The person who stroked the qin had already been infected by the sound of the piano in the clear and remote air, and it was even more shocking to hear this poem suddenly. The artistic conception in the poem and the artistic conception contained in the sound of the piano are too appropriate, not to mention that Wang Wei's poem is originally a famous poem that has been passed down through the ages, and the talent revealed in it also makes the people who play the qin excitedly appreciated. For a while, he was stunned and did not speak.

"The young man is extraordinary, his piano skills are so superb, and he has such a talent, and he does a good job of poetry. With such a good poem, how can you not be accompanied by good wine, can you accompany the old man to drink a few glasses?"

The person who stroked the qin stepped forward and looked at Feng Qingyao with an appreciative expression and said.

"Naturally, the elders will not refuse, please. ”

"Hahaha, good, what a free and easy talent. The person who stroked the qin laughed, took Feng Qingyao to the side of the pavilion, and let the little guy pour wine on the side, and he and Feng Qingyao talked about the world there, talked about the past and the present, said Zen for a while, and said a lot of fun, and the original depressed mood also became a lot better.

Feng Qingyao has not met such a knowledgeable person when he came to this world, and he is extremely happy. Just as he was happy, he saw the second butler Wang Fusheng hurriedly coming from a distance, came to the person who was playing the qin, bowed to the ground and shouted, "Lord Wang." ”

As soon as the second housekeeper Wang Fusheng said this, King Jidong, who originally exuded a burst of elegance and lightness, suddenly rushed out of his body, a sense of nobility and nobility that Tianhuang nobles were born with. However, this aura of wealth did not have the slightest effect on Feng Qingyao, he still sat in place and drank, with the same indifferent expression on his face as just now, and he didn't even get up and salute, but nodded lightly to King Jidong.

"Wang ...... Rajah....... ”

The little guy who was originally pouring wine for Feng Qingyao and King Jidong on the side heard the words of the second manager, and a frightened spirit fell to the ground, trembling and unable to say a word, but he was afraid of being afraid, but there was a trace of excitement and excitement in his heart. The prince is not something that ordinary people can see, and he saw the prince only three days after he entered the mansion.

Suddenly, the little guy found that Feng Qingyao didn't kneel, but sat in place! I couldn't help but be surprised, and wanted to open my mouth to ask Feng Qingyao to kneel down quickly, so as not to offend the prince and lose his head.

But as soon as his mouth opened, he saw Feng Qingyao's still indifferent expression, and suddenly a wave of Feng Qingyao should be sitting there, and it was a great rebellion to let Feng Qingyao kneel. But in my heart, I knew that I should kneel down when I saw the prince, and I was extremely conflicted and uncomfortable.

The second housekeeper, Wang Fusheng, was a little dissatisfied when he saw Feng Qingyao and the prince of Jidong sitting together drinking, but now he saw that Feng Qingyao knew the identity of the prince and was still sitting there with the old god, as if he hadn't heard anything, and his dissatisfaction instantly turned into annoyance and was ready to scold.

However, before his mouth opened, Wang Fusheng remembered the domineering he felt from Feng Qingyao just now, and he was a little timid and didn't dare to open his mouth for a while.

King Jidong did not react to Feng Qingyao's behavior of not getting up and kneeling, originally King Jidong was very fond of Confucian classics, and often mixed with some Confucian students anonymously, otherwise there would be no elegant atmosphere on his body that could cover his noble atmosphere. In addition, the songs and poems that Feng Qingyao played just now are all the best choices, and the king of Jidong already admires Feng Qingyao very much. However, I still felt that Feng Qingyao was very interesting, and he didn't even get up to salute when he knew that he was the current prince. This is not something that ordinary scholars can do.

Seeing that King Jidong didn't say anything, Wang Fusheng was even more glad that he didn't speak just now.

"What's wrong?"

King Ji Dong asked lightly.

As soon as Wang Fusheng was about to speak, he heard someone not far behind him: "Ji Yanran has seen the prince." ”

"Oh, it turned out that Yanran was here. Why didn't you come to see me when you didn't accompany Qingning?"

For Ji Yanran, the best friend of his beloved daughter, King Jidong's attitude is not ordinarily good.

Ji Yanran glanced at Feng Qingyao a little strangely, I don't know how Feng Qingyao got together King Jidong, but now is naturally not the time to ask, and said to King Jidong: "Lord, my husband has superb medical skills, I want my husband to help the princess see a doctor and see if she can be cured." ”

"Are you Yanran's husband?" King Jidong asked as he looked at Feng Qingyao with some surprise.

Feng Qingyao smiled lightly and nodded.

King Jidong looked at Ji Yanran with a smile and said, "Yanran, you are lucky to be able to get this good son-in-law." ”

Hearing King Jidong praise Feng Qingyao, Ji Yanran was also smiling. Now Ji Yanran feels more and more that she is lucky to be able to marry Feng Qingyao as his wife. said with a happy face: "Thank you for the compliment." ”

"Lord Wang, even if an ordinary person is sick, he can't treat it casually, let alone the princess's golden body. Dong Shen's medical skills can be said to be the best in the world, and he has not been able to cure the princess's illness, but he has stopped the deterioration of his condition. The imperial doctors in the palace are helpless one by one, how can they let any random person come to treat the princess?"

As soon as Ji Yanran's words fell, Wang Fusheng said hurriedly on the side.

King Jidong ignored Wang Fusheng in front of him, turned his head to look at Feng Qingyao and asked, "Will you cure the disease?"

"Try it. ”

King Jidong said indifferently, and Feng Qingyao replied even more indifferently.

Feng Qingyao's indifferent attitude made Wang Fusheng a little anxious, and when he opened his mouth to dissuade him, he heard Feng Qingyao scold lightly: "Shut up." ”

Wang Fusheng didn't dare to speak anymore, although Feng Qingyao only scolded lightly, but his body still exuded an irresistible domineering, although it was not as good as what he felt for the first time, but Wang Fusheng didn't dare to say a word.

King Ji Dong smiled faintly and said, "Since that's the case, let's go and try it." ”

Feng Qingyao felt very good to King Jidong at the beginning, King Jidong felt that Feng Qingyao was an extremely talented person, plus he didn't salute himself, obviously he still had arrogance, so talented and arrogant people disdain to approach themselves to the level of advancement. In other words, Feng Qingyao is indeed very confident in his medical skills, and he came to treat Princess Qingning just because Princess Qingning was a friend of his wife.

The king of Jidong has spoken, and Wang Fusheng naturally has no room to speak. He followed the three with a sad face.

"Ah, Lord Wang, you are here. ”

As soon as he walked into the attic where the princess lived, a middle-aged man on the first floor who was reading a stack of papers hurriedly got up and saluted King Jidong and said.

"Little Divine Doctor, where is your master?" asked King Ji Dong lightly.