279 Playing the flute in the lotus pond, is this considered **?

When the eunuch separated her from the maid, Feng Qingchen guessed that the Ninth Prince wanted to see her alone, so she was not surprised when the carriage drove towards the lotus pond.

"Miss Feng, we're here."

A carriage stopped outside an archway: "Miss Feng, please."

The servant gestured to Feng Qingchen to walk into the archway, but he himself did not move forward.

Feng Qingchen smiled and walked slowly inside.

This is the Ninth Prince's villa. How can he eat her?

In July, the sun is quite scorching even in the afternoon, but when walking in the Ninth Prince's villa, there is no trace of heat. The trees are shady and there is a cool breeze everywhere.

Feng Qingchen understood that this must be because there was a basin of ice, so the wind was extra cool.

It’s good to be rich!

She could only place the ice basin in the room, but what about the Ninth Prince? The whole yard was filled with ice basins, which was really a waste of money.

Feng Qingchen already had a lotus leaf sachet on her body, so she was not sensitive to the subtle lotus leaf fragrance in the air. It was not until she passed through the corridor and saw the red and green lotus flowers and lotus leaves that she realized she had reached the lotus pond.

"How beautiful! The leaves are endless and green, stretching from the sky to the sky." Feng Qingchen quickened her pace. She had to say that the Ninth Prince's sugar lotus flowers were really beautiful. There seemed to be no space at all on the lotus pond, as it was filled with lotus leaves. Facing the fragrance emanating from the lotus leaves in the pond, the sachet on Feng Qingchen's waist was not enough.

Feng Qingchen lifted her skirt with both hands and ran towards the lotus pond. At this moment, intermittent flute sounds came faintly with the wind.

"Huh? Is someone playing the flute?" Feng Qingchen slowed down his pace unconsciously.

Although she is a rough person, she doesn't want to disturb other people's fun.

She didn't know whether it was Feng Qingchen approaching, or the person playing the flute was walking towards her. The sound of the flute gradually became louder, and the clear sound of the flute slowly drifted towards her along with the lotus flowers in the pond...

The sound of the flute was ethereal and pleasant, flying across the blue sky, and the passing clouds seemed to stop for a moment. Feng Qingchen, a person who did not understand music, was also attracted by the sound of the flute, and he stood there quietly listening to the beautiful sound.

The lotus leaves trembled, the flute sounded louder, and Feng Qingchen's eyes opened wider and wider...

"Ninth Uncle?"

In the lotus pond, the Ninth Prince, dressed in black, stood at the bow of a black boat. The boat moved slowly forward, but the Ninth Prince was not affected. He stood steadily at the bow, playing the flute quietly, as if nothing in the world was pleasing to his eyes.

The person playing the flute turned out to be the Ninth Prince. Feng Qingchen felt confused.

Isn’t the Ninth Prince allergic to the scent of flowers? Why is he jumping into the lotus pond?

Feng Qingchen had a lot of questions, but now was not a good time to ask.

Feng Qingchen stood there and looked at the Ninth Prince. At this moment, she had no intention of listening to the music. She was only thinking about what the Ninth Prince meant by this action.

Whether Feng Qingchen listened or not, the Ninth Prince's flute music did not stop. The sound was always there, but the sound suddenly changed. The melodious and ethereal sound turned into the sound of birds, including larks, orioles, magpies... Feng Qingchen was full of thoughts, but at this moment, he was brought into the world of music by the sound of the flute.

Feng Qingchen closed her eyes, and she seemed to see countless birds flying on the branches, chirping, it was so lively.

Flutter, flutter...

Feng Qingchen seemed to hear the sound of flapping wings. He opened his eyes and was completely stunned.

At this moment, the Ninth Prince was truly stunned by the beauty.

Birds, many birds flew over, chirping and surrounding the Ninth Prince, flying left and right around him, refusing to leave for a long time. Not only that, more and more birds flew over...

They flew in groups, accompanied by the sunset glow, to the side of the Ninth Prince.

"It's really amazing." Feng Qingchen didn't dare to say it out loud, he could only admire in his heart, playing the flute could attract hundreds of birds, the Ninth Prince was indeed an extraordinary person.

The Ninth Prince was handsome to begin with, and with his noble and elegant demeanor, he looked like a god-like being. At this moment, he was surrounded by hundreds of birds. Feng Qingchen had a feeling that the Ninth Prince would follow these birds and fly to the sky to become an immortal at any time.

The Ninth Prince is so wonderful, his wonderfulness is beyond what is supposed to exist in this world.

Just as Feng Qingchen was distracted, the sound of the flute suddenly became louder, and the sound of a phoenix was heard. Feng Qingchen was startled, and his confused eyes finally regained their original clarity and brightness.

Phoenix singing? Where is the phoenix? Could the Ninth Prince's song attract the phoenix?

Feng Qingchen searched around before confirming that the phoenix cry came from the Ninth Prince's flute. As the phoenix cry sounded, the flute sound stopped and the birds surrounding the Ninth Prince also flew away one after another.

"Does it sound good?" The Ninth Prince did not go ashore, but still stood at the bow, turning the jade flute back and forth between his fingers. People were worried that the flute would fall into the water in the next second.

At least Feng Qingchen was very worried. Her eyes were always on the flute, mainly because she didn't dare to look at the Ninth Uncle.

"It sounds nice." Feng Qingchen nodded. It could even attract birds, so how could she say it didn't sound nice?

"It's rare that you, who doesn't understand music, can appreciate what's beautiful." The Ninth Prince's words were clearly a compliment, but Feng Qingchen didn't feel it was right. It felt like he was mocking her, like a cow drinking from the snow and fog before the rain. No matter how she answered, it would be wrong, so she simply didn't answer.

