"Why is your piano sound full of desolation?" Lingxi lay on the couch on his side, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the qin slave in front of him, and said lightly.

"Isn't this more appropriate for winter?" Qin Nu smiled, and the sandalwood smoke rising from the room just blocked his face.

"Borrowing the scenery to be lyrical, are you homesick?" Lingxi reached out and stroked a strand of hair hanging from his ear, and looked at Qin Nu through the smoke of Yaoyao.

"Bell" Qin slave's hand on the strings, gently plucked twice, and laughed at himself: "A Qin slave, where is there a home? Where there is a master, it is a home!"

Lingxi yawned lazily, moved her hands and feet, but showed her perfect figure, Qinnu lowered her head, but stared at Tong Muqin, walked barefoot to Qinnu, suddenly squatted down, Lingxi showed a bright smile, and said: "I didn't plan to be your master, and I never treated you as a slave, if you really don't have a home, then this Zhaoyang Palace, is your home, where there is me, there is your home." ”

The sound of the close ruler, and the slight shoulders that the silk slid off and exposed, made Qinnu feel a palpitation, and after listening to the words, he did not understand why this bewitching and beautiful woman said this, her status was so noble, why she was so good to herself? The sleeves clenched his fists, hesitated, and still asked: "Why are you so good to me? Is it because of the sound of my piano? Or do you pity me?"

Lingxi smiled slightly, stretched out his fingers like shallots, put them on the strings, slid them left and right, only felt some pain in the stroke, then retracted his hand, and said softly: "It's not because of your sound that it's fake, after all, I'm such a rude person, and I envy people like you who can play a good piano, but pity is not, because I always believe that poor people must have something to hate." ”

"Poor people must have something to hate?" Qin Nu listened to Lingxi's words, and couldn't help but repeat it, and his heart stirred, if this is the case, then what is there to hate about himself? Just because of his identity? Because he is the eldest son, he has become cannon fodder? Has he become a stepping stone on the road to his father's success? His heart is turbulent, but his expression is still numb, he has already looked down on the past, and he does not care about the heir at all, but he has never been able to erase the resentment in his heart.

Probably feeling a little uncomfortable in the squatting position, Lingxi slowly stood up, walked to the side of the couch, and said, "So, I don't feel sorry for you, and for me, I treat you as a friend." ”

"Friend?" Qin Nu raised his head violently, looking at the smile on the corner of Lingxi's charming and bewitching mouth, those two words came out of Lingxi's mouth, although the tone seemed to be a little bantering, but it sounded so real, Qin Nu asked again: "Why?"

"This question is not easy to answer, a friend is a friend, it is pleasing to the eye, and when you get used to it, you are naturally a friend. Lingxi pursed his lips, tilted his head and thought for a while, as if he didn't know how to answer appropriately, his brows tightened and loosened, and said: "Let's put it this way, because we have a good look, so we can become friends." ”