Vallée Sauvage de Green Mountain (Transmigrée à la dynastie Song)

Chapitre 40

She walked slowly along the shore, holding a pipa in her arms. People passed by her from time to time, and a few almost bumped into her, but she seemed not to care.

She sees everything around her as transparent, and she herself is almost like a transparent person.

I quickly ran a few steps to her and said softly, "You sang so well at the Spring Festival. What's your name? Can you tell me?"

There was someone standing in front of her, and no one could continue walking aimlessly like that.

An expression finally appeared in her empty eyes. A slightly surprised expression:

“…Qin Louyue…” She frowned slightly and said softly, “My name is Qin Louyue.”

I laughed and said, "Your lyrics are really good, and your singing is also very special, with a kind of soul-stirring power."

Qin Louyue listened to my words, her eyes darting over me a few times, and she muttered to herself, "You weren't affected..." She slowly said, "You have a strong will."

I chuckled and said, "It's alright... I'm sorry, I need to find someone and I have to go. I hope we can meet again next time. If there's a chance, I'd like to hear your music again, but I don't want to hear such a melancholy tune anymore. You need to sing me a more cheerful tune instead."

Qin Louyue neither nodded nor shook her head after hearing my words. After a while, she softly asked, "What... is your name?"

I smiled and said, "My name is Baiyi (White Robe)."

Upon hearing my name, I suddenly had a feeling. Something flashed across Qin Louyue's eyes, but it was only for a moment before she immediately returned to her blank expression.

"We'll meet again..." Her gaze swept over me, "We definitely will!..."

She turned around, holding her pipa, and then took a step forward.

As I watched her retreating figure slowly turn around, a thought suddenly arose in my mind that I dared not even consider—

I shouted, "You are Qin Louyue, and who is Chu Guanfeng?"

Qin Louyue did not turn back, but continued to walk slowly on the shore: "She is the person I am looking for."

Why are you looking for him?

Qin Louyue suddenly turned around, revealing a smile I had never seen before. This smile slowly bloomed on her face, like the most beautiful moonlight quietly flowing down, making her whole being ethereal and beautiful—

Qin Louyue said calmly, "Kill him!"

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Happy Puppet

Qin Louyue quietly turned around, carrying her pipa, and slowly walked into the crowd. I stared blankly as this strange and mysterious singer's slender and beautiful figure disappeared from my sight, her soft voice still seeming to echo in my ears:

"Kill him..."

The woman who exuded a faint, serene aura had just smiled in front of me, but the words that came from her cherry lips were chilling and full of murderous intent.

"Where did you go?" I turned around at the sound of the voice and saw Shang Shaochang sitting on his horse, his face slightly displeased.

I stretched out my arm, letting Shang Shaozhang help me onto the horse. "Shang Shaozhang...during the Spring Festival, did you hear the song of that moon-white-clad singer?" My eyes were still fixed on the spot where Qin Louyue had disappeared, and I murmured to myself, "Did you hear a very special emotion in her voice?...If I had the chance, I really would like to hear it again..."

Shang Shaozhang said coldly, "If I were you, I wouldn't listen to you a second time!"

I looked up and stared at Shang Shaozhang in surprise.

Shang Shaozhang remained expressionless and slowly said, "Do you think someone's singing voice, so deep and resonant, could travel for miles across the river? Do you think that even the most beautiful and melodious voice could captivate nearly a hundred people, leaving them mesmerized and disoriented? With each note she played the pipa, the listener felt their heart leap. Do you think that's normal?" He watched as my mouth slowly opened wide, his eyes filled with disbelief. "This singer named Qin Louyue is definitely not an ordinary person. Her martial arts skills are undoubtedly high; it's best to avoid seeing her again!"

Shang Shaozhang said coldly, "I saw murderous intent in her eyes!"

I nodded, letting Shang Shaozhang wrap his arms around my waist from behind, and rode my horse onto the official road.

Shang Shaozhang is an assassin. Assassins are always much more perceptive than ordinary people, and they are even more perceptive of danger.

Besides, he was the killer among killers.

The black horse galloped swiftly and steadily, its hooves clattering. I sat on the horse, but my mind kept drifting back to Qin Louyue.

Even though Shang Shaochang said she was dangerous and terrifying, I didn't feel it at all.

Instead, I felt a deep sense of loneliness and sorrow.

Her person and her singing voice exude a deep sorrow. That sorrow emanates directly from her music and singing, seemingly penetrating deep into people's hearts.

The moon over the Qin Tower evokes deepest longing, while the wind at the Chu Pass brings the most indifference!

She is Qin Louyue, but who is Chu Guanfeng?

The moon evokes longing, the wind brings fickleness.

Is she the one who makes her happy, yet also makes her sad?

But why kill him then?

Who can truly understand the meaning of the word "love"?

She resented his heartlessness, but wasn't heartlessness also a form of affection?

Seeing me deep in thought with furrowed brows, Shang Shaozhang lowered his head and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

I looked up and said, "I'm not telling you."

Shang Shaozhang raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Why?"

I chuckled softly and said with a smile, "If you knew everything I was thinking, wouldn't that be incredibly boring?" I blinked and said, "The most fascinating thing in the world is what you most want to know but can't know for the time being." I turned around on my horse and said slowly, "Even if that thing is less valuable than a stone."

Shang Shaozhang wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and whispered in my ear, "Your heart is what I want to know most."

The horses are as swift as dragons, and the warm breeze is as refreshing as wine.

Shang Shaochang's voice lingered in my ears, and at this moment, it was even more intoxicating and captivating than the gentle breeze.