When Feng Qinghan and Wei Nuan stood up, Su Lie had already placed the piano. Feng Qinghan lifted up his clothes and sat down with an elegant posture. Wei Nuan stood beside him with a flute in his hand, both of them had a smile on their lips.
The faint smile glowed with a halo of light under the candlelight.
The sound of the piano started first, followed by the sound of the flute, and the melody was exactly what Wei Nuan had played before.
Although it was their first time playing together, the two of them had a perfect tacit understanding without making any mistakes. Su Lie and Jingtang were stunned when they heard this.
They were watching the piano and flute ensemble, and they thought this painting was extremely beautiful. The man's appearance was outstanding, and the woman's was fresh and refined. The sound of the piano was mixed with the sound of the flute, and the sound of the flute was closely followed by the sound of the piano, intertwined with each other, and could not be separated.
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No matter how much time has passed, this picture has always remained in the hearts of the two of them. At this moment, they have no doubts or any wavering. They feel that Wei Nuan is the perfect match for their prince and their only princess. Who is it?
Nor can it be replaced.
Tonight's piano and flute ensemble was a spectacle in the Nine Princes' Mansion. Many people in the Nine Princes' Mansion heard it and were all immersed in such wonderful music. As the sound of the piano and flute disappeared, they woke up from their intoxication.
I just feel that this song can only be heard in heaven, and it is rare to hear it in the human world.
Feng Qinghan and Wei Nuan looked at each other and smiled, as if they had reached a spiritual resonance.
"I didn't know that Nuan's flute sound was so beautiful." Feng Qinghan stood up and walked out of his position under the guidance of Wei Nuan. He was shocked in his heart. Although he knew that Wei Nuan knew many things, he didn't expect that he was playing the flute.
His flute skills are so high that he can match the sound of his piano.
So far, there are only a few people who can play the music of his piano. How can it not make people happy if his wife can play the music of her own?
The candles went out, but the two of them were not sleepy for a long time. They were both very excited and played the flute in Weinuan. This was something that no one knew because she had never shown it either in Ye Fei or in Weinuan. Today, in Feng Qinghan,
How can I not be excited about being displayed in front of me, and it is still displayed so freely and vividly? The result of excitement is that I can't sleep.
"Feng Qinghan, you are a good husband." Wei Nuan suddenly said this, which surprised Feng Qinghan. He is a good husband? Is this an affirmation of him?
"Now do you admit that I am your husband?"
Feng Qinghan turned sideways and hugged Wei Nuan into his arms. His nose was filled with the smell of Wei Nuan's body and her shallow breathing.
"Didn't you admit it before?" She admitted that Feng Qinghan was her nominal husband, at least for now.
"Thank you for remembering. Go to sleep. It's getting late. We have to go to the Hou Mansion tomorrow."
He gently patted Wei Nuan's back, coaxing her like a child, making Wei Nuan laugh. Did he treat her as a child? However, under his regular patting, she actually became a little sleepy.
When she came up and fell asleep, she vaguely remembered something in her mind. Why didn't Feng Qinghan ask her why she played his music? Was it because she didn't think of it or because of something else? She didn't think of the answer to this question.
Because she could no longer hold on and fell asleep.
The next day, Wei Nuan returned to the Hou Mansion under the escort of Feng Qinghan. The people from the Hou Mansion stood in front of the gate to greet her. Wen Weiling was the only one missing. Feng Qinghan gathered Wei Nuan's cloak and leaned against her side.
She whispered in her ear: "It's okay to run around, but you can't run away without a trace."
This sentence made Wei Nuan startled. Before he could ask anything, Feng Qinghan had already returned to the carriage.