"Whoa!"

In the back garden, the sound of the piano stopped.

There was the sound of sword dancing.

After Luo Qingzhou coaxed Bai Ling, he went to the back garden with her.

Bai Ling ran into the pavilion very excitedly and said: "Miss, my uncle said he wanted to write a song for the lady, called..."

She paused for a moment, seeming to have forgotten the name, then immediately remembered it and said crisply: "It's called Hua Hao Yue Yuan Wedding Night!"

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

After Bai Ling finished speaking, he turned to look at him and said with a smile: "Uncle, right?"

Luo Qingzhou said expressionlessly: "Wrong."

Then he walked into the pavilion, bowed his head and saluted: "Miss, don't listen to Bai Ling's nonsense, the title of the song is [Spring River Flower Moonlight Night], and it is also a poem."

Bai Ling tilted his head and said, "Is it a good consummation night for Chunjianghua?"

Luo Qingzhou glared at her and said, "Go get pen, ink, paper and inkstone, come over and help me grind the ink, and I'll write down the lyrics and music."

Bai Ling immediately ran to the house happily and said, "Okay, uncle, wait a moment."

After that, she jumped up and down, her pink skirt fluttering, and flew into the house like a butterfly.

Outside the pavilion, under the big tree.

Xia Chan, dressed in a pale green dress, was still practicing her sword in the wind and snow.

Today's sword moves are much more peaceful.

Luo Qingzhou looked at it for a few times, then looked away and looked at Miss Qin in front of him.

Miss Qin's pair of green-white and delicate slender jade hands were placed on the guqin, and her slender fingertips were gently pressing the strings; her silky and gauze-like sleeves slid upward slightly, revealing two sections of snow-white and slender jade wrists;

Her eyes were still looking at the guqin in front of her, and her flawless face was as cold as snow.

From the moment Luo Qingzhou came to the back garden, until now, Miss Qin has not even glanced at him.

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

After all, every time he came to greet him before, although Miss Qin was cold, she would still look at him, nod, or say something.

Could it be that what happened in the morning was revealed?

He hesitated for a moment, decided to test it out, and asked cautiously: "Miss, did you sleep well last night...?"

Miss Qin still looked at the guqin in front of her with a cold expression and ignored him.

Luo Qingzhou's heart suddenly thumped, and for a moment, he could no longer find anything to say.

What made him even more annoyed was that Bai Ling, who had gone to the house to get pens, ink, paper and inkstones, seemed to have suddenly disappeared. He did not come out for a long time, and there was no movement at all.

Luo Qingzhou waited for another moment, and then shouted to the outside of the pavilion: "Xia Chan, stop practicing your sword and go inside to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone for your uncle."

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"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

Xia Chan responded to him with faster sword moves.

The corner of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched. Seeing that everyone ignored him and the atmosphere became increasingly awkward, he could only say to the room: "Bailing, if you don't come out, my uncle will leave!"

"Coming! Coming!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Bai Ling ran out of the house holding pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and said crisply: "Why are you so anxious, I've been looking for you for a long time."

With that said, he entered the pavilion and put everything on the other half of the stone table.

Then he spread out the rice paper, took out the ink block, poured some tea, started grinding the ink, and said with a smile: "Uncle, sit down and write."

Luo Qingzhou then sat down opposite Miss Qin, picked up the pen, and waited for the ink to come out. After waiting for a while, he frowned and said: "Bailing, you haven't grinded the ink before?"

Bai Ling shook the ink stick in his hand and said with some pride: "Of course not. Bai Ling's little hands are for picking flowers, not for grinding ink."

Luo Qingzhou was speechless and said: "If you grind it like this, there will be only water, and the ink will not come out at all. Use some force to grind the ink block and mix it with the tea, and then you will get the ink."

"oh."

Bai Ling agreed and immediately pressed hard on the ink stick in his hand, rubbing it back and forth.

Luo Qingzhou sighed and said: "Turn in a circle and speed up so that the ink can come out faster."

Bai Ling pouted and said, "Why are you so anxious, uncle? If you are not in a hurry, why can't you just take it slow?"

Luo Qingzhou could only shout to the outside of the pavilion: "Chanchan, come here and study ink."

