The blind concubine married the prince, don't stand in the way

Chapter 77 078: Emperor Qi

When he was in a trance, there was a zither sound in his ear, as if it was the piece he wanted her to play.

He snapped back to his senses and looked up.

It wasn't her who played it, but Qing Yuan who was beside her, but she also played it pretty well. The little girl who was usually as introverted as her master, unexpectedly had some skills.

Although he is not as superb as Fu Yue, he is not much worse than ordinary musicians.

At the end of the song, Qing Yuan withdrew his hands calmly, then stood up, helped Fu Yue to sit next to the kite.

Fu Yue sat there, touched the whole body of the zither with her hands, and then lightly stroked the strings to test the sound. Then, she put her hands flat on that row of strings, held her breath and remained motionless, as if recalling the time when Qing Yuan played the zither just now. The tune seems to be moving, the lips seem to be moving, and they seem to be reciting something silently. There is no sound, and the fingers covering the strings are moving rhythmically in sequence.

Seeing her posture, Chu Yin became somewhat interested, so he asked Chu Ming to take the sheet music and hold it in his hand to watch.

After about a cup of tea, Fu Yue finally straightened his sitting posture and began to play. His fingers nimbly plucked the strings, and the melodious tones came out one by one.

Chu Yin couldn't help being surprised as he listened.

It's exactly the same as the score!
Moreover, it was obviously played by Qing Yuan just now, but it was much better than what Qing Yuan played, and even had those feelings that Qing Yuan could not play.

This piece is called "Wangchun River", and it is a famous piece handed down from generation to generation. However, this score is different from what the world knows. All the scores known to the world have been modified, but this is the original score. The music score is the only one in the world. As far as he knows, it was written by a temperament master in the previous dynasty at a place called Wangchun River after he traveled all over the world to see the mountains and rivers. It once became a famous song handed down from generation to generation. Fighting for hegemony and separation, the world began to be in chaos. The flames of war raged for decades and never stopped. Many ancient books were destroyed in the flames of war. This music score was accidentally obtained by the ancestor King Chu when he was fighting everywhere. It has been treasured. His mother and concubine love music very much. So it's very precious. He asked for it several times and wanted to give it to her, but she really liked this song. She said that she really wanted the score before it was revised, so he copied it when the mother and concubine were not at home. A copy was given to her, and she was happy for a long time.

He just looked at Fu Yue like this, watching her play the piece with all her attention, her eyes slowly tightened, and the hand holding the score was subconsciously clenched, trembling faintly.

Soon, Fu Yue finished playing, and calmly stopped.

She let out a deep breath, faced Chu Yin's direction, and asked something, but Chu Yin didn't hear clearly.

However, when he heard her voice, he regained his senses a little, and asked with a frown, "What did the princess say?"

Fu Yue repeated the question just now with a smile: "Let me ask you if I play well or not?"

Chu Yin looked at her complicatedly, and said softly, "It sounds good!"

"Hey hey hey..."

Chu Yin stopped talking, and his eyes stayed on her, complicated and difficult to distinguish.

Chu Xin, who happened to be sitting by the side without making a sound, ran over, begging Fu Yue to teach her to play with a look of admiration, and the two of them were chatting away, Chu Yin's sudden silence did not cause embarrassment.

He sat there, drooping his eyes in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

Feng Yunshu stayed in Jingmingshan Hospital for ten days, and did not come back until Princess Yichuan almost recovered from her illness. He was not worried about Chu Xin at all.

As the Mid-Autumn Reunion Festival approaches, the palace begins to prepare for the Mid-Autumn Banquet. Although this time, all officials and family members of the court will not participate, but the emperor decreed that all royal family members and relatives of the imperial family must bring their families to the palace to participate in the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet. The palace is also among them, so it is inevitable that they will also enter the palace.

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On the second day after Fu Qinglin left Jicheng, he left the team of envoys and hurried back to Fudu with some secret guards. After driving for half a month, he finally arrived in Fudu two days before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

He didn't care about rest, went back to the Prince's Mansion, took a shower, changed his clothes, tidied up his dusty face, and went straight into the palace.

As soon as he entered the palace, he learned that Fu Zhongqi was in the royal ancestral hall, so he went directly to the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall of the Qi State Royal Family is behind the palace, a majestic and majestic palace, but different from other palaces, this palace is black as a whole, revealing a bit of solemnity and heaviness.

Fu Qinglin walked into the main hall, and saw a figure standing in front of all the memorial tablets, with a slender figure, wearing a gold-plated black dragon robe, which was very eye-catching, even if it was just a lonely back, it made people feel oppressed inexplicably, This person is his father, the current emperor of Qi State, Fu Zhongqi.

Fu Qinglin stepped forward, stood three steps away from Fu Zhongqi, then lifted up his robe and knelt down, Jishou: "I see my father!"

"Get up!" The voice was mellow, but a little weak.

Fu Qinglin got up slowly.

Fu Zhongqi's eyes still stayed on the tablets in front of him, his back was turned to Fu Qinglin, and his tone was a little casual: "Is everything going well?"

Fu Qinglin thought for a while, lowered his eyes and lowered his head slightly, and said, "If you go back to Emperor Father, it will be smooth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Zhongqi, who had his back turned to him, suddenly turned around slowly.

Fu Zhongqi and Fu Qinglin are not similar. It should be said that Fu Qinglin does not look like Fu Zhongqi, but Fu Zhongqi's outline and eyebrows are very similar to Fu Yue, but he is a man after all, not as delicate as Fu Yue, and he is over fifty years old. Although he looks younger than men of the same age, the baptism of the years and the perennial worries of being in a high position give him a bit of vicissitudes and majesty, but his spirit is particularly good, because he has practiced martial arts all the year round and likes to ride and shoot. Usually a man of this age is so big-bellied and heavy-backed, but he is slender and looks quite handsome.

In just a split second, his originally calm gaze fell on Fu Qinglin's body, and suddenly, like the light of a sword, there was a bit of sharpness.

"to be frank!"

Fu Qinglin was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes slightly, met Fu Zhongqi's tense complexion and menacing gaze, and knew it in his heart.

He didn't let anyone tell Fu Zhongqi about Fu Yue's being poisoned by cutting root grass and Biluo, but he thought Fu Zhongqi already knew about it.

It's just that the capitals of the two countries are far apart, even if someone sends a message and informs Fu Zhongqi, Fu Zhongqi probably doesn't know the specific situation, only the general idea.

He had no choice but to tell the matter in detail.

After listening to Fu Qinglin's explanation, Fu Zhongqi narrowed his sharp eyes slightly, an extreme chill flashed across his eyes, his face was cold, his murderous aura could not be concealed, and his hatred was strong.

He pursed his lips tightly and didn't speak, but the hands under the cuffs clenched into fists and rattled.

Seeing Fu Zhongqi's appearance, Fu Qinglin hurriedly said: "Father, don't worry. Fortunately, Zhen'er has a keen sense of smell and understands medical skills and escaped this catastrophe. Before returning, I have already warned Zhao Ding and made him pay for it. I should never dare to be unfavorable to Zhen'er again!"

Hearing this, Fu Zhongqi remembered something, and his tense face cracked a little. In his eyes, guilt replaced the murderous look just now, and he sighed deeply: "That child... I am sorry for her!"

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