Fangting is quiet and rainy.

Song Yuchuo slowly woke up on the beauty's couch. When his eyes fell on the tall and elegant handsome figure in front of him, he felt that he was still in a dream.

Her red lips moved slightly and she whispered, "Xie Chang'an."

The summer wind swayed the pond full of lotus flowers, and the light fragrance refreshed the spleen.

The figure in the dream moved and came slowly.

She always felt that the late summer heat was unbearable, but just a little bit cooler could make people fall into this deep nightmare.

Song Yuchuo frowned slightly, trying to force himself to wake up, but the figure was close at hand, close enough that he could clearly see the blue-green eyebrows.

Although her figure was still in the mist, she couldn't bear to wake up.

The man in front of her has a beautiful name. He is the number one piano player in the Qi Kingdom, and he is also her sweetheart.

Xie Changan.

At this time, Song Yuchuo had been reborn for more than a few months.

In her previous life, she was madly in love with another person, and never took anyone else into consideration. However, she did not want to be affectionate, but she just ran into a conspiracy caused by a combination of circumstances!

Until she wore a phoenix-clad crown and died in the hands of that man, dripping with blood.

"My poor eldest princess, the person who saved you back then was actually not who he was. Isn't it surprising?"

Hate, she hates it so much.

"No! Who is he?" She could hardly close her eyes.

Lian Ting looked at Feng Ying, who was about to die, and laughed mockingly: "Xie Chang'an, that mutton-fat jade pendant belongs to this person."

"Oh, I almost forgot, how could Her Majesty the Eldest Princess have such an impression? He is just an insignificant piano player in Shenxian Pavilion, and he was once humiliated by me along with you. But don't worry, Eldest Princess, that pretty boy is already walking beside you.

In front of me, his clothes were stripped off and he was hanged in front of the Shenxian Pavilion."

"Lian Ting! If there is an afterlife, you will definitely not die well."

She, Song Yuwei, had harmed her brother, harmed the people of Qi State, and even killed Xie Changan.

Unexpectedly, fate actually allowed her to be reborn, and she was reborn at this opportunity that was enough to save her.

In this life, Song Yuwei is here to atone for her sins!

Recovering from a trance, his fingertips only touched a thin and cool corner of his clothes.

She couldn't help but feel sad, "Xie Chang'an, where is your piano?"

Unexpectedly, he in the dream would reply.

The familiar voice sounded low on the top of my head, "How long have you been staying in this pavilion if you still care about my piano?"

She felt very comfortable after hearing this, thinking that he was willing to pay attention to her in the dream.

Then he said obediently, "It won't be long, I'm just waiting for you to come."

The man in front of her was silent. She couldn't see his expression clearly, and her heart felt empty. She could only quickly open her lips: "Chang'an." Even in her dream, she was still worried.

His handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the man sighed slightly, "I'm here."

Song Yuchuo scraped a stray strand of hair beside his ear and temples, feeling happy in his heart.

After a moment, the man's slender fingers quietly stretched out and tightened the snow-white brocade fur on her shoulders.

Her body stiffened involuntarily. Yes, this was in a dream, that's why he was so different, because it wasn't really Xie Changan, so he wouldn't hate her.

So can she do anything?

Song Yuwei felt that her mind was in chaos, and she couldn't help but sweat all over her body. She seemed to be unable to breathe, so she could only whisper: "Xie Chang'an."

The man couldn't respond because she had already leaned over to seal his lips, so carefully.

She could notice that her slender figure was instantly stiff, and there was a cool touch on her lips, which was very soft. She also seemed very uncomfortable, but this feeling of discomfort was completely overturned in the next moment.

She felt dizzy until the strong smell of blood overflowed from her mouth.

Song Yuchuo woke up the next morning.

When she woke up, Lu Yi was standing at the head of the bed tremblingly, holding a bowl of thick black medicinal soup in her hand.

