The wind was still howling, and the torrential rain continued to pour down.

Xu Yichan held an oil-paper umbrella, moved to the top of the pavilion, and saw Ye Qiange who had fainted, and a trace of nervousness finally appeared on her cold pretty face.

She threw down the paper umbrella, gently picked up Ye Qiange, and swept towards the Flying Frost Palace.

"Immediately declare the Imperial Doctor!"

Seeing this, Cui Yi immediately fell into the heavy rain.

Running all the way, to the Flying Frost Palace, Xu Yichan handed Ye Qiange to the palace maid and said, "Change the clothes for the prince." ”

"Whoa!"

Seeing that Ye Qiange was drenched, several palace maids immediately took off the clothes on Ye Qiange's body and changed into dry clothes.

"I've seen Your Majesty!"

Xu Yichan bowed slightly, waved her hand, and motioned for the imperial doctor to diagnose Ye Qiange.

Seeing Ye Qiange's sluggish appearance, the imperial doctor was startled, and immediately put down the medicine box and carefully diagnosed the pulse.

Halfway through, the Imperial Doctor stopped his movements.

"How?"

"Back to Your Majesty, the prince is fine." Taiyi said.

"Then why is he unconscious?"

"The prince is weak, and today he must have suffered from the wind and rain, so that the cold and evil entered the body, and the minister went down to prepare a few dressings, and after boiling it, he gave it to the prince, and he could be cured in less than three or five days."

Xu Yichan nodded, "Step aside." ”

I don't know how long it took, Ye Qiange woke up slowly, and found himself lying on the bed, his head was tilted, and he saw Xu Yichan reviewing the recital.

He frowned for no reason, and with a breath in his heart, he lifted the quilt and walked towards the outside of the hall step by step.

"Where are you going?" Xu Yichan's voice came.

"It's not about you!" Ye Qiange didn't reply, and said indifferently.

Xu Yichan's expression was stunned, and she quietly watched Ye Qiange's figure disappear from the hall.

Back in the next room, Ye Qiange let out a long breath, and then a feeling of powerlessness swept over the mountains and seas like a tide.

In the next second, his body went limp, he fell to the ground, and passed out.

At this time, a shadow came in from outside the door, slowly picked up Ye Qiange, and put him on the bed.

"Obviously very sick, but still strong and naïve."

She said quietly, but when she saw Ye Qiange's haggard appearance as white as paper, a trace of apology flashed in her heart.

"Bring me the potion."

Cui Yi brought the boiled medicine over, "Your Majesty, I'll come." ”

"No, you don't." Xu Yichan fed the medicine into Ye Qiange's mouth spoonful by spoonful, and sometimes stopped and gently wiped the medicine stains on the corner of Ye Qiange's mouth with a towel.

The action is rusty, but it is extraordinarily serious.

At this moment, Xu Yichan seems to have faded the halo and glory of the emperor, like an ordinary woman.

Cui Yi was shocked, he had never seen His Majesty take care of others so carefully.

She glanced at Ye Qiange and said in her heart, maybe Your Majesty is because of guilt.

"You wait carefully, don't let the prince catch a cold."

After feeding a small bowl of soup and medicine, Xu Yichan admonished and got up to leave.

The room was quiet, and Ye Qiange slowly opened it, a complicated light flashing in his eyes.

He was thrown on the top of the pavilion by Xu Yichan, suffered from wind and rain, and finally fainted from the cold, he was very resentful and angry.

He can tolerate Xu Yichan's petty temperament, but it doesn't mean that the other party can be unscrupulous, completely ignoring his own feelings and even his life!

But then he thought of Xu Yichan putting down his identity and feeding himself medicine, and the anger in his heart inexplicably decreased.

He let out a long sigh, and a wave of sleepiness hit him, and he immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Compared with the tranquility inside the palace, the outside of the palace is a different situation.

Heavy rain has reduced the number of pedestrians on the streets, but it can't stop an alarming piece of news from spreading quickly through the city.

"After "Mountains and Flowing Water", Ye Xiaowang worked hard to create three songs that have been passed down to the world!"

This news showed an explosive trend, and it spread rapidly in the major teahouses, and for a while, it was very noisy.

"Didn't you say that "Mountains and Flowing Water" was plagiarized by him?"

