The sound of tinkling bells sounded from time to time like the rapids of a clear spring, and the melodious sound of the piano was endless.
The Prime Minister's Mansion has been very lively recently. The Prime Minister's Mansion is marrying a daughter, and the other party is the only prince of Yanguo. However, there is a lot of chaos, and there are many more familiar people in Lucheng. As the wedding day approaches, it becomes more and more lively.
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Although the prime minister's marriage was only a matter for Yanguo, and no matter how grand and impressive it was, it was not that big of a deal, but King Ye's marriage to a wife caused a sensation in almost all the ten kingdoms.
Shangguan Ye is not only the only prince of the Yan Kingdom, he is also the God of War, one of the four war gods of the Ten Kingdoms. After ten years of battlefield life, he has made many friends, not to mention the countless people who took the opportunity to curry favor with him.
As a result, although all four gates of Lucheng have been opened recently, there are always traffic jams and other phenomena, and the court has to send troops to maintain public order.
The originally cold palace became very lively due to the constant flow of people coming and going.
However, all this excitement seems to be unable to spread to this quiet courtyard.
Nearly ten days have passed since he left the palace that day. During these days, he has not seen Shangguan Ye again, and he does not need to intervene in the preparations in the prime minister's palace. His father and mother have no time to pay attention to him for the time being.
But that day, she introduced a woman to him and asked him to get along well with her.
He sometimes wondered whether his father might be planning to hold the brother and sister's wedding together.
As for Shangguan Ye, it wasn't that he didn't go to see Murong Qiufeng on purpose, but that he was really too busy to leave. He regarded this wedding as very important, and he was naturally very concerned about the entertainment and so on. Moreover, he heard that Murong Qiufeng
While he was deepening his relationship with a certain lady, he was actually very angry.
This feeling was probably equivalent to being at odds. He was not worried that Murong Qiufeng would really have feelings for that woman. After a few days of getting along with him, he had almost figured out his character. Although he seemed friendly on the surface, he was not interested in anyone he knew.
Those who are planned to be outsiders are treated with alienation. At best, they are cold and at worst, they are withdrawn.
And he also felt more or less that although Murong Qiufeng did not show any dissatisfaction with the marriage arrangement, he was actually very resistant in his heart, just because he had no choice.
Under this kind of psychological suggestion, not only will he not like the woman assigned to him, but he will also become more and more bored, unless the woman is really so good that he can fall in love with her at first sight.
Listening to the beautiful and lingering sound of the piano, Murong Qiufeng, who has always been obsessed with music, was always distracted, thinking endlessly about the carefree days in the mountains.
"Feng, what's up? Is this wrong?" A clear and melodious voice sounded softly, with a hint of shyness and a hint of expectation.
Murong Qiufeng came back to his senses, smiled faintly, and nodded, "Well, not bad, I'm making rapid progress."
"Really? Then I'll play it for you again." The pretty woman suddenly had a cheerful smile on her face, her face turned slightly red, her eyes were shy and affectionate, and she lowered her head and prepared to continue playing the piano.
Murong Qiufeng sighed secretly in his heart. He was very impatient in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface. "No, you've been playing for a day. Let's take a rest first. Why don't you go talk to Jun'er.
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The woman could not hear his expulsion order at all. She only thought that he wanted her to cultivate a relationship with Murong Qiuyun. Her face suddenly turned red again, and she had secretly regarded herself as his future wife. After all, Murong Qiufeng had been there these days.
, are very nice to her, and don’t seem to have any dissatisfaction with her.
After the woman left, he let out a long sigh, stood up, walked to the piano table, sat down, lightly touched the strings with his bare hands, and played a song of "Qingfengjue", which came out eloquently, but with a feeling of melancholy and frustration, a hero's end.
, like a trapped animal until it can no longer play.
Although this is his home, everything here is so strange to him, so strange that he seems to be incompatible with it. His father's arrangement makes him feel that he is just a tool with some value.
, without any opinion and just follow the crowd.
An inexplicable fear suddenly arose in my heart, a fear of being trapped in a fight with an animal.
From now on, he will continue to live like this. He will no longer have a place in the world, he will no longer be free and easy, he will not be able to indulge in the mountains and rivers, and he will not even be able to be with his fellow disciples. He can only be trapped in the hypocritical court.
Maybe, one day, he will become like those people and lose himself.
He suddenly thought of Shangguan Ye and the stories he had told him about joining the army. He suddenly felt infinite envy. Even though the road to joining the army was difficult and dangerous, he could still live calmly.
Thinking of this, he can't help but wonder what Shangguan Ye is doing at the moment. In Lucheng, he only has Shangguan Ye as a friend for the time being, and he also likes to make friends with him. At this moment, he really wants to have a close friend who can let him talk about his worries.
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It was late at night, but the prime minister's palace was shrouded in red light, with red lanterns lit everywhere, and it was full of joy. In three days, the wedding will be held.
Murong Qiufeng was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly woken up by a noise. As a martial arts practitioner, he could naturally judge from the noise what the sound was.
After three midnights, I sneaked into the Prime Minister's Mansion. I no longer had to guess what my intentions were. Nothing good would come of it.
Murong Qiufeng quickly stood up, and the clothes on the bed were quietly tracked away using Qinggong.
I saw the black night leaping and running lightly on the roof, and finally stopped at one place and jumped down.
Murong Qiufeng paused, and then his expression changed slightly. That place was Jun'er's yard. Could it be that he was a flower picker?
He was frightened, and quickly flew over, but before he could get close, he saw the black shadow flying out again, but at this moment, there was more than one person, and he was holding someone in his arms.
Murong Qiufeng's face turned gloomy. He stepped forward to block her and shouted, "Put her down."
The black shadow seemed to be frightened, but he did not want to do as he said. He suddenly swung his whip, separated Murong Qiufeng, and quickly moved in another direction with extremely fast movements.
Murong Qiufeng paused for a moment, then hurriedly chased after him.