Yan Feng was in disbelief, his gaze constantly wandering between "Winding Liang" and Murong Zhining. In the end, his delightful gaze fell on Murong Zhining's delicate little face: "Miss Murong is really insightful, if it weren't for you, I would really have buried a peerless piano!"

Pleasantly surprised, Yan Feng couldn't help but sit in front of the piano. He rolled down his sleeves and stroked the song himself. Murong Zhining smiled slightly and listened carefully: "This is "Flying Smoke in the Han Palace", there are not many people who can play it!" Yan Feng glanced at her with an appreciative gaze, and continued to pluck the strings, immersed in the soothing rhythm. For the first time, he felt that the little girl in front of him was actually not that annoying. He didn't realize that in fact, he didn't hate Murong Zhining for a long time.

When Yan Feng left, he was very reluctant to "go around the beam", and his heart was very entangled. Murong Zhi pondered his thoughts: "Please ask the emperor to bring back the "Winding Liang", such a good qin, it is a blessing for the slave to see it once. If you use it too much, the slave and maid are afraid that they will be blessed. The emperor would give the slave and maid an ordinary piano. Yan Feng was still immersed in surprise: "You are extremely close to the "Winding Beam", if it weren't for your eyesight, I am afraid that it would be buried in my barn like other ordinary pianos. You keep it and take a good look at what needs to be repaired. Murong Zhi condensed: "No!"

In the imperial study, Yan Feng was commenting under the lamp. However, his mind could not be concentrated, and he wandered for two hours.

Yan Feng thought of "winding the beam" for a while, and then thought of Murong Zhi's graceful posture when he was stroking the qin. His mind drifted back and forth, and he couldn't touch the ground. He even remembered Murong Zhining's eyes when she first looked at her, her eyes were extremely beautiful, not as bottomless black as Hua Yan's woman. On her chestnut brown pupils, there were bits of golden rays, like the starry sky, as if they could suck Yan Feng's soul into it. Yan Feng put down the fold in his hand, and his mood was very impetuous. He walked out into the courtyard, trying to let the cold wind blow away the distractions in his head.

In the night sky in the distance, there were two Kong Ming lanterns floating in the light and dim, and one of them was actually floating in the direction of Yan Feng. In the past, there were also concubines who Yan Feng couldn't be named, and they let go of Kong Ming Lantern with lovesick poems written on them, wanting to attract Yan Feng's attention, so Yan Feng didn't care, he was not interested in these things that children were interested in. The lamp was blown by the wind and fell lightly on the ground not far from Yan Feng, Yan Feng shook his head and smiled, curiously asking the eunuch to pick it up and show him. There were no lovesick poems written on the lamp, but a sycamore leaf was drawn, and a few rows of words were written next to it in juanxiu fly-headed small letters: "Little brother, where are you? How can I find you and return Biwu to you?" Yan Feng smiled and threw Kong Ming Lantern back to the ground, he had always been dismissive of the caution of the harem concubines and palace maids.

This night, Yan Feng accomplished nothing. Until bedtime, the distractions in his mind still can't be eliminated. He lay on the dragon couch for a long time without sleeping, and it was only in the middle of the night that Yan Feng fell asleep. In the dream, there was a graceful back caressing the qin, and the girl's soft posture attracted Yan Feng, who approached the girl and wanted to see her face clearly. The girl turned around slowly with shyness, and it turned out to be the late queen Ye Shuangying. Yan Feng rubbed his eyes, and when he looked closely, he looked very much like the imperial concubine. Yan Feng held the girl's hand and pulled her closer, only then did he see that it was Murong Zhining. Murong Zhining was wearing a phoenix crown on her head, wearing a neon dress that the queen only wore at the ceremony, and smiled at Yan Fengyan, a pair of shallow pear vortices loomed on her lips. At this time, a man suddenly appeared in front of them, he snatched Murong Zhining from Yan Feng's hand, and led her farther and farther, leaving Yan Feng alone and shouting hoarsely.

