Chapter 43.1
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43. Chang Hongqu (1)
At this time the only remaining candle that was lit was on her right side, and half of the pavilion was already plunged into darkness.
Yu Qingjia’s wrist was pressed down by someone, and she was stunned, and said with a startled expression,
“F-Fox you…”
When her line of sight finally fell on the person next to her, the rest of Yu Qingjia’s words suddenly disappeared between her lips.
Murong Yan was wearing a black suit, with narrow sleeves cinched around the waist.
Dark patterns were swirling around it, which outline his heroic and sturdy physique.
What is especially striking is that his face was currently covered by a silver mask.
The mask had open teeth and claws, with long ears and fangs, and only his pair of eyes were exposed.
With such a mask he looked undoubtedly frightening.
Yu Qingjia was startled, and was frozen in place.
She just stood there gapingly at Murong Yan, almost unable to speak.
Yin Zhu was standing on guard outside the bamboo curtain, she seemed to feel a flash in front of her just now, and the candle inside went out.
Yin Zhu thought it was just the strong autumn breeze that blew out the candles. She didn’t notice anything wrong, so she simply asked calmly,
“Miss, why did the lights go out suddenly? This servant girl can come over and light it again for you.”
“No need.”
Yu Qingjia hurriedly shouted towards the outside.
She could see Yin Zhu through the bamboo curtains, and she was about to step forward but halted her steps after hearing her command.
Her footsteps didn’t retract, and she looked extremely puzzled.
Yu Qingjia cleared her throat and said in her most ordinary tone possible,
“It’s just the night wind, it doesn’t affect my playing the zither at all. The barely lit environment actually gave off an ethereal feel to it, you don’t have to come in.”
What’s so ethereal about the pavilion being barely lit?
Yin Zhu didn’t understand why, but although she was confused about it, she never bothered to ask any more questions.
Since the sixth young miss said no, then Yin Zhu could only say “Oh”, and really continued to stay outside.
After settling Yin Zhu down, Yu Qingjia lowered her voice and quietly asked,
“Why are you here?”
Obviously, she had seen him before leaving home at noon today, but now this person in front of her was too unrecognizable for Yu Qingjia.
Murong Yan’s beautiful appearance was so beautiful that it was indistinguishable from a man and a woman, and Yu Qingjia was so used to the impact of his face that she rarely noticed anything else.
Now that Murong Yan used an extremely arrogant and horrible mask to cover his appearance, and was wearing a black assassin’s clothes, his long arms, and upper body was greatly emphasized.
The outline from his shoulders to the back of his waist is an extremely good-looking line.
He was simply sitting there, with his silent murderous aura and pressure laid out, but he still appeared so noble and awe-inspiring, making people not dare to take a look at him.
Yu Qingjia was also overwhelmed by such an aura.
If it wasn’t for his voice that was so familiar, Yu Qingjia would never have dared to admit that this was Murong Yan.
It is also at this time, when she can’t see his face, that Yu Qingjia finally noticed that his body posture was also extremely good-looking.
Although he is slender and thin, both his arms and back are silently highlighting his strength.
Yu Qingjia couldn’t even call him ‘Vixen’ or ‘Fox spirit’ anymore.
Yu Qingjia had always thought that Murong Yan was a woman, because of her unreliable father.
She would often call him ‘Vixen’ blindly, and she got used to it.
So when she learned that he was a man later on, even though she was already aware of this fact, she would still subconsciously treat him like one.
But now, at this very moment, Yu Qingjia realized incomparably clearly that Murong Yan is not a woman.
He is completely different from her.
If Murong Yan had appeared in front of her, in this attire from the very beginning, then even if Yu Wenjun yanked her ears and screamed at her, Yu Qingjia would not have mistaken Murong Yan for a woman.
When he was sitting in white and reading a book under the sunlight, he was stunningly beautiful, but when he changed into this black attire, and covered his face with a mask, the martial and murderous aura in his bones seemed to have come to the surface.
Murong Yan didn’t answer Yu Qingjia’s inquiry.
The only remaining candle flickered vigorously, reflecting bright lights on his silver mask, which made his deep and dark eyes seem invisible,
“She has a problem. The one who played the Zither before, and the one who played twice after was not the same person.”
Upon realizing who the “She” that Murong Yan meant was, Yu Qingjia was immediately shocked.
