The man in the official outfit smiled slightly and continued.
"After his Highness hurriedly meeting with Miss Fengqi on the streets of Wujing, he left his waist card. Does Miss Fengqi know the deeper meaning of this waist card?"
"Deeper meaning?"
Feng Zhilou touched the waist card in her sleeve. Isn’t this waist card the certificate of entry and exit from the imperial city? Because it was given by the prince, it was a bit privileged. What other meanings can it have? Could it be that she is really stupid?
This man in official costume is clearly hinting repeatedly, why just she doesn't understand?
"Now Miss Fengqi will follow me."
The man did not explain more, but instead changed the topic, and seemed to just point it out. As for the deeper meaning he said, it depends on Miss Fengqi to figure it out himself. In fact, Zhilou's thoughts have always been simple.
I was too lazy to think about it. After thinking about it for a while, I really didn't understand what he was hinting at.
Following the man in the official costume, they left the bloody martial arts field, and the two walked towards Wu Yinxuan one after another.
Wuyinxuan has left the scope stipulated by the Warrior Academy, and Miss Seven in Fengjiazhuang seems to have more privileges than other warriors.
Wuyinxuan is built on the pool water of the Imperial City Fengyutan. Only a single-plank bridge leads to the shore. The surrounding scenery is charming. Zhilou follows the man in the official dress, looking left and right, from time to time, on the water surface of the pool,
There were also red fish jumping out, butterflies flying on her shoulders, which really meant "dance". This name was wonderful.
I didn't expect that the prince could really take a break from his busy schedule and stay in such a place to hide.
After crossing the single-plank bridge, entering Wuyinxuan. Through the white gauze tent, Fengzhilou found the huge space. It seemed that there was only the prince, and there were not even a palace maid or eunuch who served. There were a few tables of peach wood in the tent.
There were fruits, peaches, delicacies and wine on the table. The prince sat alone in it and poured himself and drank it himself, which was so pleasant.
The prince's banquet had already changed out of yellow brocade robe, and the prince's hair was crowned. He wore casual clothes he had when he first met on the streets of Wujing that day, and seemed much more approachable than the martial arts venue.
Feng Zhilou had a good impression of the prince, not only because he gave her the privileged waist card, but also because the prince took the risk to save the woman on the street, which shows that he was chivalrous and a good person.
The man in the official costume stood outside the pavilion and reported in a low voice.
"Your Highness, Miss Fengqi has arrived."
"Let her come in."
The prince's voice came from inside. The man in the official costume picked Xuansha and signaled Feng Zhilou to go in.
Feng Zhilou looked up at the man in the official costume and felt a little strange. There was no other person in there except the prince. If she went in like this, she would not become a lonely man and a widow. Although Zhilou is not a conservative woman, she is the prince.
She is a folk girl, so it seems a bit inappropriate to go in like this.
"Get in."
The man in the official dress was waiting.
Feng Zhilou smiled awkwardly, knowing the current situation. Even if there is anything wrong, she has to go in.
As soon as Miss Fengqi stepped in, Xuansha was put down behind her. The man in the official costume turned around quickly and left Wuyinxuan along the single-plank bridge, which made Zhilou feel even more embarrassed.
Now not only are she and the prince in Wuyinxuan, but there is no one around.
Aren’t they afraid that Zhilou will suddenly attack the prince? Of course, Feng Zhilou won’t do that.
"sit."
The prince picked up the wine glass, took a sip, stared at a painting on the table, and did not look up at the woman who came in.
Feng Zhilou did not dare to beat him too close, but sat down a little far from the prince. At this time, Xuansha moved and then fell down again. Zhilou looked back but did not find anyone coming in. It should be an invisible mess.
Bao came in, and sure enough, something rubbed her leg and Hunbao leaned against her feet.
The prince seemed to hear the sound, but just looked up and saw nothing. He looked down at the picture again. It was strange. What did he ask him to do, just sit here in a daze?
However, with Hunbao, he is not considered a lonely man and a widow, and Feng Zhilou felt much more relaxed.
After holding it for a while, Feng Zhilou finally couldn't help it, so he spoke in a low voice.
"The prince called Zhilou, I wonder what orders did he give?"
"I heard that your zither art songs are good?" The prince put down his wine glass, raised his head, and asked this question. It was completely beyond Zhilou's expectations. He called her like this for this?
"It's just... I usually relieve my boredom."
Feng Zhilou smiled far-fetchedly. Where did he hear this? Could it be that the Chu family mentioned it in front of him? This may be the richest man in Wujing and left the officials in Wujing Imperial City.
It was very close, and it was normal for some words to reach the prince's ears.
"Play a song, I'll listen."
The prince's feast pointed to a guqin next to him. It looked like a zither, and it seemed that he had laughed a little more than a zither.
Here, the prince's words are orders. Even if Feng Zhilou is a little unfamiliar and has to play a song, otherwise he will be unhappy and will be troublesome if he cancels Miss Seven's qualification for the competition.
In fact, it is not that Feng Zhilou's piano and songs are excellent, but that they have never heard of some modern lyrics and verses. Any song will shock them, but for Zhilou, it is really a piece of cake.
He got up and walked to the front of the piano and sat down. His fingers stretched out, and the skeleton flower flowed out from his fingertips.
The prince listened and drank alone while listening to the banquet, and occasionally glanced over. This kind of elegant atmosphere was really rare.
The water in the pond was clear, the veil was gently brushing, and the birds fell outside the pavilion, nodding and refusing to leave. The colorful butterflies danced their wings and circled. Even the palace maids and officials passing by nearby were addicted to stopping.
Nice and pleasant.
Feng Zhilou was also shocked, why was the music at his fingertips thousands of times more sophisticated than before? It seemed like a true energy was contained on the strings, changing the sound quality of an ordinary piano. This is definitely not something that ordinary musicians can play.
Out.
As the prince's frowns as he listens, his brows furrowed, and he is very puzzled. He only heard that she can sing and essay, but he doesn't want it to be so magical.
At the end of the song, Feng Zhilou was still intoxicated by it, and countless question marks popped up in her mind. What's wrong with her? Is this still the seventh lady of Fengjiazhuang? If you don't mention your wisdom or true energy, just this piano skill
, it can be considered awesome.
"Qi... Where did you learn this?" The prince woke up from his dream, put down his white jade wine glass, and asked in a hurry.
Where did you learn it? I originally knew it, but why did I play so well? The prince asked her, but she didn't know who to ask.
"This... I can just pop it."
Feng Zhilou really doesn’t want to brag, but he can’t find a master who can “give up the stem” to come. It’s better to rack his brains.
Prince Yan's eyes stopped on Zhilou's cheek for a long time, causing Miss Fengqi to nod her shyly, not knowing what she meant. Didn't he come to her to listen to music? Why did he finish playing, but there was no further information?