After going to the court and handling government affairs the next day, Yan Feng was anxious to see Murong Zhining. He was a little angry when he realized that he was a dignified emperor and needed to find an excuse to see a little girl. But angry to angry, he still couldn't help but want to see Murong Zhi's thoughts.

Yan Feng flipped out a few old piano scores on the bookshelf, so that he had an excuse to go to Murong Zhining, and he went to Qixiang Palace with joy. He was glad that he didn't take back the "Winding Beam" stingily, with the "Winding Beam", whenever he wanted to go to Murong Zhining, there was no need for an excuse, thinking of this, Yan Feng's face showed a rare smile. He considers himself a boring man, unsmiling, cold-blooded and ruthless. However, last night, after reflection, he re-acquainted himself, and he found that Murong Zhining could actually control his emotions, and getting along with her, Yan Feng felt more relaxed and happy than he had ever been.

Murong Zhining took Caisang and Chunxing to make a big gift to Yan Feng and welcomed Yan Feng into the courtyard. She personally made a cup of Biluochun for Yan Feng, which made Yan Feng feel very comfortable.

Murong Zhining was wearing the clothes of a palace maid, and the clothes on her body were changed for her by Caisang when she was sick, so she didn't know where she was thrown. Yan Feng asked someone to send a few sets of palace maid's clothes and put them on for her and Caisang temporarily. Murong Zhining wore a green jacket with a plain white Luo skirt, and her waist was tightly tied with a green silk belt, making her waist look thin and shaved shoulders. Her hair was casually tied with a green ribbon in a butterfly bun, and a wooden hairpin was obliquely hairpinned, such a simple outfit made Yan Feng unable to take his eyes off it.

Yan Feng was afraid that Murong Zhi would be restrained, so he said to her: "Miss Murong, you are not a palace maid, so you don't have to be formal in front of me in the future." He handed over a stack of old piano scores: "I have a few old piano scores here, please Murong girl help me take a look, what kind of tunes are they, is there any value in tidying up?" Yan Feng asked Murong Zhining to sit at the table and read the piano scores he brought, Cai Sang and Chun Xing retreated to the door and stood with their hands down, waiting to be sent at any time.

Murong Zhining looked at the sheet music intently, while Yan Feng's burning gaze was looking at her intently. Yan Feng saw a lock of hair hanging from her peach cheeks, and reached out to brush it off for her. Murong Zhining raised a pair of apricot eyes lightly, looked at Yan Feng, and instantly gained insight into his intentions. She smiled and tilted her head back, dodging Yan Feng's hand that wanted to brush her hair away, pretending to inadvertently brush her hair behind her ears. In an instant, Yan Feng blushed like a hairy boy who had just fallen in love, and he heard the sound of his own heartbeat.

Murong Zhining flipped out a broken sheet music without a name, and her eyebrows fluttered with excitement: "This is "Daming Palace Ci". The master once mentioned to me that the "Daming Palace Ci" currently circulating in the market is revised by later generations according to memory, and it is far from the real "Daming Palace Ci", the real "Daming Palace Ci" has long been lost, I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to see it. If the master can also see it, he must be very happy!" Yan Feng secretly admired Murong Zhining's knowledge, he had consulted several experienced piano masters about this sheet music, no one knew what kind of music it was, but Murong Zhining easily recognized it at a glance. Yan Feng was even a little jealous of Murong Zhining, she knew more than him as an emperor in some aspects!

Murong Zhi cleaned her hands and burned incense, and she played this different song "Daming Palace Ci" with her slender fingers. Yan Feng closed his eyes and listened, his thoughts floating far and near with the rhythm of "Daming Palace Ci".

