Chapter 110 I don't know you

The issue of changes in his feelings is not important to Murong Shuo at the moment. Since Dong Xiao gave her away, it's good not to be disappointed. Since she asked about the song of the day, it was just the right time to test whether she could sing or not.

It's just that although Murong Shuo's idea is good, Xiaogong has already had a way to deal with it. She could sing, but now, she couldn't. Usually speaking, there is no problem, but when it comes to singing, there is always a lack of those few notes.

Because of this premise, Xiao Gong didn't have to bother making a show at all, so he nodded and hummed without thinking about it: "Okay, listen to it." Mmmmmm......mm Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh...... How's that? Remember?"

"You really can't sing!" Murong Shuo shook his head, his expression not easy or not easy. Even if he knew the answer he wanted to know, he was still confused. Even if this answer made him temporarily convinced that she would not be his destined wife, he still couldn't believe it easily. He wanted to believe it, but he just couldn't believe it too soon.

"You said I couldn't sing anymore, and you still made me hum. You deliberately wanted to see me laugh at it. I'll blow it to you. ”

Xiao Gong deliberately said a few words of disgust, and seeing that Murong Shuo had no objection, he picked up the flute, put it to his mouth, adjusted his breathing, his fingertips jumped, and the song of the day flowed out. When the two of them heard this familiar music, the situation suddenly appeared in front of them. Murong Shuo played the song under the shade of the canopy, while the small gong danced under the moon. Dance and music want to be peaceful, and their hearts are at peace.

At the end of the song, Murong Shuo was a little unsatisfied. Small gongs. It really didn't live up to such a good flute. She even memorized the day's song completely, the only difference was that she didn't keep looping at the end. In fact, he didn't need any more advice. In fact, he did not hesitate to praise: "You play very well, you don't need me to teach you anything." ”

"Really? But I always felt like something was missing. Xiao Gong looked at Murong Shuo excitedly, but then frowned and asked.

"It's not less, it's just that I repeated it a few more times that day. Murong Shuo replied. He really didn't hear what she was missing. This is the music of the Murong family, and the musicians outside don't know it, but he knows it best. It's impossible to be mistaken.

"It's not because of this, I can hear you repeating it. Only, apart from these. It really seems like something is missing. I'll blow it again, listen carefully!" said Xiao Gong excitedly. She really felt that something was missing, but she just couldn't remember. That's why I came here today to practice searching. When she met Murong Shuo, she asked him like this.

"Whatever you want. "Murong Shuo doesn't have any opinions. Listen to the flute in the rain. It's also not interesting.

"Good. Listen carefully. Seeing that he agreed, the little gong was busy and ready, and blew it again from beginning to end. This time, it was even better than just now, almost making Murong Shuo immersed in it, and his heart became calm, but after blowing the last note, Xiao Gong still looked like something was missing.

"There's really nothing missing. It's you who think too much. Murong Shuo couldn't bear to look at her like this. But let's be honest.

"But I really feel like I'm missing something. Xiao Gong saw that Murong Shuo didn't lie to her, and couldn't help but be even more depressed, and her head was also a little painful.

"That's up to you to find it yourself, I can't help you. Murong Shuo understood the feeling she was talking about, since this song was destined for her, and she thought that something was missing, she could only rely on herself to realize and find it, he really couldn't help it.

"That's all it takes...... Xiao Gong agreed in a depressed mood, and asked again, "What's the name of this song?"

"Guess what. Murong Shuo was in a good mood for some reason, and he actually sold Guan Zi and said.

"I guess, do you guess I guess?" As soon as Xiao Gong heard this, he remembered the joke he had made with him before, and he couldn't help but forget his troubles and joked.

"I guess you can't guess. Murong Shuo actually cooperated in answering. But the answer is not what Xiaogong taught him, "You guess, I guess, I don't guess, I don't guess, I don't guess".

"Hehe, I can't guess, don't sell it, tell me quickly. Xiao Gong admitted truthfully. There was something coquettish in her tone, and she didn't even notice it.

"I don't know you". ”

"'Don't know you'? Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you!"

"Where did you hear this?" Murong Shuo didn't want to hear Xiao Gong say this, so he grabbed her in surprise and asked.

Xiao Gong just thought of Gao Shi's poem in the Tang Dynasty because of these three words, so he improvised it, but he didn't want to attract Murong Shuo's question. Obviously, he had heard the poem, and the source of the title of the song should be this poem.

It's just that, looking at his appearance, there shouldn't be many people here who know this poem. Also, although it is somewhat similar to the ancient Han and Tang dynasties, it is just another world. It's probably not time to get right yet. The fact that he read this poem so rashly was probably already suspicious of him.

I can't tell the truth, Xiao Gong can only use the excuse he used before, and replied: "Of course it's Mr. Storyteller, I have traveled from south to north, and I have never heard anything." Do you know that's weird?"

"Where's the storyteller?" Murong Shuo asked unrelentingly.

"Uh...... I forgot. Xiao Gong was speechless for a while, so he had to play tricks. Where is the storyteller, of course, a middle school Chinese teacher.

"Forgot, who are you fooling?" Murong Shuo said with a smile, how could she have deceived him with such a little trick.

This sentence was left by the previous generation of priests of the Murong family, and it was only circulated among the heads of the Murong family, how did she know about it? This "Unknown King" was created for her by the priest's husband back then. The expression is to let her not be afraid of the road ahead, and he will always be by her side. So listening to the music will calm people's hearts.

Although the priests of the Murong family have an extremely respected status, they are low-key by nature, and they do not like the family's private affairs to be circulated in the outside world. The world only knows that the priest and his wife are very affectionate, like glue, but they will never know the hidden things between them. Even if it was the person closest to them, if it wasn't the destined person of the Murong family, even if they knew it, they couldn't say it. Where did the storyteller come from, he can have such a great ability!

Xiao Gong couldn't deceive Murong Shuo, but she couldn't tell the truth, so she had to break the can and send the guest away: "Since you know that I am lying to you, then you should also know that I don't want to say it." If you say it, you won't believe it, let alone understand it. I've got nothing to do with you, and I've already asked what you want to ask. This umbrella is borrowed from you, if you want to do something, go quickly, I will not keep you. ”

"What are you trying to hide from sending off guests in such a hurry? You have traveled from south to north, and I have traveled to many places like this, and I may not understand what you say. You ......"

"Hey, are you going to go, are you leaving, I'm leaving!" Before Murong Shuo finished speaking, Xiao Gong no longer gave him a chance to continue, dropped his words, left his umbrella and ran out. The heavy rain wet her clothes, and in the blink of an eye, she became a chicken in the soup and disappeared in front of Murong Shuo's eyes. (To be continued.) )