Revenge of Rebirth: Intrigue

Chapter 718 Lovesickness Fu
Mu Huaxian narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "Obviously the servant is asking the prince, why is it you who are asking the servant now?"

Nangong Moliu chuckled lightly: "I was discovered by you."

Mu Huaxian felt that Nangong Moliu was very interesting, and had a good impression of him, so she couldn't help but smiled and said, "My lord, why don't we make a deal, if you tell me your troubles, I'll tell you mine."

Nangong Moliu tilted his head slightly, pondered for a moment, and said with a smile: "It seems like a fair deal, but... this king is not interested in your troubles, so I don't want to make this deal."

Mu Huaxian raised her eyebrows, made a look of regret, shook her head and said: "It's such a pity, originally the servant was still thinking that the prince is so concerned about someone in the East Palace, and the servant, as a person in the East Palace, should be able to A little help, it seems that the prince doesn't need it at all..."

Nangong Moliu looked at her sideways, his eyes were as deep as he knew everything, and he smiled after a long while: "I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince has hidden a wonderful person in the East Palace. Now it seems that it is you, right?"

Mu Huaxian's heart tightened, but she still had a relaxed look on her face, and asked slowly, "Why would the lord think so?"

The corners of Nangong Moliu's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes looked into the small river, and he said leisurely: "There are countless servants in this palace, but they are all timid and fearful. Seeing the master, everyone is terrified. How can you be so calm? Besides , seeing that you are so smart, this king is not comparable to those servants."

When he said this, Mu Huaxian immediately understood, it seemed that what she just said was really accurate.She didn't know what Nangong Moliu was worried about, so she just casually said the most likely guess, which was considered a gamble.

Nangong Moliu was really worried about someone in the East Palace, and that person should have no status, otherwise he wouldn't have to wait outside the East Palace all the time.

After thinking for a while, Mu Huaxian said: "Since the lord has heard the rumors about the slaves, he should also know that His Royal Highness treats the slaves very well. If the lord really cares about someone in the East Palace, it is better to tell the slaves , the servant may be able to help you."

Nangong Moliu looked at her from the side, without saying a word, after a while, he suddenly lowered his head and pulled out the jade flute from his waist, and played it softly.

The melodious and desolate sound of the flute slowly flowed out from the jade flute. The sound of the flute carried a strong sense of longing, helplessness and remorse, which hit people's hearts directly, and made people recall the regretful things they had done.

As Mu Huaxian listened, the scene of Tang Yi being buried in the sea of ​​fire in his previous life emerged in his mind. The scene was so clear that every tile could be seen clearly, as if he had experienced it again.

When she came back to her senses, she realized that there was already a tear stain on her cheek.

Nangong Moliu's flute stopped, and he took out a silk handkerchief and handed it to Mu Huaxian.

Mu Huaxian thanked her, wiped away her tears, and forced a smile: "My lord's flute sound really lives up to its reputation, it can be called the pinnacle, no wonder everyone in the palace praised it."

Nangong Moliu tilted his head, put away the jade flute, his eyes fell deeply on Mu Huaxian's face, and said slowly: "This song is called Acacia Fu. It was written by a scholar more than 100 years ago to commemorate his deceased wife. It was written in front of her grave. At that time, the scholar left his seriously ill wife to go to Beijing to take the exam alone in order to seek fame. When he returned to his hometown from high school, he didn't know that his beloved had passed away. The helplessness and remorse that have been separated make people who understand the song can't help lamenting."

(End of this chapter)