"Toru Gongzi is really a genius!" Shui Mo'er couldn't help but praise from the bottom of her heart while playing, "What kind of immortal wind and bone can compose such pure and unmixed music!" I can't help but want to meet this thorough son! ”

Feng Shu'an closed his eyes, shook his head with the rhythm of the qin, immersed in the sound of the qin, and heard Shui Mo'er's words, his beautiful eyes opened slightly: "If that Che Gongzi is a thief with rat eyes and a roe head rat, wouldn't my Mo'er be sad to death?" ”

Shui Mo'er heard Feng Shu'an comment on the handsome son in her mind, and glanced at her angrily: "The princess is the worst!" ”

"Okay, good, I'm the worst, your son is the best, right?" Feng Shu'an looked at Shui Mo'er ambiguously, and the people showed a big red face on the spot. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Princess, if you tease Mo'er again, Mo'er won't play the piano for you!"

"Okay, I won't tease you." Feng Shu'an laughed heartily a few times before commenting: "This song is clear and smart, giving people a sense of almost ethereal, but it suddenly slips down every time it is about to reach the climax, making people seem to be running between mountains and streams, and when they are about to find a paradise, they suddenly find that everything is just an illusion, looming, if they are leaving, giving people a sense of otherworldliness, but not ethereal." It seems that Mr. Che has been in a good mood recently, but there are some things that he is very sure of but have not been implemented for a long time, making his heart tickle like a kitten. Mo'er, you sent someone to send a letter to Toru Gongzi, saying that I wish him a wish as soon as possible, and look forward to the next time I send the score, which is full of chic and free pleasure. ”

"Princess, you haven't finished listening to the song yet!" Shui Mo'er's dexterous fingers plucked the strings as flexibly as a fish swimming in the water, signaling that Feng Shu'an's song was not over yet, so don't jump to conclusions too early.

Feng Shu'an just waved his hand and said with a smile: "I have known Mr. Che for more than one year, I only need to listen to a piece of his music to guess his state of mind, and he also knows my personality very well, and this tacit understanding is still there." The rest is for me to admire slowly. ”

"Princess, it's not fair! Obviously, my piano skills are among the best in the middle of the yuan, why can't I always guess the meaning of the child's song, but the princess, you can always read his meaning? Shui Mo'er muttered dissatisfiedly.

I still remember that a year and a half ago, Mr. Qi Yue, known as the "Piano Saint", chose the previous year's Piano Tasting Conference to be held in Linxiang Town. She went to play the piano at that time and was appreciated by Mr. Qi Yue, and was accepted as a disciple by Mr. Qiyue.

At the climax of the Piano Conference, Mr. Qi Yue played a wonderful tune, and the composer was the mysterious Tho Gongzi, who was in the private room at that time, and Feng Shu'an sent someone to send someone to give him an opinion on the tune at that time, which was the only one that was deeply in line with the Tho Gongzi's intentions, so after the Piano Tasting Conference, Che Gongzi sent someone to make friends, and Shui Mo'er naturally agreed for his master. Feng Shu'an was the first time that Prince Che sent someone to send the piano score, only to know that he was "sold" by Shui Mo'er, and at that time he was annoyed that Shui Mo'er casually made friends without her consent, but he didn't think that when he received the music score later, Feng Shu'an was more excited than Shui Mo'er.

In fact, Feng Shu'an didn't understand at that time, why he didn't know how to play the piano, but he was so sensitive to the sound of the piano, and later recovered himself, only to know that he could play the piano well before his hands were abolished, but unfortunately, the tendons of this hand had been broken, and no matter how high Meng Yaoling's medical skills were, she could no longer stroke the piano. Maybe Pinqin can more or less make up for the regret that she can't play anymore, these Shui Mo'er don't know, so she wonders.

"You don't understand that, do you?" Feng Shu'an deliberately played tricks on Guan Zi, "The person who caresses the qin pays attention to the state of mind, and the person who tastes the qin pays attention to listening, and there is a little taste of speculating on people's hearts." Forget it, you don't understand it if you talk too much, play your piano well. ”

"The princess will bully Mo'er." Shui Mo'er was very dissatisfied.

"Haha, as long as you can bully me here, who will you bully if you don't bully?" Feng Shu'an smiled, lay down lazily again, closed his eyes comfortably, and enjoyed the beautiful music.

"Then do you want to tell Toru Gongzi where we are staying?"

Feng Shu'an listened, opened his eyes, and a burst of unknown emotions surged in his eyes, as if he was suspicious and hesitant: "Tell him the address of Feng Zhai." ”

"Understood."

"Mo'er, have you always wanted to ask why we haven't been in the capital for a long time, but I have never mentioned the plan to meet with Mr. Che." Feng Shu'an supported his head with his hands and looked at Shui Mo'er, who was focused on the score and strings.

Shui Mo'er made a mistake and played a wrong note, but she quickly covered up the mistake, but Feng Shu'an did not ignore her mistake.

"Mo'er is indeed a little puzzled, since the princess has been friends with Prince Che for a long time, she has never allowed us to find out the details of Prince Che, and she knows that he lives in Yuandu...... Didn't the princess really want to see each other? Moreover, at the piano tasting conference that day, although he had never seen the demeanor of the son, judging from his respectful subordinates and the music he composed, his identity must not be simple. If he had the heart to investigate our affairs, now that he knew the identity of the princess, why did the princess continue to hide it? Mo'er doesn't know, since she is a confidant, shouldn't she be honest with each other? Shui Mo'er lowered her head and still played the tune intently, and when she talked to Feng Shu'an, it didn't affect her performance at all.

"If you want to see it, you don't necessarily have to see it." Feng Shu'an looked at Shui Mo'er pretending to be focused, and sighed silently, "Mo'er, I know that you have admiration for this Che Gongzi, but my words are not just to tease you, if that Che Gongzi is really not as good as you imagined, then you are extremely disappointed." Disillusionment is a cruel thing. If you don't see each other, you can still leave each other with an illusion. Putting aside this level, you just said it yourself, the identity of this Che Gongzi must not be simple. Our visit to Beijing this time is full of risks, and since the other party has a certain identity, it will definitely not be able to escape the whirlpool of power struggle. If he is on the opposite side of our camp, what will we do then? Even if he was a friend, once our friendship was mixed with the struggle for power, it was no longer as pure as it is now. Since you have to take such a risk, it is better not to see it, and you can still maintain the original intention of the original intersection. ”

Shui Mo'er plucked her hand, and the last note popped out when Feng Shu'an's last word fell, and at the end of the song, the other hand quickly calmed the vibrating strings, and the sound of talking and music in the huge side hall stopped abruptly. Everything was back to peace and quiet, as if you could hear the waves in the hearts of the two.

"Mo'er understood." Shui Mo'er picked up the piano in front of her seat and walked to Feng Shu'an's side, "It's just...... Princess, what if Toru Gongzi wants to find out our identity? ”

"He won't." Feng Shu'an's tone was full of affirmative trust, but her eyes stayed on the piano in Shui Mo'er's hand - it was a good piano given by Che Gongzi, but he must not have imagined that the person who understood his piano would never have the opportunity to touch the piano in this life. (To be continued.) )