Someone brought up a piano with a strange shape.

The body is painted with gold lacquer and shines with dazzling brilliance, and a curved head like a peacock's thin neck sticks out from the boat-shaped dial, and if it is an elegant phoenix head, fourteen strings are coiled across it.

All eyes were drawn to it, and almost all of them had never seen it, let alone played it.

Feng Duhan ignored the prince's provocation, he met Ye Zhiwei's gaze, the stars twinkling in his eyes, as if waiting for her reply.

Looking at his eyes, she felt an inexplicable stability in her heart.

She knew that if she said no, he would break any obstacle in her way for herself.

She tilted her head to look at the strangely shaped piano in front of her, and smiled with crooked eyebrows.

She didn't know the piano, but coincidentally, Shi Niang's memory left a memory about the piano - Fengshou Gonghou.

At the beginning, Shi Niang was in the Red Mansion, and she was also a talented person, and she had met talented and beautiful people from all over the world, and naturally included visitors from afar, and this piano happened to be from a foreign land.

"It's funny." She smiled harmlessly, her eyes so clear that there was no shadow, "Can the concubine try this piano?" ”

Twilight looked at her, "As long as you like ......"

"The concubine body naturally likes it." Ye Zhiwei stood up happily and came to the piano.

The eyes of the crown prince and the third prince and others all fell on her.

"Isn't the princess having seen this before?" Yan Chengming couldn't help but be curious.

Ye Zhiwei shook her head, "I just think it's very interesting, can His Royal Highness the Crown Prince really let me try to play this piano?" ”

The prince smiled, "If you like it, this prince will give you this harp." ”

Ye Zhiwei smiled happily, "Then thank you His Royal Highness the Prince." "It's as if she really likes it.

When everyone saw her, they leaned down, half-hugged the piano in their arms, and sat on the ground.

However, her face was facing the direction of the wind and twilight, giving the prince and the others a back of the head.

But no one was going to bother with it, and they all wanted to see how this strange piano was played.

Yan Chengming looked at her silhouette, her slightly immature face was flushed, she sat on the ground, her clothes spread out behind her, like a peacock, the peach was dying, scorching.

Before, in his mind, she was just a tool that he could use.

When she lost her original use value, he should have abandoned her, but for some reason, now he suddenly found that his eyes would still follow her, and in his heart, a voice sounded faintly - he wanted her, he wanted her......

Ye Zhiwei sat calmly in front of the prince of Nanwang, without the shyness of a girl on her face, and her smile was confident and quiet.

Feng Duhan propped one arm on the table, supporting the corners of his forehead, and his expression was leisurely.

Ye Zhiwei's left and right hands are on both sides of the strings, and her fingers are brushing over the strings......

Everyone held their breath, and the strings emitted a dreamlike trill.

Ye Zhiwei tried to dial a few times, the finger technique suddenly changed, the finger shaking, the wheel finger kept changing, and the other hand used kneading and pressing techniques, the piano sound was graceful, like crying, but that song was unheard of by everyone.

Ye Zhiwei's lips opened lightly: "The cold stars and cold moon outside the window are separated by the fog, and the long night is against the residual candles." In the mirror, his face was full of face and his hair was not combed, and his brows were frowning. Since ancient times, amorous has always been ruthlessly mistaken, and lovesickness wears the stomach ......"

No one expected that the princess would sing such words in front of so many people.

The prince's face stiffened, he had tried this instrument with many people before, and even the most clever luthier in his house could not find a way to play it.

The strings could only make a strange and unpleasant sound in the hands of those people, but in her hands, they could flow such a soul-stirring vibrato.

"After a few years of cold and summer, this has been a strange road for many years. Sansheng Stone, Sansheng Road, and Sansheng Love Return to the Earth. But lovesickness, don't be negative, goodbye is the same......"

Ye Zhiwei half-hugged the phoenix head in her arms and sang alone.

The original leisurely look on Feng Duhan's face was gone, and he stared at her in front of him fixedly, as if in a dream.

"If the flowers are beautiful, everyone cares about them, and the floating life without you is just a waste. It seems that the years of water make people jealous, but there are countless ...... of you in the world."

He couldn't tell how he felt in his heart at the moment, his chest was like something full, alternating between pain and sweetness, almost making him breathless.

Except for him and her, no one can understand the deep meaning of the lyrics.

"I'm still reading in this life, a book from my previous life. Hold the heirloom in your hand, and where you are at the moment. Without you, without you, without seeing you, without seeing you, who will spit out...... Without you, who will I complain to ...... with my heart?"

But lovesickness, no negative, goodbye to the same.

The wine cup in Twilight's hand tilted over, and a thin line of wine flowed down the rim of the glass.

But he still didn't know it.

Ye Zhiwei's fingers kept flying on the strings, and every note contained her joy and sorrow, at this moment, she only played for the person in front of her.

Yan Chengming looked at her, unabashedly the scorching brilliance in his eyes, like a beast staring at his prey.

The prince pursed his lips, he never expected that she would be able to play this piano.

The sound of the piano and the song are long and ethereal, and finally like a faint light smoke, drifting away, people seem to only hear the sound of the gurgling stream, flowing farther and farther away......

At the end of the song, it wasn't until Ye Zhiwei stood up on the spot that everyone remembered to cheer.

The third prince even stood up with drunkenness, stroked his palms and laughed, "Wonderful, the princess's talent is a must." ”

Everyone echoed in unison, and many people's eyes on Ye Zhiwei were more amazing than before.

"Tsing Yi." Feng Duhan suddenly spoke, his tone was quiet, and the stars were hidden in the drooping phoenix eyes.

"Shizi." Tsing Yi stepped forward.

"Take this violin."

"Yes." Tsing Yi didn't say a word, waved his hand and let the guards behind him step forward and lift Feng Shou Gonghou up.

The prince's lips moved a few times, he had already said that he wanted to give this qin to Ye Zhiwei, how could he regret it now.

Ye Zhiwei smiled and returned to the table.

"Does the prince like the song just now?" She pretended to be shy, and her little daughter was full of appearance.

Under the table, Feng Duhan's big hand suddenly grabbed her hand, pinched it fiercely in the palm of her hand, and almost screamed out in pain, secretly wondering in her heart, what kind of nerve did this guy have, why did he suddenly have such a heavy hand.

Feng Duhan didn't seem to notice that she was frowning, and said quietly, "Very good, when you go back, you can play this piano every day and entertain your husband." ”

The prince squeezed the wine cup in his hand tightly.

This piano was given to him by the queen, and now it has become a pastime for the pleasures of the boudoir of the prince of the southern king, so how can he be at peace in his heart.

Ye Zhiwei's hand was pinched by him, and she sneered: "The concubine plays well, I don't know if the prince has a reward?" ”

As soon as these words came out, she saw Feng Dusk's sword eyebrows raised, and a dangerous brilliance instantly welled up in her eyes, "Do you want to reward?" There was a hint of forbearance in his voice.

If it weren't for everyone in front of him, he really wanted to "reward" her immediately...... It's just that the things she appreciates have far exceeded her imagination.

He repeatedly pinched her little hand, the soft touch rejuvenated his past memories, the heat from her body and the faint aroma rising and gathering in his body, coupled with the urge of the wine, made him want to stop......