After an incense stick had burned, Leng Qingning stretched, stood up, told Cang Yuan to go back to his room to rest, and then went back to her own room.
That night, Leng Qingning was so exhausted that she fell asleep quickly.
But Cangyuan couldn't fall asleep no matter what he did. He tossed and turned, as if he could smell the princess's hair and feel the warmth of her body still on his shoulder as soon as he closed his eyes...
…
The lessons on etiquette and music were very simple for Leng Qingning.
The etiquette here is not complicated; Biluo demonstrated it a few times and she learned it all.
Musical instruments are optional. Leng Qingning has been learning various musical instruments since childhood, including piano, violin, guitar, guzheng, guqin, and pipa. She has also learned xiao and dizi, but she is most proficient in pipa and piano.
Since there were no pianos, violins, or guitars available, Leng Qingning chose to study the pipa, flute, and xiao. She chose the pipa for teaching and exam purposes, while she wanted to continue learning the flute and xiao.
In the morning, Teacher Rong provided individual guidance to the students and offered suggestions for improvement. In the afternoon, a performance competition was organized, where each student played a piece, chose their own instrument, and participated in anonymous voting.
The student with the highest score can be rewarded with a day off from school. Yes, that's right, because the next day is still the lesson on etiquette and music.
This time, Leng Qinghan chose the guqin, determined to outshine Leng Qingning. The guqin is her best instrument, and she is confident.
Leng Huaichuan, Leng Qinghuan, Li Cheng'an, and Jiang Xue also chose the guqin, while Leng Qingning chose the jade flute.
The students took turns playing their instruments. When Leng Qingning heard Leng Huaichuan playing the zither, she was quite surprised. She hadn't expected her fifth brother to play the zither so well.
Leng Qinghan's music was also very beautiful, which impressed Leng Qingning.
Well, if you ignore her occasional provocative glances...
How childish! Leng Qingning was too lazy to pay attention to her.
When it came to Leng Qingning, she played a piece called "The Tomb of a Passionate Lover".
The mournful and desolate sound of the flute tells a story that is deeply moving.
Its sound was mournful, like a lament, a yearning, a complaint, a sob, its lingering notes faint and persistent. It made one unable to help but feel sorrow welling up inside, and to shed tears.
Even after the song ended, everyone was still immersed in its melody.
Teacher Rong was the first to regain her senses, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She asked urgently:
"Your Highness, what is this tune, and where does it come from? Why have I never heard it before in my Great Yue?"
After a slight hesitation, Leng Qingning said somewhat shyly:
"Teacher, this piece is called 'Tomb of Passion,' which I composed myself when I had nothing else to do."
Leng Qingning originally wanted to say that it was created by a master she met by chance, and she couldn't possibly say that it was from another era!
But remembering how excited Master Han had been yesterday, she feared that if she said that, Teacher Rong would also pester her to introduce her to that expert, which would be troublesome. Where could she find such an expert?
When Teacher Rong heard that it was a piece composed by Leng Qingning herself, she was very excited and quickly pulled Leng Qingning over to ask her to write it down.
Leng Qingning smiled and nodded, then wrote the melody and attached the lyrics, handing them over to Teacher Rong.
Teacher Rong folded it in half and then in half again, carefully stacking it and putting it in her bosom...
After the vote, Leng Qingning and Leng Huaichuan received the same number of votes and tied for first place.
Leng Qinghan came in second by one vote.
When Teacher Rong won the Golden Melody Award, she was all smiles and, with a wave of her hand, drafted leave slips for all three of them.
After school, Leng Huaichuan asked Leng Qingning to write another copy for him so he could take it out for Gu Nanshu to practice.
Leng Qinghan walked past them and said fiercely, "Don't be too smug!"
Leng Qingning?
Leng Huaichuan? ? ?
…
Since she didn't have to go to class, Leng Qingning slept in late. After getting up and having lunch, she was thinking about where to go for a stroll in the afternoon.
Biluo slyly approached and teased, "Does Your Highness still remember Young Master Lin Xianzhi?"
Leng Qingning rolled her eyes at Biluo. This girl…
But I'll be leaving the palace in a couple of days, so I'll go take a look.
Leng Qingning was definitely not lusting after a handsome man; she was simply worried about a frail, handsome man and wanted to check on him to see if he was doing well. Yes!
With Biluo Baiyu Fuguang Cangyuan on his back, he picked out a gold hairpin inlaid with a dark blue gemstone, a box of small jewelry, and five thousand taels of silver notes before heading out.
Young Master Lin looked much more energetic than last time. Perhaps it was because of Leng Qingning's care that the managers of Fengyajian dared not make things difficult for him anymore.
Lin Xianzhi was also very happy to see Leng Qingning, not expecting that His Highness still remembered him.
"Young King, please take a seat. I will sing you a song."
Leng Qingning took her seat with a smile.
On stage, the refined young man's voice was pure and beautiful, like heavenly music, captivating the audience...
Leng Qing was listening intently when he was interrupted by a familiar yet annoying voice:
"Sixth Sister has such refined tastes. Your Majesty thought you were an immortal and would never come to such a filthy place."
Leng Qingning frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing across her face. She didn't even bother to turn her head to look at the Fourth Princess.
"What do you mean by a filthy place? Didn't you come here too?"
Leng Qinghan covered her mouth and laughed, "I didn't expect that my royal sister would actually like this little actress. I only said the word 'filthy,' and my royal sister got so anxious that she stopped calling me royal sister. Did she not even want to pretend anymore?"
Leng Qingning couldn't take it anymore: "Are you ever going to stop? What exactly do you want?"
Leng Qinghan smiled and said, "I don't want to do anything, it's just... what you like, my sister, I like too."
This person must be seriously ill.
"Then try it! What belongs to this prince is not something anyone can just steal!"
"You are not worthy!"
Even if Leng Qingning and Lin Xianzhe are not what the Fourth Princess thought, the fact that she could utter the word "filthy" is enough to prove that if Young Master Lin were to fall into her hands, he would definitely not have a good time.
“You…” Leng Qinghan broke down again.
The song ended
Leng Qingning ignored her and got up to walk towards Lin Xianzhe.
Inside the flower hall, Lin Xianzhe carefully examined the gold hairpin given to him by Leng Qingning, his eyebrows curving and his smile radiant. The smile lingered in his eyes, and a hint of barely perceptible sweetness lingered at the corners of his mouth.
Leng Qingning turned her head to look at him, and Lin Xianzhe felt uncomfortable, so he turned his head away and went to the side.
Leng Qingning teased, "How much longer are you going to look? You're this happy just because someone gave you a hairpin?"
“It’s different. This is the first time the young king has given me something, and it’s such a precious gold hairpin. I’m very happy.”
Leng Qingning clicked her tongue. This hairpin was a gift from the Emperor last time. Her father was truly generous; his generosity was extraordinary. Look how happy the young master is.
"If you like it, I also have a pair of gold bracelets that I'll give you as well."
Lin Xianzhi shook his head: "Your Highness, one hairpin is enough."
He was already very content that His Highness had not forgotten him.
Cang Yuan listened quietly with his head down, seemingly lost in thought...
At this moment, Lu Shiyi quietly approached from outside the hall: "This servant greets the young king. May the young king be well."
He peered out for a long time, and seeing that Lin Xianzhi still hadn't asked His Highness to take them away, he became extremely anxious! He couldn't bear it any longer.
Hmm? "Who are you?"
Lin Xianzhi put down the gold hairpin, stood up and stepped forward, seemingly to block the kneeling person.
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