Thinking of all the difficulties he had made to Murong Zhining in the past, Yan Feng's heart felt a little remorseful. He was afraid of leaving a shadow in Murong Zhining's heart, and asked tentatively: "I listened to the villain's slander and wronged you before, do you still hold a grudge against me?" Murong Zhining deliberately teased him, she pinched her throat and imitated Yan Feng's voice and demeanor: "The emperor is the Son of Heaven and has the right to decide anyone's fate, and there is no need for a reason." Yan Feng glared and pretended to be angry. Murong Zhi covered her mouth and smiled: "However, if a person is not a sage, who can do nothing?" The emperor also mistrusted the villain, and besides, he did not embarrass the slave and maid too much. The slave and maid also have to thank the emperor, otherwise the slave and maid will not be able to see the "winding beam", and they will not be able to appreciate the charm of the real "Daming Palace Ci"!" Yan Feng smiled bitterly, and thought: This little girl is really bold enough, she brushes the tiger's whiskers, and does not let the tiger get angry! He gradually has a new understanding of Murong Zhining, this little woman is not only Bingxue smart, but also very naughty.

Yan Feng wanted to say sorry to Murong Zhining, but he was an emperor, and his pride didn't allow him to bow his head to anyone!

In the Moon Immersion Palace, Cai Qin sat alone in the courtyard in a daze. The owner of the Moon Immersion Palace is Concubine Lu Chen, she is the daughter of Lu Sixue, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, named Lu Xiyu, who has been in the palace for two years, and has not even seen Yan Feng's face a few times.

Cai Qin sighed in annoyance, regretting why she was so curious in the first place, and wanted to stay to watch the excitement, which made her in a dilemma. Because Concubine Lu Chen was not favored by Yan Feng, few people came to the palace to walk around, and the news was very closed. Cai Qin still doesn't know what Murong Zhining's situation is like now, what crime was convicted by the emperor, and when she thought of her cousin Cai He's fate, Cai Qin longed for Murong Zhining to be executed by the emperor. Thinking that Murong Zhining was so arrogant, she had also become a broken flower and a willow, and she was pregnant, and she was about to be severely punished by the emperor, she felt very relieved in her heart. She was anxious to know the results, and she didn't know where to find out, so she was anxious.

Cai Qin saw that Concubine Lu Chen was left out in the cold, and when she learned that she couldn't see Yan Feng a few times a year, she didn't bother to please her, and sometimes she gave her master a look. Concubine Lu Chen is very gentle and easy-going, but she doesn't care about her. Cai Qin slipped out of the Immersion Moon Palace without the approval of Concubine Lu Chen, she felt that she was very courageous, even if Concubine Lu Chen had an opinion on her, she didn't dare to say anything, because she was directly sent by the emperor, and she could only be given face by others.

Cai Qin walked aimlessly in the palace, and she sighed in her heart that the palace was so big and the scenery was so beautiful. She walked far without meeting a single person, and she got lost. Although Cai Qin worked as a maid in Zhuang Cheng's family, and the Zhuang family is also a big family, compared with the emperor's family, it is not half a star. In fact, Zhuang Cheng has been an official for so many years, and he has made a lot of money, and it is not difficult for him to build a palace, but his silver is not visible, so no matter how much money he has, he does not dare to take it out and squander it. Cai Qin lamented the decline of the Zhuang Mansion, and she felt sad for Zhuang Cheng: she was greedy for so much white silver, and she was executed before she could enjoy it. And thinking of Mrs. Zhuang's usual arrogance to her, she felt very relieved and secretly gloated in her heart.

Cai Qin looked around curiously, and unconsciously walked to the door of Minghui Palace, she didn't know the thickness of the ground, and knocked on the copper ring on the palace door when she went up.

Qi Yunwan stared at a pair of mandarin ducks in the pond in the yard, sighing that she was alone. Hearing that the palace maid said that someone knocked on the door, she thought that Yan Feng had come to see her, so she quickly asked the palace maid to help her to the door and prepare to pick her up.

The little palace maid opened the heavy palace door, and what appeared in front of Qi Yunhuan was not the emperor at all, but a palace maid with a flurry head and a sharp brain, and she didn't even know how to kneel and salute when she saw Qi Yunhuan. Qi Yunhuan was in a very disappointed mood, so she poured her anger on Cai Qin: "Where did you come from, wild girl? Why don't you kneel when you see this palace? Who borrowed your courage?"