She knew the existence of the system beforehand, this is why she could see Yu Qingya’s true face clearly, but Murong Yan didn’t even know any of this information.
How could he say with certainty that there was something wrong with Yu Qingya?
Yu Qingjia asked in an apprehensive tone, “How?”
Murong Yan’s tone was light, his long fingers brushing silently over the strings,
“When a person experiences something, such as a sudden decline of their family, being hunted down, and imprisoned, their style of music and lyrics will often change drastically. But no matter how it changes, some habits of their fingers and joints will not change. The two pieces she played just now did not have any redundant movements in her hands.”
Murong Yan said briefly, but Yu Qingjia had already understood it.
Even if one deliberately corrects their movements when playing the zither, it will still be difficult for them to notice the small movements on their fingers, such as how they press the strings and how they hook it, which is a habit developed by their own body.
It will not easily change because of the change of their state of mind.
She doesn’t know what kind of messy medicine Yu Qingya used earlier, but this afternoon her zither skills suddenly soared, and she was able to play Chang hongqu well, overnight.
However, Yu Qingjia was sure that when she saw Yu Qingya in the water pavilion this afternoon, the person playing the zither was still Yu Qingya herself, but just now, the person manipulating her body seemed to have changed into the system.
Even with the help of additional items, Yu Qingya will still have some of her own micro movements when playing the zither, but the system is different, every movement and every step of the system is calculated, everything is aimed at the fastest and most efficient way of playing.
So there must be some discrepancies on the way the zither was played before and after the system took over.
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43. Chang Hongqu (1)
At this time the only remaining candle that was lit was on her right side, and half of the pavilion was already plunged into darkness.
Yu Qingjia’s wrist was pressed down by someone, and she was stunned, and said with a startled expression,
“F-Fox you…”
When her line of sight finally fell on the person next to her, the rest of Yu Qingjia’s words suddenly disappeared between her lips.
Murong Yan was wearing a black suit, with narrow sleeves cinched around the waist.
Dark patterns were swirling around it, which outline his heroic and sturdy physique.
What is especially striking is that his face was currently covered by a silver mask.
The mask had open teeth and claws, with long ears and fangs, and only his pair of eyes were exposed.
With such a mask he looked undoubtedly frightening.
Yu Qingjia was startled, and was frozen in place.
She just stood there gapingly at Murong Yan, almost unable to speak.
Yin Zhu was standing on guard outside the bamboo curtain, she seemed to feel a flash in front of her just now, and the candle inside went out.
Yin Zhu thought it was just the strong autumn breeze that blew out the candles. She didn’t notice anything wrong, so she simply asked calmly,
“Miss, why did the lights go out suddenly? This servant girl can come over and light it again for you.”
“No need.”
Yu Qingjia hurriedly shouted towards the outside.
She could see Yin Zhu through the bamboo curtains, and she was about to step forward but halted her steps after hearing her command.
Her footsteps didn’t retract, and she looked extremely puzzled.
Yu Qingjia cleared her throat and said in her most ordinary tone possible,
“It’s just the night wind, it doesn’t affect my playing the zither at all. The barely lit environment actually gave off an ethereal feel to it, you don’t have to come in.”
What’s so ethereal about the pavilion being barely lit?
Yin Zhu didn’t understand why, but although she was confused about it, she never bothered to ask any more questions.
Since the sixth young miss said no, then Yin Zhu could only say “Oh”, and really continued to stay outside.
After settling Yin Zhu down, Yu Qingjia lowered her voice and quietly asked,
“Why are you here?”
Obviously, she had seen him before leaving home at noon today, but now this person in front of her was too unrecognizable for Yu Qingjia.
Murong Yan’s beautiful appearance was so beautiful that it was indistinguishable from a man and a woman, and Yu Qingjia was so used to the impact of his face that she rarely noticed anything else.
Now that Murong Yan used an extremely arrogant and horrible mask to cover his appearance, and was wearing a black assassin’s clothes, his long arms, and upper body was greatly emphasized.
The outline from his shoulders to the back of his waist is an extremely good-looking line.
He was simply sitting there, with his silent murderous aura and pressure laid out, but he still appeared so noble and awe-inspiring, making people not dare to take a look at him.
Yu Qingjia was also overwhelmed by such an aura.
