It's night, inside Prince Huai's Mansion.
The night wind blew slowly, and the moonlight shrouded the quiet courtyard. A melodious sound of the piano came from the pavilion by the pool, lingering in the wind, like the sound of winding beams, making the quiet night even more alluring.
Looking from a distance, one can see a man in white clothes in the pavilion sitting in front of the table and caressing a jade harp. There is light flowing on the body of the harp, and the moon-white earrings hanging under the harp are following his fingertips. The ground pluck flicked gently. The shape of this piano is plump and moist, with excellent color. The thirteen emblems and the piano are made of mutton-fat white jade, and the seven strings glow gleaming in the moonlight.
If there are any luthier players here, they can’t help but be amazed - this qin is considered to be a rare and unique piece in the world in terms of craftsmanship, material and sound!
On the Zhuan Yong Road outside the pavilion, a handsome and dignified man was holding a white cloak and walking quickly through the fragments of light and shadow.
"The dew is heavy in the cold autumn. Even if the prince doesn't like being served by others, he should wear more clothes at night." Mo Bei gently put his cloak on Rong Sui's shoulders, then sat in front of the case and used a stove to burn the stove. He clamped the charcoal fire and boiled the tea in the tea cauldron again, while giving careful instructions.
As the fingertips elegantly dial the last key, the song ends.
Rong Sui raised his eyebrows and smiled at Mo Bei, with a pair of gentle eyes reflecting a faint light, expressing his gratitude gracefully, "I'm lucky to have you by my side these years. You have done everything for me, thank you for your hard work."
Mo Bei bowed respectfully to Rong Sui, his words and expressions full of respect for the person in front of him, "What Mo Bei has done is nothing compared to what the prince has to bear, so how can we talk about hard work?"
Rong Sui patted his shoulder gently, stood up and walked to the sill of the pavilion, looking at the moonlight in the pool, his pupils showing a trace of reminiscence in the sparkling water, "If Aunt Liu was still alive, I would see you like this." Excellent, I will be proud of you.”
Mo Bei followed Rong Sui's gaze and looked at a pool of water in the distance. There was an unconcealable longing in his eyes, as if he had seen the person in his memory again. An extremely gentle smile appeared on his lips, "My dearest mother." My wish is that you and the princess are safe. Now that she has gone with the princess, I must keep her wish and protect you."
The moonlight casts a pool of clear light, like broken silver. The cool breeze rustles, the flowers reflect the trees, the trees shake their shadows, and the remaining red leaves fly down.
In the dappled light and shadow, Rong Sui's calm and indifferent face gradually cooled down. His eyes seemed to be stirring up the wind and clouds, becoming dark and unpredictable. His beautiful lips were tightly stretched, as if he was trying to hold back something.
He stood in silence for a long time, and then slowly loosened his fisted hands. His eyes were already cold, as if a layer of ice had been tempered, with a piercing cold light, "Don't worry, I will definitely let you." They pay the price.”
Mo Bei stared at it, and saw that slender figure looking particularly tall and straight in the night, like green pines and cypresses, with an air of perseverance that was hard to shake.
His voice was clear and gentle, but at this moment, Mo Bei felt extremely powerful, as if it could break through layers of darkness, allowing him to see the light of day again.
He slowly looked away and looked at the slightly boiling tea in the tea cauldron. A layer of mist formed in his eyes, and his heart felt as if it was being poured by strong wine, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of generosity and excitement.
He silently scooped out a ladle of slightly boiling tea, used bamboo clips to gently stir a vortex in the tea cauldron, and poured some tea powder into the center of the vortex. Only then did he calm down and asked, "Your Majesty, today Is it going well?"
Rong Sui turned around, his eyes calm, and his expression returned to its former calmness, as if the cold and stern expression just now had never appeared on his face, "Everything is going according to plan, the music score will be sent to the emperor tomorrow In your hand, let someone pass the news to Xi Jing."
"Yes." Mo Bei nodded and replied, as if he had thought of something again. A smile appeared on his lips, with a hint of narrow-mindedness, "General Feng just sent people to send a lot of things. It seems that the Feng family brothers and sisters I'm quite fond of the prince."
Regarding what Mo Beiyi meant, Rong Sui's face was as calm as a breeze, and there was no trace of emotion on his face, as if the deep meaning hidden in his words was not enough to touch his heartstrings.
He returned to sit down in front of the piano, and touched the tassels hanging under the piano with his fingertips. A faint smile appeared in his eyes, "These brothers and sisters really have nothing to do with each other. Whatever they think is written on their faces." , very easy to see through, not as cunning and difficult to deal with as their father."
"The prince secretly transferred the piano score to General Feng's hands several times, but he took a fancy to the straightforward character of the Feng family brothers and sisters?"
Rong Sui shook his head, with an unfathomable light in his narrow phoenix eyes, and explained to Mo Bei: "The emperor has always been very deep in the city, and only he and a few of his confidants know about the spy. Although that Bian had made many plans to make it seem like the spies from Beiming and Xijing were fighting to the death over the "Seven Kills Music Score", but he still had some doubts in his heart, and in his opinion, the music score should have been stolen. If the music score appears in Beiming again at this time, he will definitely notice something fishy. But if it is presented to him by the Feng family who has no knowledge and whom he trusts most, he will think that he has found another person. Volume. And if Xi Jing knows this news, given Emperor Lin'an's character, he will definitely think that Beiming has grabbed the music score and destroyed Xi Jing's spies. At that time, his attention and spearhead will be directed at Beiming. sea."
Mo Bei nodded like he was being taught, and while pouring the tea he just scooped out into the boiling tea cauldron, he said bluntly: "Since the emperor trusts the Feng family so much, why doesn't the prince take the opportunity to win over him? If he can get the support of the Feng family, in the future, It will definitely make a big difference.”
Rong Sui looked at a branch not far away that was about to extend into the pavilion, and said quietly: "The Feng family has overwhelming power. It would be great if it could be used by me, but I'm afraid Feng Lanzhi won't stand aside so easily. Besides, the Feng family has great power. As a pawn between the emperor and the prince, the emperor can turn a blind eye and let him flourish for a while. It will be hard to say if he loses his value in the future. Besides, the other three have been fighting openly and secretly over the years. Feng Feng They have long been eyeing this piece of fat family. If they know that the Feng family is on good terms with me, they will definitely bring me to light." A faint light flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand in an instant, and saw a sharp The strong wind shot out from the fingertips, and the branch broke in response to the wind. He felt a little regretful and said, "The tree is big and attracts the wind. It is easy to break when it is too strong."
Mo Bei suddenly realized, his mind changed, and he couldn't help but smile, "No wonder the Prime Minister has remained neutral after so many years of fighting. I thought he just hates party strife and is loyal to the Emperor."
The corners of Rong Sui's pretty lips were raised slightly, with a hint of sarcasm, "Feng Lanzhi, an old fox, has already understood the situation in his heart. As long as he doesn't choose to take sides, his Feng family will be honored and favored, and the rest will be stable." The prince doesn’t dare to attack him.”
"Although Feng Lanzhi is cunning, he never expected that the apple of his eye would be so fond of the prince. Now even General Feng is showing favor to the prince. If..."
Before Mo Bei finished speaking, he was interrupted by Rong Sui's slightly cold voice, "If I marry Feng Qingcheng, then everything will be solved."