Song Yuchuo frowned, as expected he was caught in the cold and slept for so long.

She rubbed her forehead and said in a hoarse voice, "Silly girl, why are you shaking? I didn't say I won't take medicine."

Tears welled up in Lu Yi's eyes, "It's all my fault. I deserve to die. It was cold yesterday..."

Song Yuchuo was about to interrupt her and ask how long he had been sleeping, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a moon-white resolute figure sitting at the table outside.

The visitor may be thinking about something, his long fingers are clasping the dark red tabletop one after another, and the broad sleeves are engraved with handsome and majestic dragon patterns.

Song Yuchuo said: "Brother Emperor."

The owner of the dragon pattern did not respond, but just turned the sapphire finger on his hand. He was obviously a handsome young man, but he had a tall and old appearance.

After a long while, he whispered: "Xin Yang, you are really disturbing."

Song Yuchuo felt guilty: "I'm sorry, yesterday was just an accident. Xinyang will not catch the cold again and make the emperor worried."

Song Yuchuo still thought, it's just a slight wind chill. There is really no need to bother the emperor brother. You rushed to the princess mansion after the morning court. This is so embarrassing. The most important thing is that all the sisters-in-law and ministers have to remember me.

Because they were born to a compatriot, Song Yingche had a deep affection for her, but after all, he was the king of a country and could not take care of his sister in the palm of his hand like ordinary people.

Song Yingche stood up, his eyes indifferent, "I'm not just here to express my condolences to your Feng Han."

Song Yuchuofang finished drinking the decoction and handed the empty bowl to Lu Yi beside him.

Song Yingche looked at her and regained his composure, "I went to court this morning and heard that the Marquis read your book."

Song Yuchuo was shocked.

Although she is the eldest princess, she is still a female family member who does not care about government affairs. Didn't she know that she was lucky enough to be included in a book in the court?

"Old man... No, what did Marquis Wen take part in?"

The man in the moonlight robe came closer and looked at her condescendingly. This stern look made people very uncomfortable.

Song Yingche said: "You often hang out in Shenxian Pavilion, right? Xinyang."

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Song Yuchuo touched his nose helplessly.

"There are rumors that Princess Xinyang fell in love with a down-and-out piano player and wants to welcome him into the princess's palace as her consort?"

Song Yuchuo bit his lip.

"Marquis Wen said that Crown Prince Wen wanted to lead you back to the right path with good intentions, but you were deceived by a monster and slapped him in front of everyone, right? Xinyang."

Song Yuchuo lowered his head, then raised it confidently, "Brother Emperor, why do you even believe what Marquis Wen said?!"

When they were young, they knew that Wenhou's family was the most cowardly, and anyone who accidentally offended them would be punished with fists and kicks.

Therefore, Song Yingche had already considered it in his mind.

Her thin lips parted slightly, and she just said: "I don't believe the last one, but Xinyang, can you take the first two seriously?"

This time she lowered her head and said nothing.

In the silence of the room, Lu Yi didn't dare to move while holding the medicine bowl. She just felt like standing on pins and needles, and it was difficult to even breathe.

Song Yingche suddenly moved softly and pulled Song Yuchuo's broken hair from his forehead, "Xie Changan came to Beijing just a year ago. Although his reputation as the number one luther player has spread throughout the world, his identity is still suspicious..."

He lowered his voice, stood with his hands behind his hands, and sighed again.

"It's not that I dislike this person's background. If I deny the person you love because of his humble background, he is not worthy of being your brother. It's just that Xinyang, you and I are in the royal family, and there are some things that need to be carefully considered."

Her nose felt sore and she resisted the urge to throw herself into the royal brother's arms. Why was he not worthy of being a brother? It was clearly because she was not worthy of being a sister!

She pinched her fingertips tightly in her long sleeves to hold back her turbulent emotions. Those stupid things that dragged down the imperial brother in her previous life would never happen again.


Chapter completed!