Just when Mo Fang was puzzled, Feng Qianyan raised his hands and pressed them on the strings, his fingertips moved slightly, and the sound of the piano poured out.

Due to the light veil covering, the people outside followed the prestige of the piano, and could only see a small figure sitting behind the light veil in front of the window in the center of the second floor, with light hands and flowing water, with an elegant and noble posture.

The girls played some gentle and tender tunes before, and unlike them, Feng Qianyan stroked a melody of "Guangling San" this time. This time, Feng Qianyan didn't use his spiritual power, he just stroked the piano purely.

Mo Fang is indeed quite accomplished in music, even if he has never heard this "Guangling San", the situation expressed by the sound of the piano with the wind gradually feels wrong. Because of this "Guangling San", it tells a story of revenge from resentment to indignation, the hero kills the king in order to avenge the murder of his father, and finally commits suicide.

"Is it a coincidence that this eldest lady chose such a song, or does she mean something? Does she know something? Or does this King Chen know—" Mo Fang secretly beat a drum in his heart and quietly looked at Xiao Yuchen.

Who knows, it is facing Xiao Yuchen's deep sight. is as smart as Xiao Yuchen, and he also heard the deep meaning of this song. Mo Fang was excited, and his back was instantly covered with cold sweat.

This "Guangling San" was played for about a quarter of an hour, and Mo Fang was tormented and apprehensive when he heard the artistic conception in the middle of the song. When Feng Qianyan finished playing the last note, Mo Fang had already sweated the clothes on his back, and took out a brocade to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

After the song was finished, thunderous applause and continuous cheers rang out in the entire small building and the opera garden.

Feng Qianyan got up and walked back to Xiao Yuchen's side, looked at Mo Fang, and asked pretending to be surprised, "Huh, is City Lord Mo hot?"

"It's not hot, it's not hot. Mo Fang wiped his cold sweat and replied.

Feng Tianyan blinked his eyes wide, and wondered, "Then why do you sweat so much?"

Xiao Yuchen's face was cold, but he couldn't help but be secretly funny in his heart: This little girl is also black enough, she scared this Mo Fang for a long time, and deliberately pretended to be confused.

Listening to the sound of the eldest lady's piano, Mo was excited. ”

"It's just a story of killing the monarch and killing the lord, what is the city lord of Mo excited about!" Feng Qianyan said, his eyes turned to Xiao Yuchen, "Look at the prince of my family, he is calm and calm." This shows that my prince is open-minded and doesn't have those dirty thoughts, so he doesn't have any resonance with this kind of story!"

When Mo Fang heard this, his body shook involuntarily: This Miss Feng's words are really too ruthless......

Xiao Yuchen lowered his eyes and removed the little smile in his eyes.

Xiao Yuchen raised his eyes again, his eyes returned to a deep one, and he said, "This king has drunk wine, and his body is a little tired. ”

Feng Qian looked at Mo Fang: "Mo City Lord?"

"Oh! yes, yes!" Mo Fang hurriedly said, "Look at the old minister's memory! Miss, please move, the vault happens to be not far from here." Please, please. ”

"Brother Chen will go with Yan Yan, okay?" Since Xiao Yuchen let himself agree to Mo Fang's proposal, he must have also gotten there. So, Feng Qianyan pulled Xiao Yuchen's sleeve and begged with a little face.

Xiao Yuchen didn't respond, and looked at Mo Fang.

"Lord Wang, please. Mo Fang hurriedly bowed down and signaled, leading the way in front.