The tone of Fang Tianqi's words was neither rebellious nor submissive, and the seemingly ordinary answer changed in Fang Weizhong's ears.

Could it be that his son would turn against him? Joke! How can the son he has painstakingly cultivated over the years become the right-hand man of others?

"At the dinner that day, what kind of dumb riddle did Zheng Chengren play with you?"

Fang Weizhong absolutely believed that the words of the two of them that day were unusual, thinking that his son must have something to hide from him.

"There were some accidents on the road, and the prince almost died, but I rescued people."

Fang Tianqi didn't intend to hide it from his father, this was not something unsightly at all. On the contrary, he can use this matter to get closer to the prince, and it also saves a lot of effort and trouble, and his father will not blame him more.

"That's why everyone praises you?"

"Yes."

Fang Tianqi did not deny this fact, he also had to admit that because of this matter, he was recognized by everyone, no one questioned his ability behind his back, and he would not associate him too much with Fang Weizhong, he finally raised his eyebrows.

Fang Weizhong looked at Fang Tianqi, he noticed that his son had grown taller again, he was no longer a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, he had gradually grown up in all kinds of tempering, he no longer needed his own help, he was his only son, but his heart was not in the Fang family. There are some things that should not be said explicitly, he just hopes that his son will wake up one day.

"You also saw the secret fight between the prince and King Cheng in the court a few days ago, because my father doesn't want you to get too close to the prince, and King Cheng is the same. You must know that Your Majesty is watching the Fang family all the time, trying his best to find out the mistakes of the Fang family, and don't let the traitors succeed. ”

"The child knows that he is the eldest son of the Fang family, and the child knows what to do, please rest assured that his father."

Wei Zong has been obviously much more enthusiastic about the other family in the past few years, no one has ever dared to guess the emperor's heart, and it is very important to prevent trouble before it happens, and at this point, Tianqi is towards the Fang family.

"It's very gratifying that you can think so about your father, I believe that you will do very well for your father, the Fang family in the future will be yours, and you won't be able to toss for a few years for your father."

"My father is still heroic, and Tianqi can't compare with it."

"Alright, alright, you go and get busy, for the sake of the father you have to stay here a little longer."

"Yes."

Seeing that Fang Weizhong was leaving by himself, there was no need for Fang Tianqi to stay here, and turned around and walked out of the hand-copying verandah.

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In the past few days, Qingxi has been staying in the house, doing what her daughter's family should do. The draft in the palace is approaching, and as the eldest daughter of the Fang family, Fang Zhiling teaches Yanfang all day long to learn palace etiquette.

Seeing that it is about to enter summer, each courtyard in Fangfu is placed with ice basins to ward off the heat, but it looks a little cold in the morning and evening before the month.

In the Rong Pavilion, Fang Qingxi sat on the stone bench, and the smart hands on the guqin in front of him were playing beautiful tunes.

Deep affection, silky thread.

How much is sent from the sorrowful piano.

The wind is like thinking, and the rain is like thinking.

Only we know when the wind and rain hit.

There is a faint sadness in the sound of the piano, and there is a plausible alienation in it, which makes people feel a little more sad when they hear it.

Wanxin, who had finished cleaning from the inner room, looked at the green in the courtyard and listened to this sad tune. Miss Xindao is enchanted, and her heart can't extricate herself.

"I haven't seen her for a few days, Miss's piano skills are still the same, and He is very pleased."

The familiar voice came into Qingxi's ears, Qingxi smiled, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and he changed his mind. Like a rainbow after the rain, with hope, with joy, with longing and yearning for the future......

After a cheerful song was played, Qingxi raised his head to meet the person and laughed.

"Sir, do you think of my tune?"

Today, He Wuji wore a brocade robe embroidered with green bamboo, and the jasper crown on his hair caught Qingxi's eyes, and the jade crown was given by her.

"Miss is making fun of me."

He Wuji realized that Qing Xi was staring at him, and he had to avoid such a look.

Qing Xi obviously noticed He Wuji's alienation, and she pressed her upper teeth against her lower lip for a long time before she spoke.

"Sir, you're here for class?"

"Yes, I just went to Cuiwei Ju to find the eldest lady, and I was thinking of finishing the last song......"

"The eldest sister went to Jiaoyanfang."