If it wasn’t for his voice that was so familiar, Yu Qingjia would never have dared to admit that this was Murong Yan.
It is also at this time, when she can’t see his face, that Yu Qingjia finally noticed that his body posture was also extremely good-looking.
Although he is slender and thin, both his arms and back are silently highlighting his strength.
Yu Qingjia couldn’t even call him ‘Vixen’ or ‘Fox spirit’ anymore.
Yu Qingjia had always thought that Murong Yan was a woman, because of her unreliable father.
She would often call him ‘Vixen’ blindly, and she got used to it.
So when she learned that he was a man later on, even though she was already aware of this fact, she would still subconsciously treat him like one.
But now, at this very moment, Yu Qingjia realized incomparably clearly that Murong Yan is not a woman.
He is completely different from her.
If Murong Yan had appeared in front of her, in this attire from the very beginning, then even if Yu Wenjun yanked her ears and screamed at her, Yu Qingjia would not have mistaken Murong Yan for a woman.
When he was sitting in white and reading a book under the sunlight, he was stunningly beautiful, but when he changed into this black attire, and covered his face with a mask, the martial and murderous aura in his bones seemed to have come to the surface.
Murong Yan didn’t answer Yu Qingjia’s inquiry.
The only remaining candle flickered vigorously, reflecting bright lights on his silver mask, which made his deep and dark eyes seem invisible,
“She has a problem. The one who played the Zither before, and the one who played twice after was not the same person.”
Upon realizing who the “She” that Murong Yan meant was, Yu Qingjia was immediately shocked.
She knew the existence of the system beforehand, this is why she could see Yu Qingya’s true face clearly, but Murong Yan didn’t even know any of this information.
How could he say with certainty that there was something wrong with Yu Qingya?
Yu Qingjia asked in an apprehensive tone, “How?”
Murong Yan’s tone was light, his long fingers brushing silently over the strings,
“When a person experiences something, such as a sudden decline of their family, being hunted down, and imprisoned, their style of music and lyrics will often change drastically. But no matter how it changes, some habits of their fingers and joints will not change. The two pieces she played just now did not have any redundant movements in her hands.”
Murong Yan said briefly, but Yu Qingjia had already understood it.
Even if one deliberately corrects their movements when playing the zither, it will still be difficult for them to notice the small movements on their fingers, such as how they press the strings and how they hook it, which is a habit developed by their own body.
It will not easily change because of the change of their state of mind.
She doesn’t know what kind of messy medicine Yu Qingya used earlier, but this afternoon her zither skills suddenly soared, and she was able to play Chang hongqu well, overnight.
However, Yu Qingjia was sure that when she saw Yu Qingya in the water pavilion this afternoon, the person playing the zither was still Yu Qingya herself, but just now, the person manipulating her body seemed to have changed into the system.
Even with the help of additional items, Yu Qingya will still have some of her own micro movements when playing the zither, but the system is different, every movement and every step of the system is calculated, everything is aimed at the fastest and most efficient way of playing.
So there must be some discrepancies on the way the zither was played before and after the system took over.
