It is also like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring in the high sky where white clouds are flying.
Overlooking the sea, the blue waves are thousands of miles away.
The killings are clanging, and the iron hooves are flying.
Su Mo's heart trembled. The prince's murderous aura, ambition, and desire were so strong that the sound of a musical instrument could actually flow out.
She immediately frowned and said softly to her eldest sister: "I like something softer, it's too strong."
The prince's heart trembled, his fingers trembled, and the strength weakened, just like the gurgling water, the luxuriant grass, the flying birds, the butterflies and the bees busy around the flowers.
Su Mo clapped her little hands and said with a smile: "That sounds good!"
In the winding corridor at the foot of the mountain, the emperor's frown relaxed slightly, and Su Renyu also breathed a sigh of relief. The old lady kept talking to the imperial concubine, and the two of them also relaxed.
The prince was already sweating through his clothes. Unexpectedly, he almost lost his composure when he entered. He couldn't hold back and almost revealed his true feelings.
Could it be because of Huangfu Jue's show of favor to Su Guogong?
Because he wants to learn from a teacher?
Or is it because of something else?
He felt his heart beating suddenly and sweat dripping from his forehead.
When the eldest lady saw it, his handsome face suddenly turned pale, and glistening sweat fell on the strings, breaking to pieces when he played it. She could almost feel a slight drop of wetness falling on her cheek, which was cold.
She looked at Su Chi, "Brother, do you have a flute?"
Su Chi was also anxious at the side. He had grown up with the prince since childhood and understood his thoughts best. He hurriedly asked someone to fetch the flute immediately. The eldest lady took the flute and immediately started playing in chorus.
She had listened to it for a long time and knew the tune. She didn't feel any dissonance at all. The two of them cooperated tacitly.
Soon, the sound of the piano was gentle, the flute was sobbing, and it was so melancholy that it made people forget their customs.
Su Mo breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the eldest sister. It seemed that the eldest sister was really moved.
Is it a blessing or a curse?
She sighed, got up and walked to the pavilion, but met Huangfujin's cold eyes. Was he looking at her all the time?
Su Mo pursed her lips, hid her hand in front of her chest, waved to him gently, and then smiled.
He was startled, and his cold expression immediately turned gentle, but it only took a moment, and he immediately returned to his cold and ruthless look.
But deep in those dark blue eyes, there was endless tenderness towards her.
