The Prime Minister's Wife

Chapter 160
His eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and seeing the unsatisfactory expressions on their lips, the smile on his lips grew stronger, and he stood up and said: "Your Majesty, Princess Ruxue has a finger injury, but the Sixth Prince's sword has not been fully danced, and everyone is still unsatisfied. If only the courtiers and concubines caress one more song, what does the emperor think?"

Fengyunyi, hear the familiar sound of the piano again, and see if you can still dance the sword calmly.

Suddenly hearing Boqing's voice, everyone was shocked, but the one who was most shocked was Mu Zhaoming, his eyes darkened involuntarily, and there was a trace of displeasure in his eyes, but he didn't make a sound to stop him, but secretly gave the little eunuch next to him a look , the little eunuch immediately left the hall, but no one noticed.

Bo Qing was waiting for Emperor Yuan's reply, when suddenly another familiar voice sounded: "Your Majesty, Mrs. Zuo Xiang's chess skills are even defeated by Master Mingjing. Now I am very curious whether Mrs. Zuo Xiang's piano skills are as good as that of Mrs. Her chess skills are so superb, and most importantly, I haven't had enough fun just now, if the sixth prince doesn't use up his sword skills, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Haha ...

Emperor Yuan laughed loudly, and said proudly: "According to what Xiao Aiqing said, if I don't let Yi'er finish the sword dance today, you will put the crime of insomnia on my head. Whatever, Yi'er Just dance again, remember to take it easy, don't let Mrs. Zuo Xiang hurt her hand, or my Lord Zuo Xiang will put the blame on me." As soon as these words came out, the whole room burst into laughter.

"Yes, Father."

Feng Yunyi's eyes swept across the thin feeling, in this world, except for the woman who withered and passed away like a flower, no one's piano music could enter his heart.

Although I don't understand what this woman wants to do, but she wants to humiliate herself, so he will fulfill her.

At this time, another eunuch and maid came in, one holding the qin and the other carrying a silver basin. The eunuch who had delivered the qin before immediately took the original guqin and retreated with the maid in front who was carrying the water.After the eunuch set up the piano, he took out a piece of brocade from his sleeve, spread it lightly on the stool, and stepped aside to stand up.

Seeing this scene, Boqing curled her lips, smiled slightly, and couldn't help but glance at Mu Zhaoming sideways. He was so careful, knowing that she would not use things that others had used. The corners of the latter's lips only slightly raised, and said lightly: " go."

Looking at the woman walking slowly to attend, Feng Yunyi felt a violent storm in his heart.

That look, that smile, that expression, that movement...

All of them are exactly the same as the deceased woman, even the way she walks is the same, coupled with that willful, casual, and ostentatious attire, there will be no second person in the world.

Why, why is she so similar to her... There is a feeling of suffocation in my heart.

Bo Qing passed by Feng Yunyi's side, the corners of her eyes couldn't help but raised slightly, and said softly: "I still hope that the sixth prince will do what you can in a while, and don't show mercy." Because she will never show mercy.

The cold and delicate fragrance of the other shore flower lightly penetrated into Feng Yunyi's breath, this feeling is so familiar... Feng Yunyi couldn't help but clenched the sword in his hand.

When she was ready, she flicked her skirt tenderly, sat on a stool covered with brocade silk, laid her slender jade fingers flat on the strings of the piano, took a deep breath, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and moved them with just the right strength Strings, before Feng Yunyi swung his sword, made the first sound.

Ding, sound...

In an instant, everything was silent, and she was the only one in the world.

Thin sentimental jade fingers lightly pluck the strings of the qin, the qin has no skill, no soul, and what is there is just the heart of the qin player.

Divide a wisp of soul to the qin with your heart, use the soul into the technique, just one sound can frighten the soul, let the people who listen to the qin move their hearts with the qin, and their shapes follow their hearts...

The sound of the zither under the jade finger is sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes as vast and boundless as the sea, sometimes like a waterfall of the Milky Way falling into the sky, sometimes like a mountain stream and flowing spring, all rustle, finely broken, ding ding Boom, twists and turns, circling and falling, flying down, whirling in the ear, aftertaste on the tip of the tongue, lingering in the heart...

Although the sound of the piano is exciting, it is well controlled. It can be heard, but it is not forgotten. The figure next to me has already forgotten both things and me, and the figure who swings the sword like flowing water, the heart, the eyes, the sound of the piano and the sword move, Almost impeccably matched.

Finally, in a period of flying down three thousand feet, in this kind of unhesitating, soul-stirring, and inspiring perseverance, the sound of the piano and the sword move suddenly stopped, everyone couldn't help but let out a deep breath, and their hearts were about to jump out of their chests , finally back to the original position...

After recovering, they found that their backs were soaked, and they felt their chests still beating fast, as if they had just experienced a life-and-death battle. After going through all kinds of obstacles, they finally won the victory. The excitement was indescribable.

The eyes fell on the person playing the piano, this is the person who really knows how to play the piano, and the sound is breathtaking.

Princess Ruxue followed the sixth prince's sword move, but the latter's sword move followed Mrs. Zuo Xiang's piano sound.

This means that the former piano sound does not enter the heart, while the latter piano sound enters the heart from the ear and transforms from the heart.It is clear at a glance which is higher and which is lower.

Princess Ruxue is sitting in the banquet, her face is calm and breezy, her hands are almost about to smash the silk handkerchief in her hand, and she can't wait to tear the girl sitting in front of the piano with a smile like the wind, why, why, it's so hard After going to that woman, there must be another fickleness.

Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the purse hanging on Bo Qing's waist, and couldn't help but smile in his eyes.

Feng Yunyi put away his sword, stood stiffly on the spot, his gaze fixed and complicated on Boqing, he didn't know whether he should be shocked, surprised, or scared, the expression on his face was extremely complicated at the moment.

Except for that face, no, except for the different size of those eyes, there is no difference between Boqing and her, like two different people with the same soul living in their bodies.

In the next moment, Feng Yunyi couldn't help being frightened by his own thoughts, she was already dead, right in front of him.

The scene of that day suddenly flashed across her mind. She looked up at the sky, her whole body was covered in blood, her wrists were dripping blood, and the corners of her mouth were also bleeding. Unwilling to die!
Thinking of this, Feng Yunyi couldn't help but shudder, the hairs on his body stood up...

Clap... There was a burst of applause.

With a happy smile on his face, Emperor Yuan proudly looked at Feng Yunyi and said, "Mrs. Zuo Xiang's piano sound is unrivaled in the world. King Yi is also worthy of being the invincible God of War in Fengqi Kingdom, but it is a pity that he will be far away from me soon. But , remember, no matter where you are, you are my son, King Yi of Fengqi Kingdom."

Feng Yunyi immediately knelt down on the ground, knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, and said awe-inspiringly: "My son, I will always be the son of my father. No matter where I am, my heart is always tied to my father. I will never forget my style." lineage."

(End of this chapter)