Qing Xi didn't let He Wou-Ki finish her words, she thought that He Wou-Ki hadn't seen her for a long time, and would be closer to her more or less, but she didn't expect him to be so estranged.

Perhaps, he has long understood the relationship between them, and keeping a distance is what he wants. Since this is the case, she should also be somewhat self-aware.

"Yes, the day of the draft is approaching, and it's good for the eldest lady to prepare in advance."

"The eldest sister is better than me, so I don't think it will be bad."

Qingxi's words were far-fetched, and Wanxin on the side of her mind saw it in her eyes.

Seeing that the conversation was about to freeze here, Wanxin, as a loyal servant, naturally wanted to relieve Qingxi. She has always seen what Miss thinks about He Wuji, and although she can't do it on her own, she always has to try.

"Sir, I haven't been to Rong Pavilion for a long time, so let's eat here for lunch today. Miss, girl, I'm going to prepare. ”

Receiving Wanxin's kind invitation, He Wuji did not answer, he waited for her reply.

"Miss, the slave and maid are retired."

It was too late for Qingxi to think too much, and Wanxin happily walked out of the pavilion. She didn't want Qingxi to have a chance to regret it.

Looking at Wanxin's leaving, Qingxi sighed in her heart. At this moment, the noon meal is settled. She didn't mind that he had a meal here, and Rong Ge didn't miss him a meal alone, she just didn't want to have too much private contact with him, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to control her heart, which was why they were estranged from each other. She and him only need one opportunity to be together openly, but that opportunity may not appear in the rest of her life, because she is the daughter of the Fang family.

After Wanxin left, the two of them sat and stood together, one silent, one silent, and after a long pause, He Wuji finally spoke:

"How are you doing?"

He Wuji's tone was much softer than before, and for a while Qingxi couldn't come to her senses, and when she settled down, she said slowly:

"Don't you know about me?"

"I know."

It is precisely because I know that I choose to let go.

"Daddy gave me that one-of-a-kind book."

"The eldest lady didn't lose her temper with the national teacher?"

"It's a mess, but this time Daddy is on my side."

Qing Xi's words were light, but He Wuji fell into deep thought.

Why did Fang Weizhong do this? Is it true that you really want to use Qingxi as a bargaining chip?

"Xi'er, you can go back to this lonely book."

He Wuji's "Xi'er" shouted into Qingxi's heart, and Qingxi's face was stunned, and it disappeared in just a moment. Thinking in her heart, He Wuji saw a longer term than her, but she was really reluctant.

"Sir is not me, of course I will."

Qingxi's words were obviously unconvinced, and his small mouth was slightly pursed, with a look of reluctance.

He Wou-Ki saw all these in his eyes, and the woman in front of him would always give him a different feeling. Sometimes strong, sometimes weak, sometimes aggrieved, sometimes witty, he wants to know which one is the real her? Or maybe that's what makes her special, and that's why he admires her.

"It's just a lone book, if you like me, I'll give you one."

A while ago, He Wuji got a set of solitary books outside, and he was thinking about what to give to Qingxi. It just so happens that today is an opportunity, as long as Qingxi wants it, he will definitely give it to her.

"Mr.'s words are light, and the solitary book of music scores is rare in the country of Yiyu, and Mr. is afraid that he is joking with him."

Qing Xi didn't think that He Wuji could come up with anything, although he was known as the first son of the Yi Eagle Country, but it was impossible to have everything.

"I'm serious, if the second lady doesn't want me to take it, the shopkeeper of the antique shop in Yanhefang has asked me more than once, and I think that the lone book from Chen Guotao will definitely be worth a lot of money."

As he spoke, He Wuji took out a yellowed ancient book under Qingxi's gaze and put it next to the guqin.

"W-that's true?"

Qingxi picked up the lone book on the stone table and flipped through a few pages. The yellowed pages and half-ancient handwriting reminded her that this was a rare and unique book, and the thought of it made her eyes clearer and clearer.

"That's natural, this is written by Empress Miaoyin of the previous dynasty, and later transferred to Chen Guo. A few days ago, I was invited by an old friend to Chen Guo as a guest, and his family happened to have this lonely book, so I asked him to come. ”

"Sir, you gave me this lonely book?"

Qingxi's eyes sparkled as he looked at He Wuji, holding the lone book tightly in his hand, for fear that He Wuji would snatch it.

