Fu Junheng accompanied Feng Guche to Chaochun Palace.
As soon as I entered the courtyard, the melodious sounds of a zither, like flowing water, meandered over me. The music was sometimes as gentle as a spring, sometimes as rapid as a waterfall, sometimes as clear as pearls falling onto a plate, and sometimes as soft as a murmur.
Although the music was beautiful, it lacked a certain charm and immersive feeling.
Feng Guche smiled and nodded in satisfaction, "Junheng, what do you think of this piece?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Junheng nodded slightly, parted his thin lips, and said in a deep voice, "Both rising and falling, melodious yet passionate, the zither playing is superb."
Feng Guche smiled and said, "So it turns out you, Junheng, can also be hypocritical. You don't need to overpraise me."
Fu Junheng's lips curved into a faint smile, but he did not respond further.
The two passed through a small bamboo grove and arrived at the music room, where they saw Feng Anxue sitting on a stool, gently touching the strings of the zither.
Feng Anxue was dressed in luxurious brocade and silk, with jade and pearl hairpins that highlighted her noble princess status. Her skin was as smooth as jade, her eyes as clear as autumn water, and her slender fingers gently caressed the strings of the zither. Every gesture she made exuded nobility and elegance. She was truly a beautiful woman who combined beauty and talent.
As Feng Guche watched Feng Anxue intently playing the zither, a look of sorrow and longing appeared in his eyes. He couldn't help but sigh, "She really is becoming more and more like her mother."
When the palace maid saw the emperor, she was about to step forward, but he raised his hand to stop her.
Feng Guche gestured for Fu Junheng to sit down.
Fu Junheng sat next to Feng Guche, his handsome face deep and unreadable. His eyes, hidden beneath his eyelids, were unreadable, and it was impossible to tell whether he was appreciating the music or thinking about something else.
Until the song ended.
Feng Anxue looked up and saw the two people in the room. As if she had just realized that someone had come in, she sat up in surprise.
The palace maid hurriedly stepped forward to help Feng Anxue.
"Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty."
Feng Guche quickly got up, supporting Feng Anxue's arm. His usually stern gaze softened with tenderness and affection when he looked at Feng Anxue.
"No need for formalities, no need for formalities."
Feng Anxue stood up, her gaze fixed on Fu Junheng. The moment she saw him, she couldn't hide the nervousness and admiration in her eyes. She turned slightly to the side and curtsied, "Xue'er greets Cousin Junheng."
Fu Junheng looked down at her with an indifferent expression and said, "Princess, there's no need for such formalities."
Although Feng Anxue had long felt his indifference, she thought he was like that to all women.
Until that day, she saw him take the initiative to approach Mu Chenshuang, and even smiled at her, a smile that came from the bottom of his heart.
It turns out he wasn't born cold and aloof, indifferent to women; it was just how he treated people, but that person just wasn't him.
The thought of this made her heart clench with pain.
"Xue'er's piano skills are becoming more and more exquisite."
Feng Anxue came to her senses and said with a smile, "Father, you flatter me. I feel there are still some shortcomings. I have been practicing for a long time but I still can't find the right place. I want to practice it well so that Father can hear it. I'm afraid it will take a lot of time."
“You’ve hit a plateau. If you practice on your own, it will be hard to find the problem. Luckily, your cousin Junheng is here today. Have him give you some pointers.”
The words were spoken.
Feng Anxue's heart tightened suddenly, a strong tremor ran through her. She looked up at Fu Junheng and smiled lightly, "Then I'll leave it to you, Cousin Junheng."
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