Chapter 9 (1/2)

Yan Feng can't believe it. His eyes are constantly wandering between ”detour beam” and Murong Zhining. At last, his happy eyes fell on Murong Zhining's delicate face: ”Murong girl is so knowledgeable. If it wasn't for you, I would have buried a wonderful piano!”

In addition to the surprise, Yanfeng could not help sitting in front of the piano. He smoothed his sleeves and stroked the song himself. Murong Zhining smiled and listened carefully: ”this is the flying smoke of the Han Palace. There are not many people who can play it!” Yan Feng glanced at her with appreciative eyes, and continued to play the strings, immersed in the soothing music. For the first time, he felt that the little girl in front of him was not so annoying. He didn't realize that he didn't hate Murong Zhining for a long time.

When Yan Feng left, he was reluctant to ”detour the beam”. His heart was tangled. Murong Zhining guessed his mind: ”please take the emperor back with you. It's a lucky thing for your servant to see such a good Qin once. It's used a lot. I'm afraid my maid will be lucky. The emperor will give his maidservant another ordinary piano. ” Yan Feng is still immersed in the surprise: ”you are very close to the ring beam. If you don't know the Pearl with your eyes, it might be buried in my warehouse like other ordinary Qin.”. You can leave it behind and take a good look for me. What needs to be repaired. ” Murong Zhining said respectfully: ”no!”

In the imperial study, Yan Feng holds the memorial under the lamp. However, his mind could not concentrate on the memorial. He was distracted for two hours.

Yanfeng thought of ”circling the beam” and Murong Zhining's graceful posture when playing the piano. His thoughts came and went, and he couldn't get to the ground. He even recalled the look in Murong Zhining's eyes when he looked at her at the beginning. Her eyes were very beautiful, not as dark as those of Huayan women. On her chestnut brown pupil, floating a little golden awn, like the starry sky, it seems that she can absorb the soul of Yanfeng.

Yanfeng put down the memorial in his hand, feeling very impetuous. He went to the courtyard to let the cold wind blow away all his thoughts.

In the night sky in the distance, there are two Kongming lights floating in the dark, and one of them is floating towards the direction of the flaming beacon. In the past, there were concubines who could not be called Yanfeng. Kong Mingdeng, who wrote Acacia poems, wanted to attract Yanfeng's attention. Therefore, Yanfeng didn't care. He was not interested in these things.

Kongming lamp was blown by the wind and fell gently on the ground not far from Yanfeng. Yanfeng shook his head and smiled, and curiously asked the eunuch to pick it up and show it to him. What very small characters are there on the lamp, but rather a picture of a phoenix tree, and a few lines in the elegant little script, ”brother brother, where are you?” How can I find you and return Biwu to you? ” Yan Feng smiles and throws Kong Mingdeng back to the ground. He has always been dismissive of the careful opportunities of the concubines and maids.

This night, Yanfeng did nothing. Until he went to bed, he couldn't get rid of the distractions in his mind. He lay on the dragon's couch for a long time without sleepiness. At night, Yan Feng fell into a deep sleep.

In Yanfeng's dream, there is a graceful figure stroking the piano. The girl's soft body attracts Yanfeng. Yan Feng approached the girl and wanted to see her face. The girl turns around slowly with shame. It turns out that she is the late queen Ye Shuangying. Yan Feng rubbed his eyes and looked at them carefully, but he was very much like the imperial concubine chiding Yun Ping. Yanfeng holds the girl's hand and draws her closer. Only then can she see clearly. It was Murong Zhining.

Murong Zhining in the dream wears a phoenix crown and a neon clothes that the empress only wears at the ceremony. She smiles at Yanfeng, and a pair of shallow pear vortexes appear on her lips. At this time, a man suddenly appeared in front of them. He grabbed Murong Zhining from Yanfeng's hand and led her farther and farther away. Yanfeng alone shouted.

The next day after the Dynasty and the government affairs, Yanfeng was eager to see Murong Zhining. What excuse did he think of to see her? He was a little angry with himself when he realized that he was a great emperor and needed to find an excuse to meet a little girl. But angry return angry, he still can't restrain the thought that wants to see Murong Zhining.

Yanfeng turns out some old Qin scores on the shelf, so he has an excuse to find Murong Zhining. He goes to Qixiang palace with joy. He is glad that he did not mean to take back the ”detour”, with the ”detour”, when he wants to go to Murong Zhining, there is no excuse. Thinking of this, Yan Feng's face showed a rare smile.

Yan Feng thinks he is a boring person. He is sincere and cold-blooded. But last night, after reflection, he realized himself again. He found that Murong Zhining could control his mood and get along with her, which made Yanfeng feel relaxed and happy.

Murong Zhining, together with mulberry picking and spring apricot, saluted Yanfeng and welcomed him into the courtyard. She personally made a cup of Biluochun for Yanfeng, which made Yanfeng feel more comfortable.

Murong Zhining put on the clothes of the palace maid. When she was sick, Caisang changed the clothes for her, so she didn't know where to throw them. Yan Feng sent several sets of clothes for her and Caisang.

Murong Zhining wore a green green jacket with a plain white skirt. She was tightly tied with a green silk belt around her waist, which made her look thin and shoulder cut. Her hair was tied up in a bow bun with a green ribbon at will, and a wooden hairpin was slanted. Such a simple dress made Yanfeng unable to move her eyes.