Hong Yan kept smiling and said nothing, but he was obviously suppressing his laughter.
Feng Hongluan rolled her eyes at him and muttered: "I know that my father was too happy and drank too much at noon. When he drinks too much, he will talk about anything. I am ignorant and incompetent. I am jumping up and down. So what, you don't like it."
, you can change it, it’s not like we don’t have one at home.”
Hong Yan's face turned pale for a moment, but he quickly put on the doting smile before, and stepped forward to hug Feng Hongluan: "Your father asked me, if I can't give you happiness, let me let you go."
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Feng Hongluan knew why his face turned pale when he made a joke just now. I'm afraid it was his father who told him about Xia Rongling.
Thinking of his father's fight to death before getting married, he was probably afraid that Feng Hongluan would marry into Prince Jin's palace and suffer Xia Rongling's bullying and Hong Yan's neglect.
But now, my father should be relieved, right? She is very happy, really happy.
"Then you can?"
"What do you think!" He looked at her with a smile.
"You won't, but I don't know for sure!"
It was rare for her to be naughty with him. Her pink and tender face was that of a seventeen-year-old girl, innocent, cute and brilliant, yet tempered with maturity, poise and deepness. Deep down in her bones, she was willing to be a little woman in front of Hong Yan.
His slender fingers held Feng Hongluan's chin and squeezed it gently. The force was not heavy and it didn't hurt at all. However, his eyes pretended to be fierce: "You dare to try."
"Then you have to try to make me unhappy first."
The sexy lips curled up in an evil way, and the next moment, the warm touch swept across her thin lips, and the long, wet tongue penetrated her mouth, wantonly searching for the fragrance and nectar in her mouth,
The tip of his dexterous tongue caressed her lips and teeth inch by inch, until he kissed her until her breathing became short, and he reluctantly left her lips.
"I don't dare."
"Pfft!"
She knew that he didn't dare.
The afternoon sun at the end of June, with its scorching temperature, penetrated the half-open carved wooden bed and hit the burnt-tailed guqin next to the bookshelf. She suddenly became interested, got off the warm bed, and walked to the piano.
, raised his head and smiled at him: "Then did my father tell you that I don't like to learn anything but one thing, and the teachers all praised me for studying seriously."
His doting eyes followed her figure and landed on the guqin: "Your father told me that your singing voice is like the sound of nature. How many surprises do you have?"
"Haha!" Feng Hongluan chuckled, "I guess my father also told you that I have only practiced one piece of music in my life, and I will only learn one song this time. I once said that this
The music and songs are only for the man I love."
Her beautiful eyes fell tenderly on Hong Yan's face, as if telling Hong Yan that this song was played only for him.
Her slender fingers landed on the strings. She was wearing a long yellow dress. Because she had just woken up from a nap, her hair was lazily scattered, like ink like a waterfall, hanging down on her waist. She did not apply makeup, but her appearance and posture were stunning.
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The jade fingers fall, and the sound of the piano rises, rising and falling, gracefully and gracefully. There is the clearness of the flowing water by the river, the coldness of the ice in the snow lake, the tranquility of the dripping spring in the secluded stream, and the depth of the deep water in the secluded pond.
Her long fingers are like flying, jumping and playing on the strings.
Her beautiful eyes closed slightly, as if she was intoxicated, and she sang very carefully, with thin red lips, when the music of the piano slowed down.
"Spring Tour,
Apricot blossoms blow all over your head,
Whose family is young on the street?
Full of romance,
I plan to marry you,
Rest for life.
Even if I am ruthlessly abandoned,
Can't be ashamed."
She sang, but her face turned red. When she was very young, her mother told her that this was a love poem about a woman's fearless mentality in order to marry the man she loves.
Her mother taught her how to play the tune step by step, and even hummed it to her several times.
This is a love poem between mother and father. In the love poem, mother's love for father is clearly visible.
Her mother was passionate and never looked back, and her feelings for her father were straightforward, bold, and unrestrained. Feng Hongluan had always thought that if she found a husband, she would not reserve her feelings.
Therefore, she learned this song with all her heart, and only learned this song, her singing voice, and her piano skills, just for this one song, and the only one who sang and listened to it was Hong Yan.
Sing, he touched her bare hand with his soft big hand, gently put her hand to his lips, and pressed warm kisses inch by inch. Then, he sat down next to her and played the guqin.
After a while, I dropped my fingers.
The melody played by Feng Hongluan was exactly the same as that played by Feng Hongluan. It was obvious that he had only listened to it once.
Before Feng Hongluan could be surprised, he had already given her a new round of surprises.
"Spring Tour,
Apricot blossoms blow all over your head,
Whose young daughter is on the street?
So gentle,
You plan to marry her,
Rest for life.
Even if I am ruthlessly abandoned,
Can’t be ashamed!”
He slightly modified her lyrics, and his voice was high-pitched and powerful, telling the truth from his heart. His piano skills and singing voice are obviously beyond the capabilities of ordinary musicians. You, Hong Yan, what surprises does he have that she doesn't know about?
As soon as she finished the song, she couldn't help but be fascinated by it. The high-pitched voice, slightly hoarse with vicissitudes of life, made people intoxicated.
That exquisite piano skill is probably what is called playing around for three days, with lingering sounds.
In addition to his exquisite painting skills, his piano skills are also impeccable, and his singing voice is like the sound of nature.
Feng Hongluan looked at Hong Yan with admiration in his eyes. There was something evil in his eyes, and he gently touched Feng Hongluan's face with his big palm: "Does it sound good?"
"Um."
"Do you still want to listen?"
"Um."
"Then I'll play and you sing, and the piano will sound harmonious, okay?"
"good!"
Every sound she made was gentle and harmonious, and this scene, many years later, on this warm afternoon, became the most precious memory in Feng Hongluan's heart.
*
It was already mid-July when the news came that the emperor had conferred the title of Minister of Military Aircraft on Hong Yan, and that he was walking around the military aircraft.
This news may only be a little distressing to Hong Yan, after all, he does not want to get involved in political affairs, but for Feng Hongluan, it is worrying.
In his previous life, the emperor did not confer any position on Hong Yan. Hong Yan was just an empty prince. The emperor's love for Hong Yan, his younger brother, did not fade until the year Feng Hongluan died.