The prince is sick: the doctor waits for the prince

Chapter 66
The private room in Xuewu Pavilion was also very delicately furnished. Cheng Zijiang sat on the grand master's chair, tapped the arm of the chair lightly with his fingers, and leisurely looked at the objects here.

Through the hollowed-out wooden window, he saw a puff of smoke disperse and linger on the stage, and when it gradually faded away, he saw the figure of Shuxiang sitting in the back.

Shu Xiang quietly knelt on the side, fingers lightly across the strings.The melody is long and touching, and she has really changed a lot.

It looks more peaceful and beautiful, but it also looks a little haggard.

But at this moment, the eldest son Zhao Zheng spoke slowly, his tone full of meaning: "Perhaps the crown prince knows that the melody level of the Tang Kingdom is elegant, but he doesn't know that the Xuewu Pavilion of the Zhao Kingdom is even more exquisite in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

In fact, he admired the prince very much, and of course he was involved in it.

After all, Zhao State is relatively weak in all aspects, and if it really fights with other countries, it may be a disparity in strength.

He looked at Cheng Zijiang inadvertently, but the other side kept looking at one place.

"Thanks to Shizi Zhao's recommendation." Cheng Zijiang picked up a cup of tea sideways.

No see in one day, like every three autumns.

Not to mention so many months, so many days.He missed her very much, but he didn't expect that she had changed so much.

The eldest son Zhao Zheng hurriedly said modestly: "It depends on the prince's liking."

Cheng Zijiang also studied temperament before, and felt that this piece of music sounded familiar for no reason.

Can't help asking: "Is this song Linjiang Immortal?"

Zhao Zheng showed praise, and said with a smile: "Yes."

Looking at the stage, Zhao Shuyue is leading the main melody, while Zhao Shuxiang, Jin Le and other women are on the side to add icing on the cake and serve as backup dancers.

Zhao Shuxue appeared on the stage in a tube top dance dress, and danced down on white silk and satin.

The prince felt very amazed at the side, and quickly praised him a few times.

And Cheng Zijiang, who kept his eyes on Zhao Shuxiang, had no time to take care of Zhao Shuxue's amazing performance.

Zhao Zheng turned around belatedly and saw that Cheng Zijiang's eyes were still fixed somewhere, and couldn't help asking: "The prince has taken a fancy to a certain beautiful woman?"

Cheng Zijiang smiled and said nothing.

Zhao Zheng then continued: "Nine out of ten of these women participated in the selection of concubines. Music, chess, calligraphy, and painting all have their own merits. At that time, all the prince's favorites can be taken as concubines."

So, wouldn't it be easier to get the fragrance of books?

Cheng Zijiang sipped his saliva, raised the corners of his lips and smiled, as if doubting: "Concubine's room?"

Zhao Zheng was stunned when he heard the words, and after recovering, he hurriedly asked: "Excuse me for my ignorance, what does the prince mean?"

Cheng Zijiang: "Crown Princess."

Zhao Zheng gasped, "Which beauty is so blessed?"

"Zhao Shuxiang." Cheng Zijiang put down his teacup, watching Shuxiang's soft movements gradually turning into a puddle of water.

Zhao Zheng's eyes widened in shock, but he could only ask with a smile, "How does the prince know that Zhao Shuxiang is also in there? Could it be that he recognizes it?"

Although Zhao Zheng had a good impression of him, he had to admit that he couldn't compete with the crown prince.

But if it depends on her appearance, then forget it, how could the prince know her name?

Cheng Zijiang glanced at Zhao Zheng, and replied flatly, "It's more than just recognition."

Zhao Zheng didn't speak, but just looked at Zhao Shuxiang with a look of determination.

Zhao Zheng thought, he must try his best to win this person.

Although the crown prince is high and powerful, he can give up everything, but this person cannot.

Zhao Zhenggang was thinking this way, but suddenly heard the sound of the strings snapping.

Looking up, everyone on the stage stopped and looked at Zhao Shuxiang.

(End of this chapter)