43. Chang Hongqu 1At this time the only remaining candle that was lit was on her right side, and half of the pavilion was already plunged into darkness.Yu Qingjia's wrist was pressed down by someone, and she was stunned, and said with a startled expression,F-Fox youWhen her line of sight finally fell on the person next to her, the rest of Yu Qingjia's words suddenly disappeared between her lips.Murong Yan was wearing a black suit, with narrow sleeves cinched around the waist.Dark patterns were swirling around it, which outline his heroic and sturdy physique.What is especially striking is that his face was currently covered by a silver mask.The mask had open teeth and claws, with long ears and fangs, and only his pair of eyes were exposed.With such a mask he looked undoubtedly frightening.Yu Qingjia was startled, and was frozen in place.She just stood there gapingly at Murong Yan, almost unable to speak.Yin Zhu was standing on guard outside the bamboo curtain, she seemed to feel a flash in front of her just now, and the candle inside went out.Yin Zhu thought it was just the strong autumn breeze that blew out the candles. She didn't notice anything wrong, so she simply asked calmly,Miss, why did the lights go out suddenly? This servant girl can come over and light it again for you.No need.Yu Qingjia hurriedly shouted towards the outside.She could see Yin Zhu through the bamboo curtains, and she was about to step forward but halted her steps after hearing her command.Her footsteps didn't retract, and she looked extremely puzzled.Yu Qingjia cleared her throat and said in her most ordinary tone possible,It's just the night wind, it doesn't affect my playing the zither at all. The barely lit environment actually gave off an ethereal feel to it, you don't have to come in.What's so ethereal about the pavilion being barely lit?Yin Zhu didn't understand why, but although she was confused about it, she never bothered to ask any more questions.Since the sixth young miss said no, then Yin Zhu could only say Oh, and really continued to stay outside.After settling Yin Zhu down, Yu Qingjia lowered her voice and quietly asked,Why are you here?Obviously, she had seen him before leaving home at noon today, but now this person in front of her was too unrecognizable for Yu Qingjia.Murong Yan's beautiful appearance was so beautiful that it was indistinguishable from a man and a woman, and Yu Qingjia was so used to the impact of his face that she rarely noticed anything else.Now that Murong Yan used an extremely arrogant and horrible mask to cover his appearance, and was wearing a black assassin's clothes, his long arms, and upper body was greatly emphasized.The outline from his shoulders to the back of his waist is an extremely good-looking line.He was simply sitting there, with his silent murderous aura and pressure laid out, but he still appeared so noble and awe-inspiring, making people not dare to take a look at him.Yu Qingjia was also overwhelmed by such an aura.If it wasn't for his voice that was so familiar, Yu Qingjia would never have dared to admit that this was Murong Yan.It is also at this time, when she can't see his face, that Yu Qingjia finally noticed that his body posture was also extremely good-looking.Although he is slender and thin, both his arms and back are silently highlighting his strength.Yu Qingjia couldn't even call him Vixen' or Fox spirit' anymore.Yu Qingjia had always thought that Murong Yan was a woman, because of her unreliable father.She would often call him Vixen' blindly, and she got used to it.So when she learned that he was a man later on, even though she was already aware of this fact, she would still subconsciously treat him like one.But now, at this very moment, Yu Qingjia realized incomparably clearly that Murong Yan is not a woman.He is completely different from her.If Murong Yan had appeared in front of her, in this attire from the very beginning, then even if Yu Wenjun yanked her ears and screamed at her, Yu Qingjia would not have mistaken Murong Yan for a woman.When he was sitting in white and reading a book under the sunlight, he was stunningly beautiful, but when he changed into this black attire, and covered his face with a mask, the martial and murderous aura in his bones seemed to have come to the surface.Murong Yan didn't answer Yu Qingjia's inquiry.The only remaining candle flickered vigorously, reflecting bright lights on his silver mask, which made his deep and dark eyes seem invisible,She has a problem. The one who played the Zither before, and the one who played twice after was not the same person.Upon realizing who the She that Murong Yan meant was, Yu Qingjia was immediately shocked.She knew the existence of the system beforehand, this is why she could see Yu Qingya's true face clearly, but Murong Yan didn't even know any of this information.How could he say with certainty that there was something wrong with Yu Qingya?Yu Qingjia asked in an apprehensive tone, How?Murong Yan's tone was light, his long fingers brushing silently over the strings,When a person experiences something, such as a sudden decline of their family, being hunted down, and imprisoned, their style of music and lyrics will often change drastically. But no matter how it changes, some habits of their fingers and joints will not change. The two pieces she played just now did not have any redundant movements in her hands.Murong Yan said briefly, but Yu Qingjia had already understood it.Even if one deliberately corrects their movements when playing the zither, it will still be difficult for them to notice the small movements on their fingers, such as how they press the strings and how they hook it, which is a habit developed by their own body.It will not easily change because of the change of their state of mind.She doesn't know what kind of messy medicine Yu Qingya used earlier, but this afternoon her zither skills suddenly soared, and she was able to play Chang hongqu well, overnight.However, Yu Qingjia was sure that when she saw Yu Qingya in the water pavilion this afternoon, the person playing the zither was still Yu Qingya herself, but just now, the person manipulating her body seemed to have changed into the system.Even with the help of additional items, Yu Qingya will still have some of her own micro movements when playing the zither, but the system is different, every movement and every step of the system is calculated, everything is aimed at the fastest and most efficient way of playing.So there must be some discrepancies on the way the zither was played before and after the system took over.