"Earlier this day, dozens of courtiers jointly impeached Ye Xiaowang for plagiarism and demanded that Ye Xiaowang be severely punished. The Queen Mother was very angry when she heard this, and quickly summoned Her Majesty and the little prince. A white-faced, beardless man was talking in a high-pitched voice.

"And then?" The others listened and hurriedly urged.

The man took a sip of tea and continued: "Ye Xiaowangye's character is stubborn, no one in Chang'an City knows, the Queen Mother naturally doesn't believe that "High Mountains and Flowing Water" is from the hand of the little prince, so she questioned the little prince, the little prince has always insisted on his opinion, but no one is willing to believe it, so he invited the palace maid to play the piano and played a song "Drunken Fishing Singing Night", after playing the song, but——"

"But what, tell me quickly, what kind of tea do you drink?" The audience was dissatisfied.

"I have a story, do you have wine?"

"Little Er, serve wine, serve good wine."

Xiao Er put on the pot of good jade spring brew, the man took a sip, and continued: "However, Murong Han Murong Gongzi is still skeptical, so Ye Xiaowang played two songs in a row, one is "Spring River Flower Moon Night", and the other is "Plum Blossom Three Alleys". ”

"Plus "Mountains and Flowing Water", wouldn't there be four songs?" The crowd was in an uproar, and there was the sound of gasping for air.

"I didn't expect Ye Xiaowangye's piano skills to be so good, the four first-in-class works are enough to last for centuries and crown the world!" Someone praised.

"No wonder Ye Xiaowang is cynical, geniuses always have some strange behaviors."

"The little prince is clumsy, if he doesn't fly, he has soared into the sky, we have a piano master in Daxu, and it is not impossible to even compare with a character like Le Sheng in the future!"

"God bless Da Xu."

Seeing this, the white-faced bearded man smiled slightly and quietly retreated.

After the incident, the clothes are gone, and the merit and fame are hidden.

A similar scene took place in large and small teahouses, restaurants, and even brothels in Qinglou.

Listening Pavilion.

Dieyi looked at a few piano scores stupidly, and the shock in her heart was undoubtedly overturned, and within two days, four famous songs appeared.

Moreover, all four of them were written by one person!

"Miss, are these piano songs really that good?" The maidservant on the side asked.

"Fairy music, a peerless masterpiece!" Dieyi put down the score and sighed: "I'm afraid I won't be able to make a piece of this kind in my life." ”

The maidservant girl was surprised and said: "Miss, don't be presumptuous, Sir has praised Miss for her talent." ”

"You don't understand." Dieyi shook her head, walked to the guqin, plucked her hands, the sound of the piano soared, and a melodious melody echoed around the beam.

If Ye Qiange is present, he will definitely hear this tune, which is "Drunken Fishing Singing Night".

Of course, there are also major families and courtiers who got the news.

Chen's house.

"No way, that waste has composed four famous songs, this is a ridiculous joke!" Chen Yu swallowed his saliva, and kept muttering in his mouth.

"Father, who is Ye Qiange, I know best, it is absolutely impossible for him to create famous songs."

"Huh, fake?" Chen Guzhong snorted coldly, "The piano scores are all here, can there be any fakes?" ”

Chen Yu was stunned for a moment, picked up the piano score and looked at it, his face couldn't help but turn pale, he sat on the chair dejectedly, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

When Ye Qiange woke up again, it was already the middle of the night.

The discomfort in his body had been reduced a lot, and it seemed that the decoction had worked, but he was still weak.

"I'm hungry."

He hadn't eaten all day, and after sleeping for so long, he was already hungry.

"You're awake."

"Why are you here?" Ye Qiange was stunned, and actually saw Xu Yichan at this time.

Xu Yichan didn't answer, but turned around and took out a night's porridge from the food box on the table.

"I'll do it myself." Ye Qiange said.

Xu Yichan glanced at him and handed the bowl to Ye Qian.

Ye Qiange was really hungry, a bowl of porridge, three times five divided by two, and drank a fine light.

"The doctor said that you should not eat too much." Xu Yichan said coldly, ignoring Ye Qiange's eyes for another bowl.

"You've been here all along?" Ye Qiange asked.

"Today's incident is my negligence, I'm sorry."