Xia Chan still ignored him.

Bellington said angrily: "My uncle is too much and looks down on me. This is my first time and I have no experience. Why can't I teach you patiently?"

Luo Qingzhou put down his pen and said no more.

Bai Ling held the ink block and while grinding it, he asked: "Uncle, is it okay to grind it like this?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "Faster and harder."

"oh."

Bai Ling immediately exerted force and increased his speed.

"Snapped!"

Unexpectedly, she exerted too much force, and the ink block was suddenly broken by her, and the ink immediately splashed out, directly splashing on Luo Qingzhou's face and Miss Qin's snow-white dress next to her.

Bailing suddenly said in panic: "Ah! Brother-in-law, eldest lady, yes, yes... I'm sorry..."

Luo Qingzhou sighed, wiped his cheeks with his sleeve, picked up the broken ink stick on the table, and started grinding it himself.

Bai Ling was like a child who had done something wrong. He lowered his head and twisted his fingers together, looking pitiful and willing to be punished: "Uncle, Xiao Bai Ling was wrong..."

Luo Qingzhou ignored her and quickly ground the ink, then dipped his pen in the ink and wrote the poem "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" first.

Then he stood up, put his hands in front of Miss Qin, and said: "Miss, please read the poem first."

As he said that, he raised his eyes and glanced at her, then was stunned for a moment.

Miss Qin's flawless, snow-white and delicate cheeks actually had a drop of dark ink hanging on them...

Looking at it, there is another kind of heart-touching beauty.

Luo Qingzhou said quickly: "Miss, your face..."

Bai Ling looked up and said "Oh!" and ran out of the pavilion and said, "Miss, wait a minute, I'll get the handkerchief!"

Miss Qin still had a cold expression. She silently took the rice paper and looked at the poem on it. The expression in her eyes gradually changed.

"The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises on the sea. The beauty is thousands of miles away, but there is no moon on the Spring River..."

"The sky over the river is the same color without any dust, and there is only a single moon in the bright sky. Who on the bank of the river sees the moon for the first time? When did the moon over the river shine on people for the first time..."

"The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless. I don't know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love..."

This poem begins with writing about the moon and ends with writing about the setting of the moon. Countless readers have been fascinated by it for thousands of years.

Miss Qin looked dazed after reading it, and the emotions in her eyes were hazy, floating and changing like smoke waves, making it difficult to see clearly.

At this time, Bai Ling's voice suddenly came from the room: "Uncle, I can't find the handkerchief. Do you have it there? Please help the lady wipe it first."

Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou glanced at the ink on Miss Qin's cheek again, hesitated, took out a moon-white handkerchief from his sleeve, handed it to her and said: "Miss, please wipe it."

Miss Qin's eyes fell from the paper to the handkerchief in his hand. She was startled and looked at him.

This was the first time she looked at him tonight.

Luo Qingzhou quickly explained: "This is the handkerchief that the second lady gave me."

In fact, it's Sister Yue's moon-white handkerchief.

Miss Qin didn't say anything. She took it silently and wiped it on her face. Strangely, the drop of ink was wiped clean instantly without leaving any trace.

Luo Qingzhou thought secretly in his heart: This magical weapon is really powerful.

Miss Qin handed him the handkerchief and then said calmly: "Thank you."

Luo Qingzhou took the handkerchief, put it away, and said, "Miss, how do you like this poem?"

Miss Qin was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, and said nothing.

Luo Qingzhou said nothing more, sat down and studied ink, then picked up the pen again, and started writing on the rice paper according to the music score he found in his mind.

Although there was no staff notation in this era, there was subtractive notation and Gongchi notation, and he transformed them all.

The left and right fingerings, chords, twisting and picking, arpeggio vibrato, etc. are all clearly marked.

While he was writing the score, Miss Qin had been watching him silently.

Outside the pavilion, Xia Chan put away her sword and stood under the big tree, looking at him quietly, as if she was afraid of disturbing him.

Bai Ling quietly poked his head out at the door, looking at his uncle who was really focusing on writing music, and then at his young lady who was watching her uncle silently.

There was silence in the back garden.
To be continued...