The Ninth Prince Uncle did not even think of asking Feng Qingchen for an answer. He waved to the boatman, stepped onto the shore, and walked towards Feng Qingchen with graceful and calm steps. The most rare thing was that the Ninth Prince Uncle had a smile on his face.

This smile was brighter than the rosy clouds in the sky. In an instant, the lotus flowers in the pond became the background, setting off the existence of this man.

How could a person be so blessed with noble birth, unparalleled handsomeness, elegant manners, sophisticated conversation, awe-inspiring talent, and awe-inspiring majesty?

Such a man is truly a favorite of God. The Ninth Prince walked with his back to the light. Feng Qingchen was dazed for a moment, as if the Ninth Prince was an immortal arriving on a colorful cloud.

Feng Qingchen's heart was pounding. Every time the Ninth Prince took a step forward, Feng Qingchen took a step back...

This man is poisonous, stay away from him.

This was what Feng Qingchen was thinking, and she did just that, but the Ninth Prince did not let her do as she wished: "Why? You backed away when you saw me, do you owe me something and you are afraid to see me?"

The Ninth Prince's tone was as slow as ever. Perhaps it was because the atmosphere was so good, and there was even a hint of laziness in his voice, which made people involuntarily indulge in this gentle voice.

Feng Qingchen hurriedly stopped. In fact, she had no way to retreat. She accidentally retreated to a paulownia tree. At this time, her back was against the tree trunk. She couldn't retreat even if she wanted to.

The Ninth Prince did not move closer to her. He stopped when he was three steps away from her and asked, "You want to leave after listening to my music?"

"No." Feng Qingchen hurriedly shook her head. A man who knows practical matters is a hero. If her group dared to nod, the Ninth Prince would strangle her to death. She had no doubt about it.

"That's good. Seeing how guilty you look, I thought you lost my purse." The Ninth Prince held the jade flute in his right hand and tapped it against the palm of his left hand intermittently, as if he was keeping time.

Purse?

Feng Qingchen’s eyes widened wider and wider. Where was that thing?

The Ninth Prince narrowed his eyes, flashing a dangerous light: "What? Did you lose my purse?"

The tone did not change, but Feng Qingchen heard coldness in the Ninth Uncle's words. Feng Qingchen quickly stood up straight, closed his legs, raised his right hand, and acted like what one would do in modern times when being caught slacking off by his superior: stand up, stand at attention, and salute!

Feng Qingchen only realized that something was wrong when he raised his hand halfway. But it was even more wrong when this group of people stopped, so Feng Qingchen had to scratch his head and said, "No, I promise."

He is a little honest and silly, but surprisingly cute. You can tell from the upturned corners of the Ninth Prince's eyes.

"That's good. I'm still waiting for you to fix it." The Ninth Prince nodded with satisfaction. If Feng Qingchen dared to say that she had forgotten or lost it, the jade flute in his hand would probably hit Feng Qingchen on the head.

Feng Qingchen nodded repeatedly, but secretly groaned in her heart.

Where did she throw the purse given by the Ninth Prince?

It seemed as if she really had not remembered it. She hurried to look for it after returning home, hoping that her diligent maids had not lost the Ninth Prince's purse, otherwise she would be in trouble.

Seeing Feng Qingchen's bitter face, the Ninth Prince's smile deepened. When he saw the flute in his hand, his eyes suddenly lit up and an idea flashed through his mind.

"Is the music I just played beautiful?" When we say beautiful, we are referring to the artistic conception of the music.

Of course it is beautiful to attract hundreds of birds, there is no doubt about that. Seeing that the Ninth Prince no longer asked about the purse, Feng Qingchen was happy to change the subject: "Beautiful, very beautiful."

If it was replaced by a beauty, the visual effect would probably be better, Feng Qingchen thought. After all, there was always something wrong for a grown man to be surrounded by hundreds of birds.

"Do you know what song that is?" The Ninth Prince asked without much hope. He was not disappointed when he saw Feng Qingchen shaking his head. This was reasonable. If Feng Qingchen understood music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and flowers, what would he do?

"That piece of music is called 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix', and it is most suitable for a woman to play it." The Ninth Prince emphasized the last sentence and raised the flute so that Feng Qingchen could see it more easily.

Feng Qingchen did not disappoint the Ninth Prince's hopes. He also paid attention to the last sentence: "It turns out that this song is more suitable for a woman to play. I was wondering why I felt a sense of disobedience when I saw hundreds of birds flying around you, Ninth Prince. It turns out that this is the problem."

Feng Qingchen looked as if he finally understood, and the Ninth Prince almost vomited blood after hearing that.

How could there be such a stupid woman in this world? Wasn’t what he said obvious?

It would be most appropriate for a woman to play it. Feng Qingchen was the only woman here, and she knew this piece of music. At this time, Feng Qingchen should not ask, "Ninth Uncle, can you teach me?"

But things were completely different from what the Ninth Prince had expected. The Ninth Prince looked at Feng Qingchen, who had a dazed look on his face, and then glanced at the jade flute in his hand. He got angry and raised the jade flute to hit Feng Qingchen on the head: "You idiot!"

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Feng Qingchen alone, touching his head and crying out in pain...

Woo woo woo, they are under a peach tree, a talented scholar and a beautiful lady are playing the zither and flute together, the wind blows the peach blossoms down, it is so beautiful, but she is fine...

Under the phoenix tree, the Ninth Prince and the commoner girl, one asked and the other answered, the wind blew and caterpillars fell, one answered wrong, the jade flute hit her head, how painful it was...