Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 194 Yuexuan Meets Tang Yuehua Again

Tiandou City.

Today, with nothing to do and the sun shining brightly, I have some free time.

Yu Xiaolie held Ah Yin's hand with one hand and Shui Qing'er's waist with the other, and the three of them walked slowly down the street.

The shouts of street vendors rose and fell, and the air was filled with the aroma of various fruits and snacks.

Yu Xiaolie walked slowly, looking at Shui Qing'er's slightly protruding pregnant belly, and felt a sense of comfort.

"Walking around more is good for the fetus."

Seeing that Shui Qing'er looked a little tired, A Yin said softly, gently brushing her fingertips across Shui Qing'er's back to relieve the soreness in her waist.

Shui Qing'er smiled. She used to move around a lot, but as her belly grew bigger, it became more and more inconvenient for her to do anything.

She couldn't help but feel a bit distressed, but fortunately, Yu Xiaolie took great care of her, and Sister A Yin looked after her daily life, so she didn't feel that the days were too hard to bear.

As the group was walking, suddenly, a melodious zither tune drifted from afar, like a clear spring flowing or a gentle breeze rustling through a bamboo grove.

Yu Xiaolie stopped involuntarily, his brows furrowed, and his gaze followed the direction of the music.

He felt the melody was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he had heard it before.

"This melody..."

Ah Yin listened intently, her blue hair ruffling in the wind, and chuckled softly:

"It's rare to hear such a refined melody. Why don't we go and take a look?"

Shui Qing'er nodded in agreement: "Since we're just strolling around anyway, why not join in the fun?"

The three followed the sound of the zither, passing through several bustling streets and alleys, and finally stopped in front of an elegant three-story pavilion.

Yu Xiaolie looked closely and immediately understood.

Above the door of the pavilion in front of me hangs a sandalwood plaque with the words "Moon Pavilion" written in elegant strokes, exuding an air of otherworldly tranquility.

Two maids dressed in plain-colored long dresses stood at the entrance, their postures dignified. When they saw someone stop, they bowed slightly and smiled politely.

Yu Xiaolie smiled in response. According to the original plot, this Yuexuan must have been founded by Tang Yuehua.

Immediately, a look of realization flashed in his eyes, and the image of that beautiful figure appeared in his mind.

Tang Yuehua, it's been many years since I last saw her. I wonder how she is doing now.

Seeing him lost in thought, Ah Yin gently squeezed his palm and asked, "What are you daydreaming about? Shall we go inside and take a look?"

Yu Xiaolie snapped out of his daze, nodded, and smiled, "Okay."

Stepping into Yuexuan, you are greeted by a spacious hall with landscape paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls. The floor is covered with polished sandalwood flooring, and on the table are celadon vases with a few budding white plum blossoms.

In the center of the hall, several musicians were playing, their instruments harmonizing and their melodies melodious.

In the corner, several noble girls sat listening attentively, their postures elegant, clearly learning etiquette.

A waiter stepped forward, bowed slightly, and spoke softly:

"Are you three distinguished guests here to enroll in a course on aristocratic etiquette?"

Shui Qing'er blinked and asked curiously, "What do you teach here?"

The waiter smiled and replied, "Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, court etiquette, tea ceremony, and flower arrangement are all courses offered at Yuexuan. If you are interested, please come upstairs with me to inquire in detail."

Yu Xiaolie, however, did not listen. His gaze swept across the hall, as if searching for something.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on the stairwell on the second floor.

A slender figure with a graceful waist was seen slowly descending the stairs.

The woman wore a moon-white long dress with silver thread embroidery on the hem, which swayed gently with her steps.

She styled her hair in a high bun, adorned only with a single white magnolia hairpin, which accentuated her long, slender neck, making her appear like a swan.

Although her face wasn't stunningly beautiful, she possessed an indescribable refined elegance, especially her eyes, which were as clear as autumn water, yet held a hint of loneliness.

Who else could it be but Tang Yuehua?

Before Tang Yuehua had even finished walking downstairs, she suddenly stopped, and even the fan in her hand seemed to freeze in place.

She was receiving royalty on the second floor when she suddenly felt her heart skip a beat. She sensed something was wrong and was about to go downstairs when she noticed a familiar aura and couldn't help but turn her head to look.

Unexpectedly, he met someone he had been longing to see and hadn't seen in a long time—Yu Xiaolie!

She was very familiar with this temperament; after all, she was the one who taught it. Although there were some slight changes, its behavior still retained a familiar trace of hers.

Yu Xiaolie stared at her, and for a moment, both of them froze on the spot, their hearts feeling as if they had been squeezed tightly by something.

"Xiao Lie... is that you?"

Tang Yuehua's voice trembled with excitement, and she abandoned her usual composure. Her legs went weak, and she leaned on the railing for support. Standing to the side, A Yin glanced at Yu Xiaolie, then at Tang Yuehua. Seeing the affection in their eyes, she immediately understood. Her lips twitched slightly, and her eyes held a hint of jealousy.

