The weak and unable to take care of himself Prime Minister
"How dare I trouble you, young lady? I am a man, and this zither is mine."
As soon as these words came out, Fu Xuechen started coughing even more violently, as if he could cough out his heart.
Seeing that he looked extremely ill and weak, Su Qingli couldn't help but feel soft-hearted. She wasn't good at treating illnesses, but playing the piano was her forte. "Sir, I can play the piano. Can you let me try?"
Fu Xuechen's tone was filled with exaggerated surprise, "Miss, are you a zither player?"
Su Qingli nodded and smiled slightly, "Yes, I am a famous zither player. Why don't you let me try? If my music can soothe your heartache, you won't have to endure such unbearable pain."
Fu Xuechen bowed, Su Qingli's words hitting the mark. "Thank you very much, Miss. I'd like to know your name. How should I address you?"
Su Qingli did not give her previous pseudonym. There was no need for that now. She preferred to be open and honest. "My last name is Su. I have not yet asked for your full name, sir."
Fu Xuechen read out the prepared remarks in a high-pitched voice, "My last name is Tan, and my given name is Xi."
Su Qingli turned her obsidian eyes and looked around, "Mr. Tan, let's go to the cabin in front and talk."
Several people entered the cabin one after another. Fu Xuechen reluctantly handed the guqin to Su Qingli, "This is Tan's most precious thing. Miss Su, please be careful."
"I am also a piano lover and will naturally cherish your piano. Mr. Tan, don't worry."
Su Qingli's slender, white fingertips stroked the strings of the zither, making a broken sound that didn't form a tune. This zither was indeed a rare and good one. She handled it with care, placed it on the table, and sat upright in front of it.
The melody, like the sound of spring water, flows out from between the fingers and the strings.
There is a visual sense of the sound of a clear spring flowing over rocks, surrounded by lush green mountains and forests, and swallows flapping their wings in the quiet morning light, flying through the drizzle as fine as silver needles in the dusk.
After the song was finished, Fu Xuechen couldn't help but applaud, "I have misjudged the general's talent. Miss Su's extraordinary talent deserves the title of a Qin lover."
"Mr. Tan seems to be in much better spirits. Could my piano music soothe the pain in his heart?" Su Qingli raised her eyes and stared at Fu Xuechen. She didn't know what the effect would be.
"Miss Su's piano music is indeed miraculous. If it weren't for my heart attack and it making it difficult for me to play the piano on my own, I wouldn't have bothered Miss Su."
Fu Xuechen shook his head and sighed, indicating that he had no intention of troubling others.
Qian Jue was trying to fill in the gaps, "Miss Su, you don't know that my young master is as skilled in the zither as you are. The zither players we hired are too poor, not even as skilled as my young master. They are of no use to my young master's heart disease."
Su Qingli said modestly, "My dear brother, your praise is too much. Although I have some skills in playing the zither, I am not as good as you say. I am happy to be able to help Master Tan a little bit."
"Miss Su, please don't be so modest. The sound of your piano is like the music of nature, and you deserve the praise from me." During the time that Fu Xuechen married into the Marquis's mansion, he hardly heard Su Qingli playing any music.
The reason why he fell in love with Su Qingli was not only because of her unparalleled beauty and temperament, her ethereal air, and her untainted elegance and purity, but also because of the sound of her piano.
When I first heard her piano music, I was stunned by her beauty. When I heard it again, I felt relaxed and happy, and was immersed in the ethereal and fairy music and couldn't leave.
Su Qingli changed the subject, "I wonder when I can hear Mr. Tan's piano performance?"
"I'm afraid that my sick body cannot satisfy Miss Su's request for the time being, and the music I play cannot reach Miss Su's ears. When I recover, I will let Miss Su listen to it as soon as possible!"
Fu Xuechen made excuses to delay. He knew nothing about playing the piano, but he was very good at reciting poems and composing essays.
Su Qingli had no doubts. "No hurry, I'm all ears. Mr. Tan, take good care of yourself. It won't be too late to play for me when you're well again."
"Tan has another unwelcome request. I hope Miss Su will save me to the end and send the Buddha to the west. My heart disease still needs Miss Su's music to heal it."
Fu Xuechen bowed politely and asked Su Qingli for help.
Su Qingli was overwhelmed with thoughts, but the words of the person opposite her meant that she wanted to help him until his heart disease recovered. Although she was not really a married woman, it was inappropriate for her to meet a man secretly from time to time.
"Mr. Tan, your illness is too unique. Can your heart disease be cured just by listening to my piano music?" Su Qingli asked doubtfully. How could the real disease in the body be cured by just a few piano sounds?
Qian Jue spoke in his big, fat voice, "Miss Su, my young master of course takes medicine every day. The doctor said that taking medicine alone is not enough. He needs to be treated with the sound of the highest quality piano. Only then can his heart disease be gradually resolved."
"Miss Su, if you don't want to, that's fine. I will continue to look for a good musician."
Fu Xuechen covered his chest with regret and slowly put away the guqin with difficulty. After spending some time together, he gradually understood Su Qingli's temperament. The more he forced her to submit, the more she resisted, which deepened the rift between them.
Violent coughing sounds echoed throughout the cabin. Fu Xuechen bit his tongue cruelly, turned around, took out the handkerchief from his arms and wiped it carefully. A bright red flower bloomed on the white handkerchief.
Qian Jue felt Fu Xuechen's hand touch his sturdy arm, and hurriedly approached Fu Xuechen to check. His hoarse voice, half surprised and half distressed, became louder, "Sir, why are you coughing up blood again? I wonder how sad the old lady would be if she knew."
"Keep your voice down and don't make a fuss. It's just coughing up some blood. It won't kill you this time." Fu Xuechen scolded Qian Jue in a low voice, put away the handkerchief and stuffed it into his arms.
When Su Qingli heard what the master and servant said, his illness was so serious!
Seeing that he was so sick that he had difficulty holding the zither, and that bloodshot eyes were coming out of his mouth, Su Qingli couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. As they both loved music, it was hard for her to bear to see him die from illness.
"Mr. Tan, I'm a married woman, and it's inconvenient for me to go out. It's not easy for us to meet."
After much hesitation, Su Qingli felt helpless. She was the daughter-in-law of the Qi family, and so many people witnessed their marriage.
The Qi family had done her no wrong, and she couldn't repay their kindness with evil, doing something that would embarrass everyone in the Qi family and bring unnecessary trouble to them.
Qian Jue burst into tears and said, "Miss Su, please save my young master. You must have a way to get out."
"Thanks for reminding me. If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten who I was going out to meet. My brother asked me to meet him at Lingyan Temple up ahead. I have to go now. We won't see each other again."
Although Su Qingli felt sorry for Mr. Tan's situation, she could not protect herself and had no confidence to see things through to the end.
"Miss Su, are you really going to watch someone die without helping?"
Qian Jue's voice was thick with tears, and Fu Xuechen's brows furrowed as if he could kill a fly.
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