Liang Wushuang lowered her eyes and said softly, "Ever since I learned to play the pipa, I have felt something in my heart. I happened to hear this piece of music in my dream, so I tried to play it. Tonight, I am offering this piece of music to the Buddha. Does the governor like this piece of music?"
After hearing this, Cheng Ying's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of coldness in the curve.
"The fingering of this song is too complicated and not suitable for you. Let's change to another one." Cheng Ying said lightly.
Liang Wushuang said readily, "I will listen to you."
A long time later, when Liang Wushuang thought of this sentence again, he realized that Cheng Ying had never said that she didn't like the song, she just didn't like the way she played it.
At this moment, Cheng Ying looked at Liang Wushuang's face and felt bored for a moment, so he put down the chopsticks in his hand, "I don't remember when I told you to call yourself that."
Liang Wushuang's heart skipped a beat, and he put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, "Slave..."
As soon as these two words came out, Cheng Ying's face became more and more gloomy. Liang Wushuang felt a chill in her heart. He was fine just now, but she didn't know why Cheng Ying's face suddenly changed because of the two words "slave".
"The Governor is of noble status, I dare not offend you, that's why I call myself that." Liang Wushuang thought quickly and explained softly.
Cheng Ying frowned slightly. On New Year's Eve, facing this face that looked like his junior sister, he didn't want to get angry. He just wanted to have a good reunion dinner with his 'junior sister'.
But no matter how similar their facial features are, their words and actions are not the same at all.
Cheng Ying suppressed the unhappiness in her heart and softened her tone, "You don't need to be like this in front of me."
Liang Wushuang smiled sweetly, "Wushuang is just being too clever. Wushuang can change anything that the governor doesn't like."
As long as she could please Cheng Ying, Liang Wushuang didn't care about making any changes. The fear in her heart gradually faded away. She even couldn't help wondering if Cheng Ying didn't want her to call herself a slave, which meant that she would rather be on an equal footing with her instead of treating her as an dispensable plaything. After all, she was the only one around Cheng Ying who could be called Madam.
She stood up, bent over, scooped a bowl of cordyceps soup, and placed it on the table in front of Cheng Ying. "Master Du, please try this soup. Wushuang specially asked the kitchen to cook it for three hours to prepare it for you."
Cheng Ying picked up the spoon, touched her lips with it, and then didn't touch it again.
Liang Wushuang saw that he didn't like the cordyceps soup and made a note of it. Seeing that he no longer touched the chopsticks, she didn't dare to use them any more. After drinking half a bowl of soup, she wiped her lips with a handkerchief and called the maid to come in and clear the dishes away.
"Sir, would you like to accompany Wushuang to celebrate the New Year?" Liang Wushuang asked expectantly.
It was late at night, and the sound of firecrackers could still be heard from time to time outside. Cheng Ying nodded slightly, got up and went to the study.
Liang Wushuang quickly brought the paper-cutting basket to the low table above the Luohan bed, lit a few red candles, and told the maid to bring the peach blossom wine she had prepared early in the morning.
Although Cheng Ying treated her differently, she never let her get close to her. Liang Wushuang also read some books privately and knew that even if eunuchs were inhumane, they could still enjoy the joy of the boudoir if they were married.
Tonight, she wanted to use the peach blossom wine to make Cheng Ying closer to her, so that she could whisper in her ear.
She had received many benefits from Fan Zeng. If she failed to get things done, Fan Zeng would probably not come to her for help again and would think that she was not favored by the governor.
The maids brought the peach blossom wine, and Liang Wushuang had just put it on the table when she saw Cheng Ying coming in with a brush, ink and a scroll in her hands. She felt as if a soft thorn had pierced her heart, and she remembered the woman that Cheng Ying had painted last time.
Cheng Ying sat down on the Luohan bed and ignored the things Liang Wushuang had placed on the low table. She just spread out the scroll, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, concentrating all her attention on painting.
Liang Wushuang picked up the scissors with some displeasure, absentmindedly cut a pattern, and secretly peeked at the scroll.
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