Las cosas malas suceden a menudo

Capítulo 107

Qingyun glanced thoughtfully at Wuxia, noticing a faint hint of emotion lingering in Wuxia's eyes lately. Although Wuxia tried her best to hide it, she wasn't one to conceal her feelings. Judging from Wuxia's recent behavior and the emotions conveyed in her music, Qingyun vaguely sensed that Wuxia had found her Mr. Right.

Qingyun smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

A girl as beautiful as a peach blossom will surely find love that blossoms as vibrantly and colorfully as a peach tree.

However, since she was unwilling to reveal anything, she naturally couldn't say much more.

Qingyun's eyes flickered, and she replied softly, "Wuxia has indeed made rapid progress recently. I believe that within three months, Wuxia will be able to play the three famous pieces that Wuhen mentioned with fluent and smooth movements." She paused, then added, "Wuxia, that's all for today."

Receiving Qingyun's praise, Wuxiao smiled even more broadly, her eyes brimming with joy. However, her thoughts drifted far, far away. She had heard that men in the capital, especially the sons of wealthy families, admired girls who could play the zither beautifully. Xingyun probably also admired women who played the zither with unparalleled skill!

Thinking of this, Wuxia clenched her fist, a flame blazing in her eyes. She had to work even harder!

"Okay, Sister Qingyun, you can go back now! I'll practice a little longer and then rest."

Qingyun nodded with a smile, inwardly marveling at the power of love, which could bring about such a profound change in a person.

Suddenly, Qingyun's heart tightened.

A thousand strands of sorrow slowly surfaced from the depths of her heart, gradually spreading throughout her body. Qingyun felt as if her entire body was filled with lead, so heavy that she could not move.

She owed Wuhen a great deal. His feelings were too intense, while hers were too detached. This clash of intensity and detachment, if neither side was willing to compromise, would inevitably result in mutual destruction.

Perhaps she was born to prefer a simple life! Or perhaps she just hasn't encountered a passionate love that can resonate with her tranquility.

Or perhaps we have encountered it, but the time has not yet come for us to blend that deep and intense feeling together!

Qingyun pursed her lips helplessly and walked back to her room.

Upon seeing the jade zither in the room, Qingyun couldn't help but sit down, her hands gently caressing each string. The moment she touched the pure white jade zither, an immense, surging power welled up within her like a fountain.

Qingyun picked up the sheet music she had obtained from Wenmo Ancient Studio, flipped through a few pages, and carefully memorized it. She concentrated, held her breath, and with a flick of her delicate hand, a flowing melody poured from her fingertips.

The large strings clang like a sudden downpour, the small strings whisper like private words. The clanging and whispering blend together, like pearls of all sizes falling onto a jade plate. The warbling of orioles glides beneath the flowers, the murmuring of a spring struggles beneath the ice. The icy spring is cold and astringent, the strings freeze and break, the sound ceases for a moment. A hidden sorrow and resentment arise, at this moment silence speaks louder than words.

Every time Qingyun played a piece from this music book, she would feel a refreshing energy flowing through her internal organs. After playing, she would always feel refreshed and invigorated.

Before even entering the room, Jun Wuhen heard the gentle, melodious music, and he immediately felt a sense of relaxation wash over him. When Jun Wuhen pushed open the door, this was the scene he saw—Qingyun, dressed in a white gauze dress, was playing the zither with her eyes closed, her long, tassel-like eyelashes gently covering her eyes. She was completely absorbed in the music, her facial expressions changing with the rise and fall of the notes.

In that instant, he suddenly felt that Qingyun was very, very far away from him, like the wind in the air. She was right beside him, but no matter how he reached out to touch her, he could not reach her.

However, the moment Jun Wuhen's gaze fell upon the pear blossom jade hairpin in Qingyun's hair, all his unease vanished. His brows smoothed slightly. At least, she was still his for now.

Volume Two: Fate Destined to Leave the Palace, a Good Marriage Arrives, and a Test 2

As the music ended, Qingyun slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were blurry and unfocused. She didn't even notice Jun Wuhen entering, as she seemed to be still immersed in the music.

Seeing that she hadn't noticed his presence, Jun Wuhen was a little annoyed. He walked over, leaned down, and gently whispered in her ear, his voice low and slightly displeased: "Yun'er."

Qingyun quickly snapped out of her daze. Seeing Jun Wuhen so close, she pursed her lips and softly replied, "Wuhen." Lately, Wuhen seemed to particularly enjoy whispering in her ear, and...

At that moment, I felt a warm sensation on my earlobe.

Qingyun pursed her lips again. And he really liked biting her earlobe.

"No trace—" Qingyun subtly turned her head away, avoiding those warm lips.

"Yun'er, you're tempting me." His voice was deep and alluring.

Qingyun frowned, and said with a hint of grievance, "What do you mean?"

“Then—” Jun Wuhen moved his hand to her petite shoulder, “What is this?”

Qingyun looked down and realized that she was wearing an extremely transparent and revealing dress today, with her light white strapless top peeking out from under her, which aroused the imagination.

With a gentle flutter of her fan-like eyelashes, Qingyun said, puzzled, "It's too hot today. Besides, this is how I walked all the way to Wuxia."

A flash of blue light appeared in Jun Wuhen's eyes, as if clusters of blue flames were rising. He suddenly pulled Qingyun into his arms and said domineeringly, "Yun'er, you can't dress like this anymore. Even if you have to, you can only wear it in front of me."

Qingyun frowned.

Jun Wuhen's lips immediately and gently kissed her brow. He didn't like her always frowning. His Yun'er should always have relaxed brows and curved red lips.

"Without a trace..."

His blue eyes gazed intently at Qingyun, and a kiss, burning with passion, instantly spread across her entire face, finally landing on her alluring red lips. As if savoring a sweet candy, Jun Wuhen gently sucked on them.

Qingyun and Jun Wuhen have been husband and wife for almost half a year. Even if they are not husband and wife in name only, this is all she can give him.

Her heart softened instantly, and Qingyun closed her eyes. Her long eyelashes drooped silently, concealing all the emotions in her eyes.

The blue flames in Jun Wuhen's eyes burned brighter and brighter. He could clearly feel that he was not kissing a person, but a piece of expressionless wood! That piece of wood was merely fulfilling his superficial duties as a wife.

As he pondered, the blue flames burned uncontrollably, and Jun Wuhen's lips moved to Qingyun's clean neck.

Qingyun trembled, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and she saw a pair of punitive blue eyes.

"...Without a trace..."

Jun Wuhen nibbled at her neck, his voice muffled: "Yun'er, I'm a man. It's hard not to do these things to a woman who lies beside me every day, especially the woman I love." He paused, "It's been almost half a year, when will our relationship, which is nominal, become real? A man's patience has its limits. Yun'er... have you even tried to love me?"

The woman in purple outside the door gasped inwardly. She held her breath and concealed her presence, never expecting to overhear such a conversation.

That woman didn't have the antidote!

Her eyes immediately filled with worry.