"Since Qingqing is so interested, I will teach you."
After placing the Yaoqin in front of him and washing his hands, Mu Lige gently stroked the strings with his bony fingers.
"Kengkeng~Clang~"
The melody of the Yaoqin was elegant and soft, with a deep and ancient atmosphere, yet still beautiful. The low and leisurely melody then flowed slowly under Mu Lige's fingers.
The beautiful melody is as warm and gentle as the first light of dawn, as sweet and lingering as the gurgling of spring water, and ripples in people's hearts like the water waves with golden halo.
The poetic and picturesque sound of the piano was so pure and beautiful, so long and distant, that one could not help but be intoxicated by it. After Mu Lige finished the song, Hua Qingcheng was stunned for a while before she came back to her senses.
"Brother Li, your hands are truly amazing. You can write poetry, paint, and play the piano, and you can wield a sword, wield a knife, and wield a stick. I feel like I've found a priceless treasure!"
Mu Lige couldn't help but smile when he heard this. Without some skills, how could he win the heart of this young wife?
Mu Lige directly moved a stone bench over and gestured for Hua Qingcheng to sit down.
"Qingqing, come sit next to me. I'll start teaching you the key points of playing the piano."
"First, when playing the qin, we pluck the strings with our right hand and press them with our left hand. The right hand has playing techniques such as supporting, splitting, wiping, picking, hooking, plucking, hitting, plucking, rolling, pricking, pinching, and rolling, while the left hand has playing techniques such as chanting, gibberish, stroking, pouring, bumping, advancing, retreating, and starting..."
Mu Lige patiently taught Hua Qingcheng, who knew nothing about playing the piano, and from time to time he would directly teach her the correct fingering.
The gentle sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, leaving mottled shadows that fell on the two people who looked extremely well-matched. Their interaction was warm and sweet.
"Qingcheng!"
Around noon, a slightly sharp voice suddenly came from the backyard, instantly breaking the warm interaction between the two.
"father!"
Seeing Feng Lingyan coming over alone in his wheelchair, Mu Lige, who was dressed as Hua Qingcheng, quickly got into character and hurriedly got up from the stone bench to push him over.
"Your doctor is pregnant, and instead of staying with him, you're playing the zither with a wild monk here?"
Feng Lingyan looked at Hua Qingcheng with a hint of reproach. He knew all too well the hardships of pregnancy and the pain of being ignored by the one he loved, and so he didn't want his daughter to treat her husband the same way.
"father!"
"I'm not Hua Heshang, but Hua Qingcheng! He's not Hua Qingcheng either, but Mu Lige!"
Hua Qingcheng finally couldn't help herself. She had previously kept it a secret from Feng Lingyan because she was worried she wouldn't be able to accept it, but judging by the current situation, Young Master Feng seemed to be in very good health. Therefore, Hua Qingcheng decided to speak directly with Feng Lingyan. After all, she didn't want to sleep in the medicine room anymore.
Hua Qingcheng spent a full half hour explaining to Feng Lingyan. Feng Lingyan was stunned upon hearing this. She looked between "Hua Qingcheng" and "Wu Chen" in disbelief. Then she saw his eyes roll back and he fainted.
"father!"
"Qingcheng, you are impulsive..."
…
In the backyard of Hua's house, facing east, is a room in Han Yichen's medicine house.
"Dad is fine. He just fainted because he was suddenly shocked and couldn't handle it for a while. I'll give him a few injections to calm him down. He'll be fine soon."
Han Yichen narrowed his eyes slightly, twisting the golden needle in his hand, and quickly and steadily inserted it into Feng Lingyan's body. He flicked the end of the needle with his bare finger, and when the "buzzing" sound died down, it was already a cup of tea.
"Dad, you're awake!"
“Cough cough cough…”
As soon as Feng Lingyan woke up, he saw a shiny bald head swaying in front of him. He was so upset that he covered his chest with his hands and coughed.
The good daughter became a "monk", the monk became a pregnant husband, and the pregnant husband became his "daughter"...
"Dad, don't worry, this is only temporary. Xiaotian will be able to get it back for the three of us soon."
Mu Lige, who was dressed like Hua Qingcheng, was comforting Feng Lingyan as well as herself.
"Yes, Dad. Since things have come to this, it will be useless for you to worry about it." Si Chengfeng said as he helped Feng Lingyan press here and rub there.
"Yes, I think my fourth brother will definitely have a way. Right, Xiaotian?" Situ Ye put his hand on Yu Xiaotian's shoulder, with a smile on his face, indicating that he should express his opinion.
"Dad, I...I will try my best!"
Yu Xiaotian rubbed the goose bumps on his arms that had appeared due to being stared at by everyone, and said embarrassedly.
Although he himself didn't know when he could recover his spiritual power, he still had to stabilize the person first.
"Good boy, Daddy...is watching over you!"
Feng Lingyan pulled Yu Xiaotian's hand, asked him to stand beside her, and leaned her head in his arms and cried. Then she took the opportunity to wipe all the snot, tears, saliva, etc. on her face onto this unreliable little husband.
Feng Lingyan, who was originally so upset that she couldn't eat lunch, ate three big bowls of rice, meat, vegetables and soup at noon to calm herself down after venting her anger.
…
At four o'clock in the afternoon, in the capital of Laifeng Kingdom.
In the Qingrong Courtyard dining room of the General's Mansion in the east of the city, Feng Jingyun and Mulanjin lived.
"General, eat one more bowl before you set off!"
Seeing Feng Cailan about to get up and leave after eating a few bites, Yu Jingyang hurriedly served her another bowl of food.
"Cai Lan, it's not too late to leave after you're full." Seeing that Yu Jingyang couldn't keep her, Feng Jingyun spoke directly.
"Yes, mother."
Feng Cailan obeyed her mother's order, sat back in her seat and finished the bowl of food that Yu Jingyang had served.
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