As soon as Feng Chengcheng's voice fell, he was reprimanded by Feng Guinian: "Allure, don't be rude!" His Royal Highness King Huai is the current Seventh Prince, how can you call him by his name? ”

In fact, Feng Chengcheng has always called King Huai like this in private, and Feng Guinian knows it. He just stopped the closure of the city, but he was just doing some superficial work, but Rong Sui is also a prince, and his identity is there, and he should be respected on the surface.

But more than these, he wanted to test whether His Royal Highness Huaiwang, who usually looked calm and breezy, was really so tranquil.

He bowed his hand to Rong Sui again, and said slightly apologetically: "It's the sister who offended, and I ask His Royal Highness King Huai to forgive me." ”

"It doesn't matter." Rong Sui walked to the front of the case, took his clothes and sat down, showing grace and elegance in his gestures, he still had an elegant smile on his face, raised his hand gently, and motioned for the two to sit down and talk, with an easy-going attitude, and vaguely revealing a little alienated politeness, "I don't know why Miss Feng invited this king here today?" ”

Feng Tingcheng's eyes turned on Rong Sui several times, and between her eyebrows and eyes were like spring flowers blooming in early March, so charming that she seemed to be able to pinch out the water, she said softly: "My second brother has a friend who accidentally found an ancient book of music scores in the market, and I can't understand the rhythm of it after thinking about it for a few days, you are quite proficient in this area, so I thought about asking the second brother to bring it for you to see." ”

"I have long heard that His Royal Highness King Huai is martial arts, especially in martial arts and music, I wonder if I am lucky enough to be able to listen to His Royal Highness King Huai's high opinion today?"

Although Feng Guinian's words are humble, his behavior is not like this. As he spoke, he took out a rolled silk silk from the brocade box on his side and placed it directly in front of Rong Sui. This is quite a tough trend, and it doesn't seem to leave room for Rong Sui to refuse.

But seeing that Rong Sui's expression was calm and comfortable, there was no fluctuation on his face for Feng Guinian's rude and arrogant behavior.

He glanced lightly at the somewhat yellowed silk silk, picked up the tea that Feng Qingcheng poured for him, and smiled indifferently, "General Feng is too famous, this king only knows a little bit about the skin, and he has nothing to do to pass the time on weekdays, so he can't talk about being proficient, let alone having any attainments." Instead of listening to the humble opinion of this king, it is better to ask the violinist of the wide sleeve hall to take a look, and maybe you can give a more professional opinion. ”

This may sound like self-humility, but in fact, there is no lack of shirk.

Feng Guinian suddenly felt a little unhappy in his heart, thinking that he was a dignified iron cavalry general, holding the power of the city protection army, and his father was the head of the hundred officials of the dynasty, Rong Sui was just a powerless prince, and he didn't even want to give him this face?

His face gradually sank, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his attitude changed suddenly, no longer as respectful as just now, "Why should His Royal Highness King Huai be arrogant, who doesn't know that His Royal Highness King Huai's mother's piano skills have reached the peak, and it was also a flourishing time——"

"Second brother!" Before Feng Guinian's words were finished, he was cut off by Feng Qicheng.

Feng Chengcheng has always paid special attention to Rong Sui's affairs, and he knows it very clearly, and he can even say it well. Whether it was before or now, she has inquired about them one by one and kept them firmly in her heart.

Rong Sui is the only prince born in the cold palace since the establishment of the Beiming Kingdom, and his mother died of illness in the cold palace less than three years after he was born. But how he survived in the harem where he was a three-year-old child, without a mother's concubine, and was rejected by his father, she didn't know. I only know that when he was seven years old, he was sent to Beiluo Shimen, and His Majesty decreed that he could not be recalled until five years ago, and he was not returned to the palace by His Majesty until five years ago, and was crowned King Huai. And the memory of his childhood in the palace is probably the most unbearable thing in his life, and he is the most reluctant to be mentioned by others.

Although Feng Guinian did not continue, he did not show any guilt or panic because of his abrupt or even offensive words, but instead swept his eyes keenly towards Rong Sui, as if he wanted to gain insight into his expression.

I saw Rong Sui's eyebrows stretched, Yongrong leisurely blew the foam in the mouthpiece, and took a sip of tea, in a leisurely manner, as if all the troubles in this world had nothing to do with him. He sat sideways in front of the blue waves and green smoke, and his picturesque face did not have a trace of sorrow, like a fairy in the painting, detached and unstained with dust.

Feng Qingcheng saw that his expression was calm and there was no slightest wave, and his originally uneasy heart finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then his expression changed, his face overflowed with a little anger, and he glared at Feng Guinian angrily and glanced at him.

Feng Guinian immediately laughed loudly, the unhappiness in his heart was swept away, he suddenly got up, and said to Rong Sui: "His Royal Highness King Huai is really a humble gentleman who is as gentle as jade, and he is quiet and far-reaching. Fang is the return of the year offended, and please forgive your highness for the sake of my martial arts who do not know how to measure, and forgive the disrespect of the return of the year. It's just that this volume of music score, if even His Royal Highness is difficult to solve, then looking at the entire Beiming, I am afraid that no one can solve it, and I can't help but feel a little sorry in my heart when I return to the year. ”

Rong Sui put down the teacup without hurrying, his expression was still calm, without any impetuousness, like a bright moon and a clear breeze, which made people feel clear, "General Feng's words are serious, please take a seat." ”

His smile is shallow, his eyes are calm, and the leisurely and indifferent attitude of his body that is beyond the world makes people unconsciously want to open their hearts and have a straightforward conversation with him.

"Since General Feng doesn't think that this king is a shallow learner, how can this king live up to General Feng's hospitality?"

With that, he picked up the silk silk that had been placed aside and spread it out gently.

With the presentation of the score on the silk silk, a trace of doubt seemed to pass through his calm eyes, and there was a rare fluctuation between his always sparse eyebrows.

Seeing that his expression seemed to be different, Feng Qingcheng hurriedly asked with concern: "But what did you see?" ”

Rong Sui shook his head hesitantly, his phoenix eyes stared at the silk silk for a moment, and fell into deep thought, his eyebrows seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and he seemed to be thoughtful.

After a while, I saw that his face was as light as a breeze, and suddenly showed a trace of consternation, and then asked the brothers and sisters of the Feng family, "Is there a qin?" ”

"Yes, I'll get it."

Although Feng Guinian is not good at piano music, he also saw the strangeness in Rong Sui's expression, and it seems that this music score is not simple. He hurried down the pavilion, clasped his hands together, and saw two soldiers trotting from the covered bridge.

With a wave of his hand, he commanded, "Go to the carriage and fetch the lady's harp." ”

"Yes, General."

After a while, Feng Guinian placed a fine Fu Xiqin on the desk in front of Rong Sui, and saw that he was staring sideways at the clear lake, looking ethereal, and couldn't help asking, "His Royal Highness King Huai, is this score really so difficult to solve?" ”

Rong Sui slowly retracted his gaze at this time, and a faint trace of worry appeared between his eyebrows, "This score is not only difficult to understand, but also quite weird. ”

"Weird?"

Feng Guinian and Feng Chengcheng said in unison.

Subsequently, Feng Chengcheng seemed to think of something, and muttered: "I have heard people say before that this kind of antiquity, there are many unclean things attached to it, is it not ......."

Speaking of this, she quickly glanced at the silk silk, moved her body back unconsciously, and looked at Rong Sui and Feng Guinian with a frightened expression, "Is there something unclean on this?!" ”