The night was quiet, and a full moon hung high in the deep blue sky, illuminating the backyard of Qinyun Villa like a bright lamp.
Xiao Jianhun was leaning on the couch covered with tiger skin, still wearing Shengxue's white clothes. His face actually looked paler than the white clothes on his body under the silver moonlight. But there was still that gentle smile on his face. He was watching Qin Yun playing the piano.
Zhao Ziyun, the Marquis of Changsheng, once said that playing the qin is for watching, not listening. At this moment, Xiao Jianhun finally admitted that Zhao Ziyun's appreciation of women was no worse than his swordsmanship. Qin Yun's fingers were soft and flexible, and looked even more white and smooth under the moonlight. The eyes with secret glances were as black as the black pearls in the deep sea. She is indeed a stunning beauty. Compared with her beauty, her piano skills, which are known as "one of the best in the capital", seem very clumsy.
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