"I will be returning to Kyoto with my mother in a few days, and I probably won't come to Yangzhou again in the future." Wan Jinlan said with a sigh.
Just as Butler Wang was about to remind his prince not to leave Miss Wan alone like this, he heard Miss Wan speak herself.
Xiao Feng turned his gaze to her. Wan Jinlan deliberately met his gaze and said with a half-smile, "I heard a piece of news about the prince in the city these days."
Xiao Feng asked: "What?"
Wan Jinlan said with a playful tone, "Everyone in Yangzhou City is saying that the prince and Lord Zhou were jealous of each other over a beautiful actress, and Lord Zhou was killed by the prince's sword."
"Is that the stunning actress the one who played the piano and sang the other day?"
There was a sincere question in Wan Jinlan's eyes.
Xiao Feng put down his teacup and said with a gloomy expression, "I only remember that there was someone singing a funeral song that day."
Wan Jinlan: "..."
She had wanted to tease him, but she hadn't expected to hear such an answer.
I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Without the usual dignity and restraint she displayed in public, Wan Jinlan simply wanted to laugh.
"I thought, I thought Your Highness liked to listen to music like that. Otherwise, others wouldn't cater to your taste and sing a good song like that."
Wan Jinlan's shoulders shook as he smiled.
Xiao Feng rarely felt embarrassed, but at this moment, seeing her smiling happily, his face inexplicably felt hot.
Wan Jinlan smiled so happily that she leaned sideways and covered her mouth with a handkerchief, fearing that someone would see her current appearance.
"Burp~"
Wan Jinlan was stunned.
Who made that sound just now?
Is it her?
Her face flushed instantly.
He stood stiffly, not daring to turn his head.
She was wailing in her heart.
We were about to leave Yangzhou, so why did we get lost just when we were about to leave?
Ahhhh!
Who will take her away?
Butler Wang couldn't help but burst into laughter. Seeing Wan Jinlan staring at him, he simply squatted down and laughed, his face as bright as a chrysanthemum.
Wan Jinlan's face flushed red, and his eyes wandered towards Xiao Feng.
There was a faint smile on Xiao Feng's lips, and his handsome eyebrows showed an almost soft luster in the sunlight.
Chuntao couldn't help laughing, but she didn't dare to laugh at her own lady openly.
Steward Wang stood up, suppressing his laughter. "I really couldn't help myself. Miss Wan, please don't take me to heart."
Wan Jinlan said with a stiff face: "It's natural."
Xiao Feng coughed lightly and said, "Bring the zither here."
Butler Wang went there quickly.
Wan Jinlan looked at him in confusion, "Your Highness wants to play the piano?" He couldn't possibly just bring the piano over and ask her to play it.
Xiao Feng hummed softly.
He seldom plays the piano, but that doesn't mean he can't.
Wan Jinlan's face was burning as he held his chin and looked at the man in a blue shirt who was sitting there playing the strings of a zither.
He looked up and asked, "What do you want to hear?"
Wan Jinlan thought for a moment and said, "I'm not very good at playing any piece of music, so I'll just play 'Spring Dawn Chant'."
Xiao Feng nodded slightly.
As the sound of the piano began, Wan Jinlan was successfully brought into a very appropriate world of winter turning into spring.
If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of oily spring raindrops falling on the window, the sound of delicate flower buds blooming, and the warm spring breeze blowing on your face.
She was in a trance.
The man before him, with black hair and eyebrows as black as ink, played the piano with a calm and steady manner, just like the sound of his instrument: elegant, noble, distant and serene. Each stroke soaked into the heart, keeping away from the impetuousness and clamor.
When the song ended, he asked, "Do you want me to teach you?"
Wan Jinlan: “?”
She looked at him suspiciously.
Why, I play the piano for her again today and want to teach her?
The four big words "harmonious music" suddenly appeared in her mind.
But something as intimate as playing the piano together doesn't seem to be suitable for their current relationship.
Seeing that she was silent for a long time, Xiao Feng felt that he had been too reckless.
He lowered his eyelashes slightly and pressed the corners of his eyes with his fingers.
Teaching her to play the piano was just a whim, and he wanted to know how much tolerance he had for her.
At this moment, Xiao Feng didn't realize why he was testing how tolerant he could be towards Wan Jinlan.
When Wan Jinlan realized something, she smiled secretly in her heart and then stood up. She smiled like a flower: "I learn piano very quickly."
Butler Wang always felt that his prince had finally made a comeback, and he placed the cushion next to Xiao Feng with a very charming smile.
Wan Jinlan sat beside him as calmly as possible.
The cool fragrance of his body lingered at the tip of my nose, and his every breath was clearly audible.
The distance between the two was very close, Xiao Feng's arms were open, and he played the piano almost as if he was holding her in his arms.
Steward Wang was originally smiling, but when he saw beads of sweat gradually appearing on his prince's forehead, his face turning pale, veins bulging on the back of his hands, and his body trembling slightly, his heart began to tighten again.
He didn't want to see the scene where the prince couldn't bear it anymore and pushed Miss Wan out.
Fortunately, although the prince looked very unbearable, he did not do anything out of control.
Xiao Feng played it with Wan Jinlan and asked, "Did you remember it?"
Wan Jinlan shook his head embarrassedly.
She had never been so close to a man before, and their posture made it impossible for her to concentrate on learning the song.
She turned her head and looked back, and suddenly found that there were many tiny beads of sweat on his forehead and his face was a little pale.
She asked in confusion: "It's not hot here, why are you sweating so much?"
She took out a clean handkerchief embroidered with a magnolia branch and handed it to him.
Xiao Feng took it and stood up, "You practice first, I'll be back soon."
Wan Jinlan casually plucked the strings a few times, then frowned slightly as he watched Butler Wang and his departing figure. "That's weird."
When Xiao Feng returned to the empty room, he let out a long sigh.
His underwear was soaked with sweat, and it was completely cold on the way back.
"My Lord, if you are really uncomfortable, it is better to forget it."
Butler Wang's brows were furrowed like caterpillars.
Xiao Feng went into the inner room to look for his underwear, and housekeeper Wang followed closely.
"I'm fine."
Today's situation was much better than he expected.
In the past, when a woman approached him, he would subconsciously be on guard both physically and mentally, but before, he was able to suppress his body's instinctive reaction.
Steward Wang helped his own prince change his clothes. Seeing that his complexion had returned to normal, Steward Wang said seriously, "Prince, I heard from Chuntao that the old lady of the Wan family is looking for Miss Wan. I guess they will get engaged when she returns this time."
Butler Wang felt that since the prince was so close to Miss Wan today, it would be ungentlemanly for him not to propose marriage.
Xiao Feng straightened his sleeves and said, "Before the Wan family's eldest lady leaves, you should go and see her off with a gift."
Now that her attitude is clear, the Wan family will not arrange for her to marry into another family.
"Tomorrow I will write a letter to my mother, asking her to grant me the marriage."
It’s a pity that the affairs in Yangzhou will take some time, so he can’t go back for the time being.
Butler Wang didn't expect his prince to be so decisive that he stopped what he was doing.
"Why is it so sudden, Your Majesty, that...?"
Butler Wang even stuttered.
Xiao Feng straightened his sleeves and said calmly, "If I don't marry her, I won't marry anyone else."
Butler Wang looked incredulous: How could the prince be so deeply in love with Miss Wan?
When Xiao Feng saw Butler Wang's expression, he knew what he was thinking.
He didn't explain.
What he just said was literal.
He didn't want Wan Jinlan to marry someone else, and he had no interest in other women. If he had to get married, he would marry Wan Jinlan.
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