Jiang Huaiyu also rushed forward to check and saw that Bai Yujing's eyes were fine, only that her eye sockets were slightly red.
Filled with remorse, Fei Yue said, "It's all my fault for being too heavy-handed..."
Jiang Huaiyu gently patted her shoulder, "It's not your fault. I invited you to play in the snow. If he wants to blame you, I'll take the blame."
Bai Yujing asked, "So, my wife is going to take responsibility for me?"
Jiang Huaiyu nodded in agreement, "Okay, tell me, how would you like to be satisfied with compensation?"
Bai Yujing laughed, "Then I'll punish you by making you play a tune on your flute for me."
Jiang Huaiyu bowed gracefully, "I am willing to serve you, young master."
She turned to Deng Shen and instructed him, "Deng Shen, prepare a tea table and brew tea for our guests."
Upon hearing this, Deng Shen immediately got busy, and Fei Yue also hurriedly went into the house to fetch two hand warmers.
Jiang Huaiyu warmed his hands, then took out his short flute and began to play it slowly, facing the lush green bamboo forest.
As the sun rose higher, its warm rays spilled into the courtyard, reflecting off the snow-covered bamboo roof and finally outlining the graceful figure standing in the light.
The clear sound of the flute echoed in the air. The piece was not complicated; its simple melody was refreshing and elegant, like a mountain spring flowing. As it was softly sung, it made people unconsciously abandon their distracting thoughts, leaving only inner peace and tranquility.
When the piece ended, Bai Yujing praised her without reservation: "Your flute playing is like depicting the beauty of mountains and rivers. It is truly a blessing to hear your performance today."
Jiang Huaiyu smiled calmly, "It's just a short skit, you flatter me."
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