Zheng."

With Mu Hantian's words falling, a piano sound broke the silence of space and awakened all creatures.

Mu Hantian pressed the string with his right hand and put his left hand in the shape of an orchid finger. The palm was in the air, the large and medium fingers were facing each other, the height of the food and middle fingers were the same, the little finger was slightly higher, and the palm was inward to produce a resultant force.

The hand shape begins to relax. It drives a series of movements of the forearm and wrist through the big arm. Through subtle feelings, the strength is concentrated on the fingers. At the same time, when the wrist is relaxed, a small movement occurs in the hand, similar to a small fish swinging its tail. The pop-up piano sound has no trace of chaos, stuffy and too dry, too dry sound and color.

North wind chaos on Yishui bank

The snow is cold

One night song, China flies, sigh

Strike canglan and look pale

The sky sings to the moon late

Play the piano and strike the building. Don't talk about the bitter and short yet

Thin rain, light sorrow, heart trembling, panic, Fenghua dye

Who was holding the sword in those days? How far was the cicada

Plain hand gently plucks the broken string and laughs about life and death

Still clinging to who makes a rash decision about fleeting years

Meet a pot of turbid wine

Who stole the years

The sound of the piano is long, and the small building looks back in the air

People don't stop flowing

Big dream three generation worries

Who will keep the wine when the leaves fall and know the autumn

Qingyi sword oath

Deep love is shallow

Acacia is difficult to cut and pull

Floating clouds for a few days

Zhisu Huanian folding sword

The sea changes into a mulberry field

Cut off the sky, cut off the string and cut off the delusion

Forget who remembers

Go to the end of the world with a natural and unrestrained demeanor

Stay alone in the sunset

Scattered refers to the middle sand

No home for luxury

The heart is dark and dumb, and the sound of Dongxiao turns into emotion to see the snowflakes

Let's forget it

Yishui is frozen and prosperous like a dream has become empty

When we met, a farewell was in vain

It rains at night with the wind. You might as well have a glass of wine

Don't be angry when the clouds are deep. It's cold in the cloud court

Sword in piano and fairy in wine

Rumors linger for thousands of years

The sound of the piano is gentle and continuous, like a mountain spring winding from a valley, flowing slowly and winding around the beam of the house.

A song "sword in the piano" was written by Mu Hantian. The snow girl felt that she underestimated Mu Hantian. This song gave her a beautiful feeling and left her aftertaste.