Murong Jin didn't say much about this, but turned her face slightly and explained to Yun Qinghuan: "Miss Chun's piano skills have been guided by famous masters since she was a child. You are blessed today!"

After Murong Jin finished speaking, the melodious piano music sounded. Yun Qinghuan has never studied music theory seriously, so he cannot make a professional evaluation. I can only say that Yao Yuchun's piano music is indeed beautiful, but it is clearly a piece of music.

The music that was meant to add to the fun was supposed to be cheerful, but when she played it like this, it was clearly a bit sad. She must have sensed that this man had no feelings for her anymore.

In Yun Qinghuan's opinion, Yao Yuchun is not only beautiful, but also has a not perverse personality. She is also a typical ancient lady. As usual, all men should like her. Even if they don't like her, he can't bear to hurt her directly. But.

Why is Murong Jin unmoved at all? Could it be that he already has his heart set on belonging?

Thinking of this, Yun Qinghuan turned to look at Murong Jin, only to see that he was still drinking and eating as usual, and from time to time he would help her warmly, as if the sound of Yao Yuchun's piano was really just for fun, and was played by Yao Yuchun.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s played by someone else or not, it doesn’t matter at all.

Yun Qinghuan couldn't help but sigh for Yao Yuchun, she really felt sorry for her. This man looked as gentle as water on the surface, but in his heart he was probably three points colder than thousands of years of ice. How could she be a weak woman?

Can it be melted?

Thinking like this, she felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and she thought that she must have been drunk. This thought flashed through her mind, and she couldn't think about it carefully, so she lost consciousness. When she woke up again, it was already dark.

It was completely dark, and she was in a strange but extremely elegant thermal pavilion.

Seeing movement on the bed, the maid waiting outside the tent quickly opened the curtain and went in, "Miss Ninth, are you awake? I'll wait for you to get up!" After saying that, she waved to the outside of the tent, and four or five little girls came in, each of them looking like a girl.

Long and clean, with pretty features.

After helping Yun Qinghuan wash up, the maid-looking woman took some clothes and asked Yun Qinghuan to put them on. Yun Qinghuan glanced at them and said in confusion: "These clothes are not mine."

The eldest maid apologized and said with a smile: "Miss Ninth, you fell asleep in the Shangfeng Pavilion at noon, and your clothes were wrinkled. Your Majesty asked your slave to wash them, iron them and send them neatly before sending them over. So I'll give it to you, Miss Ninth, for now."

It was just a piece of clothing, so Yun Qinghuan naturally didn't mind, so she put on the clothes they had prepared.

"By the way, why did I suddenly fall asleep at noon?" Yun Qinghuan really couldn't understand why she fell asleep inexplicably while eating.

"I don't know this slave. When I came in, you were already asleep. I heard from the prince that maybe Qinglian was drunk and you had a few too many drinks. You must be drunk."

"Drunk?" Yun Qinghuan muttered softly, but she didn't think so in her heart. No matter how drunk Qinglian was, she only drank three or five glasses. With her drinking capacity, these three or five glasses would not count.

She wouldn't necessarily get drunk if it was pure alcohol. Besides, if she was really drunk, she would definitely have a splitting headache when she woke up. But now she didn't feel anything at all. She just felt that she had slept for too long and her head was a little groggy.

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Chapter completed!