The medical concubine is sturdy: the remnant king can't stand it

Chapter 166 Feng Qiuhuang

Everyone looked at the man in the wheelchair in shock.

Did they hear correctly?King You wants to play the piano for the princess?
Although they were shocked, how could they dare not to do what the prince ordered, and besides, they were also very curious about what it was like for Wang You to play the piano.

Soon, a servant came over with a piano in his arms and placed it in front of Chu Junyou.

Everyone looked at him expectantly.

The fingertips touch the strings lightly, and there are bursts of crisp and pleasant sounds.

Under the fingertips is Sima Xiangru's "The Phoenix Prisoner". No one thought that one day they would see Chu Junyou playing the piano.

The man stood in the sunlight, his purple eyes stared at Qin in front of him, but in his mind he was thinking about every detail of Xie Qianyi, from meeting and acquaintance to getting to know each other.

Unintentionally, a happy smile appeared on the corner of Chu Junyou's mouth.

People seem to be immersed in this piece of music, staring at the stalwart red figure, sitting in front of the piano, playing a piece of music earnestly, just like the people in the painting, so beautiful and unreal.

Close your eyes slowly, as if walking into that painting yourself.

The whole Yiyuan is quiet only the sound of the piano.

Xie Qianyi got up curiously, stood by the window, and peeped at the man playing the piano in the sunlight. She never dreamed that one day there would be such an excellent man playing the piano for her. It seems that her previous life really did not die in vain.

I don't know how long it took before a piece of music finally came to an end, and everyone started to praise him. It turns out that King You is indeed a man of many talents.

Chu Junxian, who was still waiting to see a good show, also became serious. He had never seen such a beautiful Chu Junyou when he grew up. He would play the piano for his princess in full view. What he dared to think about, but his brother did it, one can imagine how important this sister-in-law's position in the heart of the emperor is!

"What about the second level?" Chu Junyou was the first to recover and asked directly.

Today, all he was thinking about was marrying this woman home, and he didn't think about anything else.

Xie Sujin's thoughts were interrupted by him, and she said lightly: "Big sister is the second level, the prince wants to write a poem for her to express her love for her."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. This level should not be difficult. For a man as versatile as Chu Junyou, writing a poem must not be difficult for him.

Chu Junyou also breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately this didn't ask him to sing "The Phoenix Prisoner"!

"Serve with pen and ink." Chu Junyou said again, looking confident.

The servant picked up the piano and changed the pen and ink.

Chu Junyou pondered for a moment, as if thinking about the content of the song.

After a long time, I was finally willing to dip in the ink, and raised my pen to write on the paper.

Everyone looked at the piece of paper in front of Chu Junyou with expectant eyes, as if they were going to rush up to see what he wrote.

There are only a few lines of rigid characters on the paper, with a tough and powerful style of writing, faintly revealing the style of a king, cold and majestic.

This is the style of Chu Junyou's writing, which is full of his temperament, making people unforgettable.

Chu Junxian took the poem in his hand and read it aloud:

A few paintings of love, ink and beauty, and old buildings and moons in Hancheng.

The candles are red when the copywriting is cleared, and one person gets a white head in meditation.

A flower blooms and falls, and a fragrance of flowers will be born as a companion under the lamp in the afterlife.

One sand falls and one sand chases after another, and the love will last forever.

In line with the charm of this poem, the wind has no moon, the wind has no space, Chu Junxian recited it word by word, and his elegant voice was as refreshing as the words.

Everyone just felt a little dazed. What an honor it is to get a love poem from King You?
The maids lowered their heads shyly, it would be great if this poem was written for themselves...

(End of this chapter)