"Master Jiu, Concubine Lian has warmed up the wine and is waiting for you to come over." Suddenly a head popped out from behind. This man was very handsome and dressed very casually. He did not look like a servant in the palace, nor did he look like a servant in the palace.
Unlike the guards, he followed Mu Yanqin's gaze curiously, "My lord, what are you looking at? You are so lost in thought."
Mu Yanqin pushed him away mercilessly, "Nothing."
"Hehe, Mu Xiao's troubles are all because of Master Jiu." Mu Xiao didn't take his scolding seriously at all, but walked forward with a smile, "Master Jiu, you seemed to be looking at Jian Yunyuan just now."
"If you want to get the board, just keep talking."
Mu Xiao exaggeratedly covered his mouth, with a look of fear, "I won't say it anymore, I won't say it even if I have something to say in the future."
After taking just a few steps, he followed up without hesitation, "Master Jiu, I heard that last night you..."
The Lotus Garden is built next to the lotus pond. It is the most beautifully built among all the gardens in the Jiuwang Mansion. From a four-cornered pavilion in front of the garden, melodious music can be heard from time to time.
Mu Yanqin had just approached, and when he heard the sound of the piano, he stopped and admired it.
His thoughts seemed to be drawn back to the afternoon when he first met Pingting. She was also sitting in the pavilion, playing this song that had been engraved in the depths of his soul...
This was her favorite song to play, and it was precisely because Zhuo Lian played it with the most similar charm that she won his favor and was named his concubine.
Just because of the sound of the piano.
"Lian'er meets the prince."
In the pavilion, a beautiful woman in a pink shirt stood up and bowed down to Mu Yanqin. Her gentle and elegant temperament was as refreshing as a lotus flower.
"It's getting cold, and Lian'er is weak. Don't play the piano here next time." Mu Yanqin spoke softly, walked over to help her up, held her hand and walked over to sit down.
Zhuo Lian shook her head and smiled shyly, "Lian'er is not cold. The prince likes to listen, so Lian'er will keep playing. Even if the earth shakes, the mountains shake, and the sky collapses, Lian'er will still sit here and play for the prince.
." That serious look was like swearing.
Mu Yanqin couldn't help but smile and lightly scratched her nose, "Little fool, if you fall ill, who will play the piano for me?"
"Haha, Lian'er won't fall ill." Zhuo Lian held his arm, put her face against his chest, listened to his strong heartbeat, and said softly, "Your Majesty, you will let Lian'er stay forever.
Will I stay with you?"
Hearing the disappointment in her words, Mu Yanqin held up her beautiful face and asked, "Why does Lian'er ask that?"
Zhuo Lian smiled and shook her head, lowering her thick eyelashes in loneliness, "If the prince marries the princess, will he forget Lian'er?"
"Her?" Mu Yanqin frowned. In front of him was that cold and handsome face again, as well as those clear eyes that always looked directly at him boldly. He felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart, and his tone felt a little harsh.
, "Why mention her?"
Hearing his displeasure, Zhuo Lian immediately changed the subject and shook his arm coquettishly, "Your Majesty, Lian'er hasn't had dinner yet. Would you like Your Majesty to accompany Lian'er to eat?"
Mu Yanqin waved away the figure in his mind and caressed her cheek lovingly, "Okay, I will have my meal here."