It's just that Ruan Cixi always feels a little strange, obviously Feng Qianmi wants to take her out to play, why has it become a state where she is relying on Feng Qianmi everywhere, and what decision depends on Feng Qianmi's meaning?

Isn't she the one who was dated? How do you feel like something is wrong?

Ruan Cixi was a little confused in his heart, but he couldn't think of a reason for a while.

"Well, it's up to you." Feng Qianmi happily held Ruan Cixi's hand, and had a kind of idea of breaking the jar in her heart, and she was not very willing to think about the future.

It wasn't him who took the initiative, he also wanted to control himself from approaching her.

But she took the initiative to come over, so why did he have to endure it so politely, and the future will be talked about later.

It's just to find a suitable husband for her, so that she can have a home for the rest of her life, this matter is ...... It's probably on the agenda.

Feng Qianmi played with Ruan Cixi's fingers again, lowering her eyes and not knowing what she was thinking.

Ruan Cixi, whose hand was treated as a toy, was furious and didn't dare to speak, held back the roar in his heart, and followed Feng Qianmi's side with a smile.

There are a lot of painting boats on Chunxin Lake, and Feng Qianmi asked Changxin to rent a painting boat and went to the place with the most beautiful scenery in the middle of the lake.

There are some seasonal fruits to eat in the painting boat, and some musical instruments are also put in case there are guests who want to listen to the music, and the service is very thoughtful.

Originally, there was a group of attendants who were rented with the painting boat on the painting boat, and Feng Qianmi only left two maids to serve Ruan Cixi in order to facilitate the service.

"Do you want to hear the piano?" Feng Qianmi saw a guqin among the musical instruments, which was a piano with better workmanship among the piles of musical instruments.

"Your Highness can play?" Ruan Cixi asked in surprise.

Feng Qianmi glanced at Ruan Cixi, snorted lightly, and said, "No, but Changxin will." ”

Ruan Cixi: "......"

It's really good not to follow the routine.

A long letter hidden in the depths: "......"

Actually, he didn't really want to talk about the piano.

"Changxin, don't pour tea, go quickly." Feng Qianmi was in a good mood, looked up at the long letter that was pouring tea for them, and motioned for him to go over to the piano platform.

“…… Yes, Your Highness. Changxin's expression was complicated, after three years, he still couldn't escape the fate of playing the piano after all.

Three years ago, Yin Rongyan and Feng Qianmi, the two masters, made a bet on a whim, and the loser would send a subordinate to the music shop to disguise himself as a woman for a month and not let acquaintances find out, and he needed to win the most popular musician award of the month.

Otherwise, the loser will have to perform his talent on the street.

The stakes are very big, but I can't bear Feng Qianmi and Yin Rongyan want to play, and it is one of the Mingcang and Changxin who suffers.

In the end, Feng Qianmiqi almost lost to Yin Rongyan, and Changxin, who almost committed suicide when he saw the women's clothes sent, collapsed and went to Lefang.

For the face of his master, and for the sake of their Xuanlang's prince not having to go to the street to perform, the long messenger did his best to practice the piano and became the most popular musician in the music workshop that month, keeping the image of his master.

That month was the black history of Nagashin, a time he never wanted to talk about again.

The name he called when he became a musician is also the name that Changxin never wants to hear for the second time in his life.

The sound of the piano sounded slowly, although it was said that he had not touched the piano for three years, but the hard practice of the past month was too impressive, and Changxin's control of the piano skills seemed to be engraved in his bones.

The strings stir, making a pleasant sound, the cold music is like spring water hitting a stone, euphemistic and resolute, gurgling, fascinating.

"Hey, isn't this the famous song of Miss Changyue back then?"