"Thank you sister, I know everything, I know everything!"
She just wants to stay in the palace. As long as she can see her son from a distance, this life is enough.
As for anything else, she really doesn't care.
"Okay, I'll go find the emperor right now and ask him to make you the Jade Concubine. From then on, you can live peacefully in Yihe Palace."
After getting along with her for such a long time, Yage knows Su'er's personality well.
In fact, I owe her!
There would be no benefit in keeping her.
At least, she can talk to her when she is upset.
Finally, the harem was quiet.
Ya Ge advised herself to enjoy everything selfishly. To selfishly possess all Xuanyuan Yongling’s love.
"Yaya, come here and see how this piece of music I composed looks like."
In the dormitory, Xuanyuan Yongling drew the last stroke with the pen in his hand, raised his head and said proudly to Ya Ge.
I went over to Song of Songs, hummed it in my heart according to the music score, and then laughed: "You won't know until you play it whether it's good or not!"
"Okay, that's what I meant!" Xuanyuan Yongling didn't know where to grab it, and suddenly there was a jade flute in his hand.
Ya Ge was so happy that she walked to the room and sat down beside the guqin.
The melodious melody of the piano and flute was instantly heard, penetrating into every corner of the palace.
The sound of the flute is masculine, like rushing water, and majestic.
The guqin is elegant and graceful, and it is like a soft breeze, reverberating in it...
The listeners all have the feeling that they have been wandering around for three days and the lingering sound is endless.
In a corner of the palace, Xuanyuan Wenqi stood quietly, listening quietly——
His heart seemed to be blocked by something hard, preventing him from breathing.
Once upon a time, he also sang in harmony with her like this. But at that time, her music at that time was full of boundless mourning and heavy.
No matter how hard he tried to clear away the dark clouds, he could hardly see the bright sky.
He played his injured flute in the wind, and the evening breeze blew gently. He only stayed for a moment.
But at this moment, this music and this person cooperated so seamlessly, as if all the emotions were integrated into the music. From then on, there was only each other who truly loved each other in the world.
That's all, they are a perfect match like a golden boy and a beautiful girl, so why should I worry about it?