There was silence in the imperial garden, everyone seemed to be waiting for Mo Yan's answer.
Mo Yan raised his head slightly, looked at the stars in the sky, and then looked at the lanterns hanging high on the side. Mo Yan suddenly felt very small.
"Could it be that Prince Yan doesn't know how to do it?" Xiao Zeping grinned, seeming to be sarcastic. He is a person who fears that the world will not be in chaos.
There is an older brother above Xiao Zeping. As a prince, he is free and easy, but he always likes to cause trouble for others, and he will be particularly happy when he sees others in trouble.
"Then..." Mo Yan's eyes darkened, and then he said slowly, "If I can't, I won't."
Mo Yan didn't know whether he was saying this to others or to himself. His expression was indifferent, but there was infinite hurt in his heart.
Mu Feng glanced at Mo Yan and saw a hint of hurt in his eyes. This would have been hard to see in the past, but Mu Feng still told himself to be cruel and ignore it even if he felt distressed.
"Yan, why not?" Mu Feng mocked, letting go of his hand around Mo Yan's waist, and gently pushed Mo Yan, "Why don't you play a song for Prince Ping?"
Mu Feng did it on purpose. He had never heard Mo Yan play any music, nor had he seen Mo Yan have any interest in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He just made Mo Yan embarrassed in front of everyone. This is the result of Mo Yan's disobedience.
As a proton in another country, and also a neglected proton, with no teacher's guidance at all, it can be said that he is just a beautiful skin.
It's just that Mu Feng and Xiao Zeping can't possibly know what kind of soul is underneath such a stunning skin. This is a soul of the 21st century.
In the 21st century, Mo Yan has received a good education. Music, chess, calligraphy and painting are indispensable in a big modern family. In Mo Yan's eyes, these things are just a small case.
Everyone on the stage had dispersed, and only a guqin was placed. Mo Yan slowly walked to the guqin.
Stretching out his slender, white hand, he gently played with the fingers of his left hand on the strings of the guqin a few times. Then he sat down, placed his hands on the strings, and closed his eyes slightly.
Mu Feng couldn't help but frown slightly and looked at Mo Yan. He had no idea what Mo Yan was going to do. Did Mo Yan really want to play the piano?
As for the others, they have different thoughts. Some are thinking about what kind of fairy music such a beauty can play, and some are thinking that it is a pity that such a beautiful appearance will make a fool of herself later.