She knew all too well the affection in Tang Yuehua's eyes; it was the same when Shui Qing'er and Yu Xiaolie met again.

Shui Qing'er looked somewhat bewildered and asked the waiter in a low voice, "Who is that...?"

The waiter replied respectfully, "That is our Yuexuan's owner, Miss Tang Yuehua."

Without a word, Tang Yuehua finally came to her senses, then quickly walked down the stairs and, to everyone's surprise, hugged Yu Xiaolie tightly.

Her arm, which was holding Yu Xiaolie, trembled slightly, as if she was afraid that if she let go, the person in front of her would disappear.

"Xiao Lie? Is that you...? I thought... I would never see you again in this lifetime."

Seeing this, Shui Qing'er was about to get jealous and throw a tantrum, but looking at Tang Yuehua's elegant and dignified appearance and listening to the deep affection in her words, she couldn't bring herself to feel any jealousy.

She pouted, looking at Yu Xiaolie with a resentful gaze, and muttered under her breath, "Just how many girls has this guy messed with..."

Ah Yin whispered in her ear, "Don't rush, let's observe."

Yu Xiaolie was held in Tang Yuehua's arms, feeling her trembling as she held him. He then looked at A Yin and Shui Qing'er, unsure of what to say, and could only gently pat her back.

After a long while, Tang Yuehua realized her rudeness and quickly let go of his hand, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She quickly composed herself, her gaze sweeping over Ah Yin and Shui Qing'er. Her eyes dimmed slightly when she saw Shui Qing'er's protruding belly, but she soon regained her composure.

“Who are these two…?”

Yu Xiaolie introduced frankly: "A Yin, Shui Qing'er, is my lover."

Although Tang Yuehua had already guessed something, she couldn't help but pause, and the glimmer in her eyes that had appeared when she met Yu Xiaolie again quietly disappeared.

But she still wore a polite smile: "So it's you two younger sisters, nice to meet you."

Ah Yin nodded slightly. Judging from Tang Yuehua's tone, she was actually calling them "sister"?
However, judging by her age, she is indeed a bit older than Shui Qing'er, but Ah Yin is a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

Shui Qing'er looked at Tang Yuehua curiously and couldn't help but ask, "How did you and Yu Xiaolie... meet?"

Tang Yuehua lowered her eyes and smiled, her voice soft: "That happened many years ago..."

Yu Xiaolie coughed lightly, trying to change the subject: "Yuehua, why don't we find a place to sit down and talk?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Yuehua nodded and gestured, "Please follow me."

She then led the three of them upstairs to an elegant tea room.

The tea room is by the window. Tang Yuehua sits at the tea table, skillfully boiling water, warming the cups, and brewing tea, each step of which is extremely elegant.

Shui Qing'er watched intently and couldn't help but exclaim, "You're so amazing! I don't know any of these!"

Tang Yuehua smiled slightly: "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Ah Yin rested her chin on her hand, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Yu Xiaolie and Tang Yuehua.

Feeling a little guilty under the gaze, Tang Yuehua said, "It's a rare opportunity to meet you all today, so let me play a piece for you."

After saying that, Tang Yuehua stood up and finally focused all her attention on Yu Xiaolie, her eyes seeming to hold a thousand words.

The next moment, Tang Yuehua had already walked to the guqin, her jade fingers caressing the instrument, and the music began to flow like a clear spring, or like fine rain tapping on a window.

The melody begins gently, as if telling of the joy of a long-awaited reunion, then gradually turns tender, as if asking, "Have you thought of me all these years?"

Yu Xiaolie listened quietly, his fingertips unconsciously tapping lightly on his knees, subtly matching the rhythm of the piano music.

He knew this piece of music very well.

Back then, when Tang Yuehua taught him to play the piano, he practiced countless times.

As the music reached its climax, the emotions intensified, and Tang Yuehua's fingertips danced across the strings, each note seeming to question his heart.

Yu Xiaolie became more and more engrossed in listening, and he already knew the meaning behind Tang Yuehua's rendition of this piece.

She was asking him in a unique way: "Do you still love me?"

Suddenly, to the surprise of Ah Yin and Shui Qing'er, Yu Xiaolie stood up and sat down next to Tang Yuehua.

Tang Yuehua was startled and hadn't reacted yet when Yu Xiaolie's fingers were already on the strings, playing a duet with her.

Their fingertips intertwined on the strings, and the originally melodious music suddenly became passionate, like boiling oil over a raging fire, or like a sudden storm.

Ah Yin and Shui Qing'er listened intently, as if they were seeing glimpses of their past together...

A-Yin unconsciously rested her chin on her hand. Although she was jealous, she had to admit that at this moment, they seemed like a match made in heaven.

Shui Qing'er muttered, "I didn't expect this guy to be so good at playing the zither..."

(End of this chapter)