As soon as Feng Qingcheng finished speaking, Feng Guinian scolded him: "Qingcheng, don't be rude! His Royal Highness Prince Huai is the current seventh prince, how can you call him by his first name?"
In fact, Feng Qingcheng had always called King Huai this way in private, and Feng Guinian knew it. He just stopped Feng Qingcheng, but it was just a superficial effort. After all, Rong Sui is also a prince, and his status is there, so he should be respected on the surface.
But more than that, he wanted to test whether His Royal Highness Prince Huai, who usually looked calm and calm, was really that indifferent and aloof.
He bowed his hand to Rong Sui again and said apologetically: "My sister-in-law offended me, please forgive me, His Highness Prince Huai."
"It's okay." Rong Sui walked to the table, took his clothes and took a seat. His every move showed grace and elegance. He still had an elegant smile on his face. He gently raised his hand and motioned for the two of them to sit down and talk. His attitude was easy-going and vague. With a somewhat distant politeness, he said, "I wonder why Miss Feng invited me here today?"
Feng Qingcheng's eyes wandered over Rong Sui several times, her eyebrows were like spring flowers that bloomed in early March, so charming that she could pinch water out of them. She said softly: "My second brother's friend accidentally found an ancient book in the market. I have been thinking about the music score for several days but I still can’t figure out the music. You are quite proficient in this aspect, so I thought about asking my second brother to bring it to you for a look."
"I have long heard that His Highness Prince Huai is both civilized and martial, and is especially knowledgeable in martial arts and music. I wonder if I am lucky enough to hear His Highness Prince Huai's opinions when I return home today?"
Although Feng Guinian's words were courteous, his behavior was not. While he was talking, he took out a rolled piece of silk from the brocade box beside him and placed it directly in front of Rong Sui. This was rather forceful and seemed to leave no room for Rong Sui to refuse.
But seeing Rong Sui's expression calm and composed, there was no trace of fluctuation on Feng Guinian's rude and arrogant behavior.
He glanced at the slightly yellowed silk, picked up the tea that Feng Qingcheng poured for him, and smiled lightly, "General Feng is overly praised. I only know a little bit about it, and I just use it to kill time when I have nothing to do. I can’t say I’m proficient, let alone have any attainments. Instead of listening to my humble opinion, it’s better to ask the luthiers of Guangxiu Pavilion to take a look, and maybe they can give you a more professional opinion.”
This statement sounds like self-effacement, but in fact there is a lot of shirk in it.
Feng Guinian suddenly felt unhappy in his heart, thinking that he was a majestic cavalry general, holding the power of the city guard army, and his father was the head of the officials in the dynasty, while Rong Sui was just a powerless prince, and he didn't even have the face to do so. Are you willing to give it to him?
His face gradually darkened, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his attitude suddenly changed. He was no longer as respectful as before, "His Royal Highness, why should you belittle yourself? Who doesn't know that His Royal Highness's mother-in-law's piano skills were at the pinnacle, and she was also at her peak back then - —”
"Second brother!" Feng Qingcheng snapped before Feng Guinian could finish his words.
Feng Qingcheng has always paid special attention to Rong Sui's affairs. He is very clear about it and can even know it like the back of his hand. Whether it was the past or the present, she explored them one by one and kept them in her mind.
Rong Sui was the only prince born in the cold palace since the founding of the Beiming Kingdom. His mother-in-law died of illness in the cold palace less than three years after his birth. It was only then that his majesty remembered him and took him out of the cold palace. But she didn't know how he, a three-year-old child, without a mother and concubine to care for him, and being despised by his father, survived in a harem that was full of intrigues and cannibalism. All we know is that he was sent to Fomalhaut when he was seven years old. His Majesty decreed that he could not be brought back unless summoned. It was not until five years ago that he was declared back to the palace by His Majesty and granted the title of King Huai. And the memory of his childhood in the palace was probably the most unbearable thing in his life, and the one he least wanted others to mention.
Although Feng Guinian did not continue speaking, he did not show any guilt or fear because of his abrupt or even offensive words. Instead, he glanced at Rong Sui with keen eyes, as if he wanted to discern something from his expression.
I saw Rong Sui's eyebrows stretched, Yong Rong elegantly blew the foam in the cup, and took a sip of tea, with a leisurely attitude, as if all the troubles in this world had nothing to do with him. He sat sideways in front of the blue waves and green smoke, with no trace of sadness on his picturesque face, just like an immortal in a painting, aloof and untainted by dust.
When Feng Qingcheng saw that he looked calm and unfazed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his originally worried heart. Then his expression changed, and a bit of anger overflowed on his face. He glared at Feng Guinian angrily and used a gesture towards him. He winked.
Feng Guinian immediately laughed loudly, and the unhappiness in his heart was swept away. He stood up suddenly, cupped his hands towards Rong Sui and said: "His Royal Highness King Huai is indeed a gentle and gentle gentleman, who does not seize the day or night, and is peaceful and far-reaching. It was just now that Gui Nian offended him. , Your Highness, please forgive me for being disrespectful to Gui Nian for the sake of my lack of sense of propriety. It’s just that if even Your Highness has difficulty deciphering this curled spectrum, then looking at the entire Beiming, no one can decipher it. , I can’t help but feel a little regretful when I return to the new year.”
Rong Sui put down the tea cup calmly and calmly, his expression still calm and without impetuousness, just like the bright moon and the breeze, which made people feel clear-minded, "General Feng's words are serious, please sit down."
His smile was light, his eyes were calm, and his detached and leisurely demeanor made people unconsciously want to open their hearts and have a heart-to-heart talk with him.
"Since General Feng does not think that this king is incapable of learning, how can I live up to General Feng's kindness?"
After saying that, he picked up the silk lying aside and slowly unfolded it.
As the music score appeared on the silk, a look of doubt seemed to pass through his calm eyes, and there was a rare fluctuation between his usually sparse eyebrows.
Seeing that he looked strange, Feng Qingcheng hurriedly asked with concern: "But what did you see?"
Rong Sui shook his head hesitantly, his phoenix eyes staring at the silk fabric for a moment, and he fell into deep thought. His eyebrows seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making him appear to be thinking heavily.
After a while, a look of astonishment suddenly appeared on his face as calm as the breeze, and then he asked the Feng brothers and sisters, "Do you have a piano?"
"Yes, I'll go get it."
Although Feng Guinian was not good at piano music, he still saw something strange in Rong Sui's expression. It seemed that the music score was not simple. He walked down the waterside pavilion resolutely, clasped his hands together and high-fived, and saw two soldiers jogging from the covered bridge.
He waved his hand and ordered: "Go to the carriage and get the lady's piano."
"Yes, General."
After a while, Feng Guinian placed a fine Fuxi Qin on the table in front of Rong Sui. Seeing him gazing sideways at the clear lake with a misty look, he couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, King Huai, is this Is spectrum really so difficult to decipher?"
Rong Sui then slowly withdrew his gaze, with a hint of worry between his eyebrows, "This spectrum is not only difficult to understand, but also quite weird."
"weird?"
Feng Guinian and Feng Qingcheng said in unison.
Then, Feng Qingcheng seemed to have thought of something and murmured: "I have heard people say before that there are many unclean things attached to these ancient objects. Could it be..."
At this point, she quickly glanced at the silk, moved back unconsciously, and looked at Rong Sui and Feng Guinian with horrified expressions, "Is there something unclean on it?!"