He Wuji looked at Qingxi like this, thinking in his heart that only at this time could Qingxi be himself again, not bound by foreign affairs and foreign things, and only in this way was he appreciated.

"If I don't give you this lonely book, will you rely on it?"

"No, it won't."

Qing Xi bluntly rejected He Wou-Ki, and she was sure that He Wou-Ki would give it to her. She didn't realize that only in front of this person could she tell her true thoughts without the slightest concealment.

"That lone book is already in your hands, you can't be too greedy."

"I'll take a trip to Cuiweiju one day, and just return it to the eldest sister by the way."

Compared with the score written by Queen Miaoyin herself, what is the use of an old score with no provenance?

"I knew that the second lady of the Fang family was a person who knew the general situation."

"It's thanks to sir, isn't it?"

While the two were enjoying playing dumb riddles, Wanxin's return brought them to an end to the good time, and everything returned to its previous peace.

Wan Xin hurried back after giving instructions in the kitchen of the inner courtyard, she originally thought that her young lady should not have a conflict with Mr. He, but she didn't expect that when she entered the Rong Pavilion, she saw such a scene.

The two of them stood in the courtyard, with smiles in their eyes, as if they were looking at each other and as if they were passing something.

Wan Xin stared at the two people in the courtyard with wide eyes, and hurriedly avoided it for only a moment.

It's such a rude thing to be yourself.

"Miss, I've got everything in the kitchen."

Putting aside those useless embarrassments, Wanxin said to Qingxi as usual.

"Got it."

After arranging lunch, Qing Xi turned his head to look at He Wuji and said with a smile:

"Sir, I haven't seen you for many days, why don't we play a game?"

"Okay, I also want to see how Miss Er's chess skills are recently."

After getting He Wuji's reply, Fang Qingxi smiled slightly, she knew that he would definitely agree.

Turning around, Qingxi looked at Wanxin and commanded:

"Wanxin, put away the piano and sheet music on the stone table, and remember not to damage it."

"Got it."

Wan Xin glanced at the stone table and found that there was a yellowed ancient book on it, thinking that this eighty percent was given to Miss by Mr. He, and as a maid, she was obliged to keep it.

Fang Qingxi and He Wuji walked into the inner and outer rooms with a smile, leaving only Wanxin alone in the courtyard. Wanxin didn't dare to delay, put away the guqin and the sheet music, and walked to the inner room.

The breeze was blowing, leaving only a full courtyard view, and a few fallen leaves on the ground and a yellowed page were particularly eye-catching.

Sound originates from heaven and earth, and all things are natural.

Music, connected by music and played with silk and bamboo.

Take music as pleasure and appreciate it.

Take the sound as the go, attack it.

This is the reason for the wonderful sound.

★★★★★

After a torrential rain, the breeze blows. Showers in early summer have such benefits, and the wind after the rain is not as cool as in winter, which may be due to the season. The willow tree on the side of the street swayed its graceful posture in the breeze, like a fairy swaying her dress. There were still raindrops on the eaves, presumably because of the heavy rain and the water on the roof. The sky is still heavy, and no one knows when the next shower will come.

There are also unusually few guests in the Fuyuan Restaurant due to the coming of the shower, and in the private room on the third floor, a man is drinking by himself.

Wine flows slowly from the spout of the jug into the engraved glass, and the gemstone ring on the hand holding the jug glistens in the dimly lit private room. This person is none other than King Cheng Wu Zhen, who has just returned from the next dynasty.

"How's it going?"

"It's almost done, it's just ......"

"Just what?"

Wu Zhen's hand poured the wine violently, and then returned to nature, all of which Qin Xiao saw in his eyes.

"It's just that ...... from the head"

"It's good to find something from the beginning, there are many merchants from other countries who come to the capital to do business, and they don't care about one or two more shops."

Qin Xiao couldn't understand the meaning of Wu Zhen's words, using the identity of a businessman from another country to hide people's eyes and ears, not only to achieve the goal but also to make people imperceptible, this trick is indeed wonderful enough.

"Yes, my subordinates understand."

"This matter is more hidden, the workshop is set up farther away, and as for the cost, don't worry too much."

Qin Xiao knew what his prince wanted, and the process was not important in the eyes of the prince, what mattered was the result.

Since ancient times, which emperor has not had hundreds of lives on his hands before he ascended the throne, and what is the point of wiping his father and killing the king?