抚琴之人<></span>身着白衣<></span>翩然若仙<></span>他轻轻低头<></span>但见皎洁如秋月的肤色<></span>而那一双乌黑眸子<></span>恰如山间清泉般<></span>静静流淌<></span>

脸颊轮廓清逸<></span>黑眸顾盼之中<></span>唯有灵韵非凡<></span>唯有流风回雪<></span>似能嗅到淡淡书香；然而这温文之后<></span>诗意气质之外<></span>却也隐隐有武者睥睨天下的气势<></span>

闲烹山茗听瓶声<></span>炉内识阴阳之理；漫履楸枰观局戏<></span>手中悟生杀之机<></span>他不动<></span>也不笑<></span>便是一曲得天地灵秀而写就的长歌<></span>

此刻<></span>长眉轻锁<></span>黑眸氤氲<></span>璇玑宫宫主易初寒似在叹息<></span>

而执棋子之人<></span>虽青衣一袭<></span>却是高贵耀眼<></span>俊朗非常<></span>身姿虽瘦削<></span>却如山峦岿然不动；神色虽平静<></span>却仿佛蕴含无尽力量<></span>只是波澜起伏之前的宁静<></span>

眉宇之间有挥之不去的哀愁<></span>深眸之中有难以忽略的禁锢<></span>却都化作唇边那一抹苍凉笑意<></span>

那是笑<></span>却也不是笑<></span>苍白的唇轻轻勾起<></span>那是泪<></span>