After the song ended, Fengyun felt as if he was still in a dream. "Beautiful pictures, sad melody, but very touching."
He had never thought that a person could have such a shocking feeling when playing. People often say that music is a melody. When an instrument sounds, people only listen to the sound produced by the instrument. But when An Tingyu sat in front of the piano and played the beautiful sound skillfully, the picture was really beautiful.
At this time, Fengyun was standing on the right side of An Tingyu. Without the vision on the left side and the influence of the birthmark, An Tingyu was a beautiful woman with extraordinary beauty and talent in Fengyun's eyes.
On the other side, Dang Yan pursed his lips, his deep eyes staring straight at An Tingyu, a complex emotion flashing across his face, his eyes so deep.
Is this An Tingyu?
The woman he was very familiar with, but in front of him, she was a complete stranger. She had more and more secrets, and her knowledge was beyond his expectations. He no longer knew whether the woman in front of him was still someone he knew.
"The song is over. I believe you have gotten what you want to know. Then..." An Tingyu paused, her eyes rolled around, and suddenly smiled: "How about we talk about cooperation?"
"Cooperation?" Feng Yun was stunned.
An Tingyu patted the piano gently and said with a smile: "Originally, I didn't expect you to be able to make it, but since you can do it, it's a business opportunity. I'm the designer and I have absolute copyright, so how about we work together? The profits are 50-50."
"Miss An, has anyone ever told you that you are a scary person?" There was admiration and an indiscernible depth in Fengyun's eyes.
This was the first time he had seen such a calculating woman. She was clearly just a customer, but in the blink of an eye she had become a shrewd businesswoman.
An Tingyu raised her eyebrows lazily and said lightly: "You seem to be talking."
"make a deal!"
"Happy cooperation!" After saying that, An Tingyu stretched out her little hand.
Feng Yun stared at her blankly, his handsome face suddenly flushed, "Um... Miss An?"
"Oh, sorry, I forgot you are not used to this kind of etiquette. Anyway, it's a pleasure to work with you." An Tingyu shrugged her shoulders and withdrew her hand without a trace of shyness, not taking what happened just now to heart at all.
Hearing this, Feng Yun didn't say anything else, but a hint of emotion flashed across his sharp eyes.
Not long after returning from the weapons shop, Fengyun had the piano delivered to the Prime Minister's residence. Seeing this strange thing, Mr. An touched it and looked at it here and there, with a look of curiosity on his face.
"Girl! Is this really a musical instrument? How do you know about this? And even know such a detailed design?"
"I don't know. I'll know it when I wake up." An Tingyu seemed to know nothing about anything. After all, she couldn't tell Grandpa An that this was something she learned in another world, and she was not An Tianyu.
"You girl! You are becoming more and more mysterious. You even know things that grandpa doesn't know. But it's just right. You can take it with you to the little prince's hundred-day banquet. The empress dowager likes to listen to little songs on weekdays. You can play a song for the empress dowager to make her happy." Old Master An suggested slowly.
"Grandpa, you seem to mention the Queen Mother very often. Is she your first love?" An Tingyu blinked playfully and said to Grandpa An in a very mischievous way.
If she remembered correctly, this should be the third time that Mr. An mentioned the Queen Mother in front of her, but it was very strange. Although Mr. An was the Emperor's teacher, wasn't the relationship between him and the Queen Mother too complicated?
A woman in the deep palace and a man outside the palace. It's not just her arranged marriage, but also Mr. An's daily attitude towards her.
"What nonsense are you talking about, you damn girl? The Queen Mother is..." Old Master An seemed to want to say something, but stopped before he could say it. "Anyway, if you play a song for her, she will definitely be happy. Don't ask why."
An Tingyu's beautiful eyes darkened. Was it really like this again? She remembered asking Old Master An once why the Queen Mother had granted her marriage, but Old Master An had simply brushed it off, seemingly unwilling to discuss it further. Furthermore, every time he mentioned the Queen Mother, she felt a sense of disharmony in his emotions, a sense of helplessness and a touch of guilt.
Anyway, it's a bit of a complicated feeling.
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